Chapter 1 Hebitsson Wharf

Hebitsson Wharf, the sound of steamship whistles echoed across the sky.

Looking at those giant steel ships sailing into the port, the people who remained in Mafa cheered excitedly.

The Empire had not abandoned them, giving everyone hope for true survival.

"Don't bring so much stuff, there's enough food and water on the ship! Get as many people on board as possible..."

"Let the women and children board first, everyone don't push, there are enough ships to take everyone over, there are thousands more behind! Every day!"

"..."

Seeing the densely packed, endless line of ships, the tens of millions of people in Hebitsson City were truly relieved.

The gangway was lowered, and people surged onto the ferries.

In order to load as many people as possible, these cruise ships had all unnecessary decorations and luxurious facilities removed, leaving only empty cabins.

A cruise ship that originally carried five thousand people could now carry fifty thousand.

Tens of thousands of people on each ship, and hundreds upon hundreds of giant cruise ships, giant freighters, and various types of medium and small steamships on the sea.

The first batch alone could relocate tens of millions of people.

Because they had previously heavily damaged the top-tier combat power of the Celestial God Plane and purged the surrender faction within the Empire, the situation was now under control. Ships were constantly sailing from Lu Ying to Mafa every day.

This would continue for a long time, transferring residents from major coastal cities in Mafa.

...

This time, it wasn't just cruise ships that came, but also the joint fleet led by "Thunder Tiger" Meredith Ben Moses and Admiral Rostov.

They were rescued by the Dawn group before, and later they raided the ports on the coastline of the Celestial God Plane. Now they were back as an escort fleet.

On the deck of the warship, Meredith looked at the familiar city and then at the tearful residents, and sighed, "Finally back."

Before him was his homeland, and among the dense crowd were his relatives, friends, and family members.

There were also many senior mechanics, engineers, and technical talents who hadn't had time to evacuate before.

Now that they could come back to pick them up, the former Grand Admiral of the Mafa Navy finally felt relieved of the resentment that had been pent up in his heart.

They had been beaten all the time, and this was the first truly meaningful victory.

"Yes. Before, I really couldn't have imagined that we could organize such a large transport fleet to pick up people..."

Admiral Rostov nodded in agreement.

Only those at their level could see that nothing was more important to a civilization than its population.

But looking east, he also said, "However, there's a tough battle ahead."

Meredith's expression also became solemn as he listened, and he said firmly, "We will win."

Admiral Rostov listened and pondered for a moment, and a sense of confidence inexplicably rose in his heart: "Yes, we will win!"

The warriors of the joint fleet were the first to use genetic potions. Moreover, Dr. Banks' biological laboratory team was stationed in the fleet, and they had been busy with this for the past month or two.

After using them, they realized just how powerful those "Mythical Bloodline Genetic Potions" developed by the Dawn group were.

For most people, it was no exaggeration to say that they had awakened a talent again out of thin air.

The overflow of the genetic potion was also visible to the naked eye. In the past month or two, it had allowed the fleet members to improve by a large rank overall.

In addition, they had been practicing group alchemical combat formations.

Now, the combat power of the joint fleet was not what it used to be.

Even a ten-thousand-man magic corps was not without a chance of fighting.

...

Just as Hebitsson Wharf was busy, in the rebel camp in the suburbs, Suren and Mr. Mirror were observing the surrounding situation on the city wall.

In the communicator, intelligence personnel were reporting the situation in real time.

Although it had fallen, each city still had intelligence personnel from the former Mafa Empire.

It was these intelligence personnel who stood their ground behind enemy lines that provided the Empire's military with detailed information on the movements of those mages.

After listening to the intelligence from all sides, Suren looked at his senior sister and said, "Twelve ten-thousand-man magic corps are surrounding us from the east, north, and south. It's about the same as the planned, those guys don't know our methods, so they're splitting up their forces."

Mr. Mirror nodded slightly as he listened.

The Celestial God Plane had almost no real-time communication tools. The annihilation of eight ten-thousand-man magic corps in the Imperial Strait was so thorough that the intelligence obviously hadn't spread.

The short-sighted enemies didn't care about exposing their whereabouts, because even if their movements were known, the ten-thousand-man magic corps was invincible in land warfare.

But now it was different.

...

Suren had actually thought about going directly to attack those ten-thousand-man magic corps stationed in the major cities half a month ago.

But after considering it, he wasn't in a hurry to act.

First, those magic corps had a large number of magic towers in the city, and the battle losses would be great if they were forcibly attacked.

Second, he was afraid of alarming the enemy.

Once the enemy knew that the ten-thousand-man puppet corps could easily restrain the ten-thousand-man magic corps, they would inevitably be on guard.

After one or two times, it would be difficult to have any miraculous effect.

If those guys really hid or gathered into a super-large army, Suren wouldn't be able to do anything about them.

If they wanted to relocate the population on a large scale, the hidden dangers would be very great. So he thought of the current plan.

Wait for the enemy to leave the city with the magic towers, and then kill them outside. Attract several ten-thousand-man magic corps at a time, and after solving them, they could be quiet for a long time.

Now it seemed that the situation was about the same as expected.

Twelve ten-thousand-man magic corps had taken the bait.

Almost mobilizing the entire Celestial God Plane's layout in northern Mafa.

Mr. Mirror looked into the distance and said lightly, "Prepare for battle. Don't let them get close to Hebitsson Port."

Suren also nodded: "Yes."

There were a large number of ordinary people here, and if that kind of large-scale army battle spread, the casualties would inevitably be very heavy.

The two of them had to keep the battlefield far away.

However, just as the two of them determined the enemy's location and were about to teleport over, something unexpected happened.

Without any warning, a mushroom cloud suddenly rose into the sky tens of kilometers away in the southeast.

With Suren and Mr. Mirror's keen senses, they looked over at the moment the anomaly occurred.

"Explosion?"

Both of them frowned.

The mushroom cloud was obviously caused by an explosion, not magic.

But the flames of the explosion were very special, presenting a strange dark blue color.

After a few seconds, the terrifying roar and shock wave hit Hebitsson City.

A gleam flashed in Suren's eyes, and he looked at the blue mushroom cloud, his eyes full of doubt.

...

Obviously, someone had made a move first.

Mr. Mirror was also very puzzled, and muttered to herself, "There's a ten-thousand-man magic corps in that direction, someone must have made a move first."

Suren let out a soft "huh": "That's strange, could it be the joint fleet? That's not right, the power of this explosion can't be produced by naval guns."

Before the two could think more, first-hand intelligence came from the communicator.

But after listening, Suren's expression was slightly different: "The intelligence department has confirmed that someone detonated a bomb and ambushed a ten-thousand-man magic corps. The current situation is that the ten-thousand-man magic corps has suffered significant losses."

Hearing this, Mr. Mirror also seemed very surprised.

She thought of something and wondered, "Are there any forces in the resistance army that can deal with a ten-thousand-man magic corps?"

She was surprised because this was completely an unexpected situation.

This ambush was a top-secret plan discussed by Dawn and the Joint Empire, and no one else knew about it.

So even if she was going to act, she would definitely know about it.

Now that this explosion had come so suddenly, it was clear that it wasn't the military who had acted.

In the communicator, intelligence personnel had already reported, and Suren listened with a strange expression: "It's not a force. The intelligence department suspects that the one who caused this explosion is... 'Explosion Genius' Jike James. Because he has carried out several similar explosive attacks before..."

Mr. Mirror looked at Suren's expression and tilted her head to look at him with a puzzled look: "???"

Suren raised an eyebrow, his expression a little helpless: "If it's not the same name... then Jike is my disciple."

He knew that his disciple was a munitions genius.

But he didn't expect Jike to create such a big commotion.

After analyzing some special fluctuations in the shock wave with the All-Knowing Eye, Suren also knew that the bomb was very special.

Mr. Mirror hadn't met Jike, but she had heard that Suren had such a disciple.

Now, looking at the blue mushroom cloud that hadn't disappeared, she smiled slightly: "Your disciple is very good."

Suren shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to say: "I didn't expect him to make such a big commotion."

He had taken Jike as a disciple a long time ago, but he had basically left him to his own devices.

Because this disciple was studying explosives, a dangerous field of alchemy that few people were involved in, Suren didn't know much about it, so there was nothing to teach.

He had sent Jike to the Mafa Royal Academy to study, but he didn't expect that the plane would be invaded not long after, and later he lost contact due to various circumstances.

Suren had previously thought that something had happened to his disciple, but he didn't expect to hear news of him again, and it was so amazing.

...

This operation was kept secret, so the resistance army wasn't notified, and most people didn't know that the Imperial military had made arrangements.

At the first moment the explosion sounded, the resistance army camp immediately reacted.

"Everyone prepare for battle, those guys from the Celestial God Plane are here again!"

"Damn it! We must not let those guys get close to Hebitsson. Brothers of the Knights Alliance, come with me, attack those guys from the Celestial God Plane!"

"Yes!"

"..."

The camp was noisy, and the resistance army immediately moved, putting on various guns, ammunition, and mechanical armor. Heavy motorcycles also roared to life.

Almost in the blink of an eye, various motorcycles and armored vehicles departed from the camp in a mighty force, rushing towards the direction of the explosion.

Having finally seen hope, everyone knew that they must not let the enemy get close to the wharf at this time.

Even knowing that the enemy was powerful, the resistance army rushed forward without hesitation.

Suren and Mr. Mirror looked at the resistance army rushing forward one after another, their expressions slightly different.

Warriors with courage are always worthy of admiration.

Without saying much, the two raised their hands, and golden-patterned cloaks were draped over their bodies.

A spatial fluctuation flashed, and the two figures had disappeared from the spot.

This battle was not the resistance army's main force, but their Dawn.

...

At the moment when Suren and the two disappeared, the sentries on the camp's city wall also noticed these two strange people.

They had been wondering who would be foolish enough to stand on the city wall.

However, before they could wonder more, they saw the iconic golden-patterned cloak fluttering in the wind.

The golden alchemical pattern on the cloak was so dazzling in the sunlight.

Before they could see clearly, the people were gone.

The sentries who were watching were stunned for a moment: Where did the people go?

However, the next moment, when they matched the golden-patterned cloak in their minds, the sentries were instantly dumbfounded. They pointed in the direction where Suren and the two disappeared, wanting to say something, but it seemed like an invisible hand was choking their necks and preventing them from speaking.

"That... that... that..."

Another sentry looked and thought that his companion had suffered a stroke. Just as he was about to step forward to help, the shock on those people's faces suddenly turned into ecstatic joy and excitement as if they had seen an idol. Their voices trembled and said, "That was... a master from Dawn!"

This shout stunned everyone in the camp.

They never expected that the legendary figure they had heard so much about in the newspapers was actually in the camp!

In an instant, the camp was in an uproar.

...

The explosion sounded, and the battle suddenly began.

The mages' corps from the Celestial God Plane wanted to assemble into a battle formation, so their marching speed was definitely not fast.

The joint fleet also changed its plan and began long-range fire suppression.

The goal was not to kill the enemy, but to prevent the ten-thousand-man magic corps from quickly approaching the wharf.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of cannons on the fleet fired at the same time, the commotion was exaggeratedly frightening.

This huge fire suppression also gave everyone a sense of confidence.

Many of those who were waiting to board the ship at the wharf picked up their weapons again and returned to the city to prepare to snipe the enemy, giving the opportunity to board first to the old, weak, women, and children.

Because they knew the power of the mages, they also knew that it would be difficult to stop too many enemies by relying solely on the joint fleet.

At this time, everyone knew that they must work together to overcome the difficulties.

However, the next moment, an even more exciting scene appeared.

On the warships of the joint fleet, tens of thousands of well-equipped professional soldiers disembarked, and the majestic aura of their assembled army formation gave everyone a sense of security.

Not only that, but also the Dawn group led by Mr. Black.

This time, the main attack was Suren and Mr. Mirror, and they were responsible for the defense of the wharf and Hebitsson City.

"Hahaha, Marshal Meredith's joint fleet corps has also come down! Charge, kill those bastards!"

"That black sailboat is Dawn's Emperor of Eternal Night, they're here too! Look, that golden cloak... that's top-tier combat power!"

"Our top-tier combat power is here too, hahaha... we will win!"

"We will win!" "We will win!"

"..."

When Dawn's iconic golden-patterned cloak appeared, the people at the wharf immediately burst into a tidal wave of cheers.

With top-tier combat power, a large-scale corps, and warships, no words could give people more confidence than such support.

The situation on the wharf, which had been chaotic for a moment after the explosion, quickly stabilized.

...

On the other hand.

Suren and Mr. Mirror had already teleported to the southeast of the mushroom cloud.

When they arrived, they immediately saw a huge pit with a diameter of a thousand meters at the location of the mushroom cloud. The soil in the pit had been vitrified, obviously having been subjected to great impact.

Next to the pit, a magic corps of several thousand people was forming a defensive formation as if facing a great enemy.

Most of these mages were covered in dust and had injuries of varying degrees. On closer inspection, there were also some severed limbs and broken arms near the pit.

With just a glance, Suren saw that this intact ten-thousand-man magic corps now had only seven or eight thousand people left, and those who were missing had obviously been killed by the explosion.

He muttered in his heart: "Oh... this explosive can actually break the ten-thousand-man magic corps' magic shield?"

Usually, the effect of pure energy-level explosives is increasingly reduced in the influence of the top-level rule domain.

So this has always been a constraint in the field of mechanical alchemy. If they can't break through, mechanical warriors will always be a big step behind in the top-tier combat power level.

He didn't expect this explosion to directly cripple this ten-thousand-man magic corps?

Just as Suren and the two were observing, the mages who were searching for the enemy seemed to have triggered some kind of mechanism detonator, and with a "boom," another explosion sounded.

Like the previous one, a strange dark blue flame rose into the sky, forming a mushroom cloud.

The terrifying shock wave formed by the explosion instantly swept out, and the surviving ten-thousand-man magic corps bore the brunt of it.

Even though the corps' magic array had dispelled most of the explosion's power, some of the strange blue flames still broke through the magic shield, blowing the ten-thousand-man magic corps into chaos.

This time, he watched an explosion up close, and everything was clear.

Just by looking at the blast, a series of complex calculation formulas had already appeared in Suren's mind.

The person who planted the bomb was extremely meticulous. It seemed that he had already anticipated the various actions of the ten-thousand-man magic corps, and then carried out a second precise explosion.

Seeing this, Suren immediately remembered Jike, who was still an alchemy apprentice in Snowstorm City, and almost used explosives to kill his father's second-level professional.

A thought flashed through his mind.

Now was obviously not the time to think more.

Because the shock wave had already arrived, even though he and Mr. Mirror were a few kilometers away, the power was so great that it made their scalps tingle slightly.

Mr. Mirror raised her hand and made a defensive gesture, and a mirror barrier appeared in front of the two of them.

Originally, it was easy for a ninth-level professional to defend against any explosive shock wave.

But at this moment, Mr. Mirror sensed something and frowned, raising another hand to bless the mirror barrier in front of her.

Suren, who was next to her, immediately saw what was going on and said in shock: "This... this explosive actually has destructive power at the rule level?"

After witnessing the explosion, he had already used the All-Knowing Eye to see the essence of the explosive.

It was not only powerful, but there was also a strange destructive force at the rule level in this explosion.

In an instant, he understood why the previous explosion could break through the corps' magic shield of the ten-thousand-man magic corps. So it was this!

After the first shock wave passed, Mr. Mirror also gave him a slightly strange look: Your disciple?

Suren was also a little dumbfounded: I don't know either.

He didn't expect Jike to have created such an exaggerated explosive.

However, it was clear that this kind of explosive alone could not completely eliminate a ten-thousand-man magic corps.

Although the two explosions had killed nearly five thousand people, most of them were low-level mages of the fifth and sixth levels.

Almost none of the remaining eighth-level corps commander and seventh-level deputy corps commander were missing.

The combat power loss of the ten-thousand-man magic corps was not too great.

Moreover, after two explosions, their aura had already been exposed.

The mages had also used their methods to capture the location of the person who planted the bomb.

"The enemy is on the hillside in the northwest!"

In an instant, these thousands of mages rushed towards the hillside in the northwest.

However, just as those mages from the Celestial God Plane had rushed over, they didn't know which mechanism they had triggered, and the third explosion had already sounded.

Obviously, Jike had even calculated that the other party would chase after him.

However, the power of this explosion was much smaller.

It was not the strange green flame from before, and there was no effect of breaking through the defensive power at the rule level.

Suren guessed that there was not enough of that special explosive.

Although the explosion slowed down the impact of the ten-thousand-man magic corps, it did not cause much damage this time. The eighth-level corps commander led the ten-thousand-man magic corps to rush over angrily, and then a wide range of corps magic was released.

...

After the three explosions, in a hidden defense bunker on the distant hillside, several mysterious resistance army soldiers were hiding.

The young man with the mechanical arm observed the magic array in the sky and cursed, "Damn it, we didn't kill them. That's a large-scale corps magic, get into the tunnel!"

After this strange cry, several teenagers planned to drill into the escape tunnel that had been dug long ago.

They had used this method to escape many times before. As long as the plan was thorough enough, the remaining few explosions would be enough to stop the enemy from catching up.

However, this time, they miscalculated.

Because there was a space mage among the enemies.

Just as the first teenager jumped down the escape passage, a spatial fluctuation flashed in the bunker, and a gloomy-looking white-bearded mage appeared out of thin air.

When this mage saw that the culprit who had killed nearly five thousand members of the corps was actually a few teenagers, his killing intent overflowed like a tide, pressing down on the teenagers and instantly paralyzing them.

The young man with the mechanical arm turned pale instantly: "Not good, it's a seventh-level archmage!"

The teenagers were instantly desperate. With this level of enemy so close, they didn't even have a chance to detonate the explosives on their bodies.

Were they going to die?

Even though they felt death approaching, there was no fear in the eyes of the young man with the mechanical arm, only unwillingness.

He had only one thought in his mind: It's a pity, if there were more dark matter explosives.

Thinking of this, the young man with the mechanical arm looked at the seventh-level mage opposite him, and a cold smile suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, thinking: "At such a close distance, even a seventh-level is bound to die... it's worth it!"

As soon as the thought arose, the detonation device on his body suddenly started.

This was a heart rate-triggered detonator, which would automatically trigger at extremely high heart rates.

For example, right now, when locked by the killing intent of a top-level powerhouse!

Once it self-destructed, this distance would be enough to kill a seventh-level!

The mage on the opposite side obviously sensed the crisis and frowned.

Sensing the crisis, the old mage was about to use a space displacement magic to leave the bunker.

However, the next second, the old mage's expression froze.

He discovered in horror that the source of the crisis was not the young man in front of him, but something else!

He wanted to teleport away, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

The old mage instantly realized that the space around him had been imprisoned?

A high-level law imprisonment?

How was that possible!

If these teenagers had such means, how could they have let him get close?

No!

A top-level powerhouse had arrived!

As the thought flashed through his mind, the old mage looked in shock at the appearance of two people wearing golden-patterned cloaks in the bunker.

Looking at the two, his eyes widened instantly.

Being able to imprison his teleportation and appear here silently meant that... these were truly top-level powerhouses!

On the opposite side, the teenagers were dumbfounded.

They thought that two more enemies had come, and were thinking that they were doomed.

But they didn't expect that in the midst of despair, when these two cloaked people appeared, the killing intent that had been suffocating them suddenly disappeared.

Moreover, when they saw the familiar golden-patterned cloak, the young man with the mechanical arm seemed to have guessed something and was overjoyed.

He vaguely guessed who had come!

Others only knew that the golden-patterned cloak was a symbol of the Dawn organization, but they didn't know that there were subtle differences in those golden patterns, representing different members.

And the one with the golden scythe pattern was his teacher!

Right in front of him!