Chapter 367: Chapter 367: The Mechanical Grandmaster's Advantage is Mine!
No sooner had Garon and the otherworldly envoy appeared than they were met with a dense barrage of attacks.
More ferocious than before, all attacks had evidently risen in power.
The canopy here, along with the defensive fortifications on the ground, was more extensive, and the quality of the mechanical creations had also improved.
Centered around the most conspicuous mechanical pillar, thousands of smaller mechanical pillars stood densely packed around it, meticulously arranged like a dark, orderly metal forest at first glance.
Squid-like flying machines filled every inch of space around the metal forest, firing countless lasers that overwhelmed Garon's side.
The armor on these mechanical pillars opened up, revealing dark cannon muzzles.
The attacks formed from these muzzles were at least of legendary caliber.
"Use all your power, destroy these machines as much as possible," Garon commanded the otherworldly envoys sternly as he eyed the Heart of the Strange Machine's location.
The otherworldly envoys, faces stern, responded, "Understood!"
Boom, boom, boom! Golden aura, white holy light, and dazzling brilliance burst forth from the envoys.
Wielding holy swords engulfed in flames, their bodies protected by undying bright flames, they plunged directly into the surrounding million-strong metal army.
"Fervent God Slash!"
Susan, an envoy of the blazing heavens, shouted lowly. Her holy sword grew nearly ten thousand meters long, swinging out a trench-like fiery slash that melted the surrounding mechanical creations like cutting through wheat.
This blazing heavenly envoy fluttered her wings among the mechanical beings, leaving a fiery sea in her wake, her heroic figure reminiscent of a warrior goddess.
Elsewhere, Morgan, a holy light envoy, wielded not a sword but a war hammer.
This dog-headed Aether lifted his hammer, bursting with white light like flames or thunder, creating a massive spiderweb-like domain that he maneuvered through dense mechanics, each leap and flash marking the deactivation of a mechanical unit.
With each hammer strike, he caused severe spatial disturbances, creating overwhelming shockwaves that reduced the formidable metal machines to dust.
The other envoys also demonstrated their unique powers.
A silver-skinned star realm apostle drew his longbow, the arrow's light tearing through thousands of meters, destroying all mechanical beings within its range.
Simultaneously.
A thick beam shot from one of the mechanical pillars, breaking through the star realm apostle's star energy shield and shattering his upper body, seemingly killing him outright.
However, with a burst of light, his bones grew back, his flesh intertwined, and his skin revived in an instant—Grand Resurrection.
Nearly all legendary otherworldly envoys possessed such spellcasting abilities.
Besides, they had command over Holy Word, Mandate of Death, Intimidation, Undying Bright Flame, Banishment, Blade Barrier, Grand Resurrection, Instant Spirit Conversion, Restoration, Holy Slash, Holy Flame Storm...
Even the weakest envoy here had a rich repertoire of abilities.
They were all legendary beings, not just any legends from the ordinary material world. With the guidance of two demigods, unless they were exhausted or a more powerful mechanical being intervened, the vast numbers of the metal army here couldn't touch them in the short term.
Often.
Without considering various divine powers, otherworldly envoys were regarded as the most powerful individuals just below the gods.
Amidst the roaring of countless mechanical beings, the envoys' offensive surged like rounds of rising suns in a black cloud, undiminished, their thousand-yard radiance illuminating all directions.
Of course, this was the world of the Heart of the Strange Machine, where the endless mechanical army prevailed. If this continued much longer, the otherworldly envoys would eventually falter.
In the skies, a silver dragon gazed down at the mechanical pillar at the heart of the steel forest.
The Heart of the Strange Machine was like the heart of this world and the brain of the Mechanical Grandmaster.
It was the core that kept this world of metal and machinery running, as well as the primary vessel for the consciousness of the Mechanical Grandmaster.
Though without the Heart of the Strange Machine, the current Mechanical Grandmaster wouldn't vanish outright, its vitality would be severely damaged, and its colossal will, capable of rivaling deities, would be reduced to a fraction.
Like any empire's heartland being heavily guarded.
The crucially important Heart of the Strange Machine for the Mechanical Grandmaster was also protected by the most powerful guardians on this planet.
Currently, reflected in Garon's vision was the position of the Heart of the Strange Machine within the mechanical pillar.
Click, click, click. The surface armor of the mechanical pillar opened in layers, amidst the friction of gears and mechanics, pushing out twelve coffin-like black metal boxes.
Buzz.
Blue energy surged, circulating on the surface of the black metal boxes, creating a pattern that blended the aesthetics of
machinery and magic.
With a series of rapid transformations, twelve mechanical beings radiating powerful energy waves appeared before Garon.
Visible to Garon were twelve mechanical angels he had previously glimpsed, mainly in two styles, with differing weaponry, seemingly specializing in different areas.
But their spectacular energy wings were identical.
Glittering and beautiful, countless energy particles gathered from the air, amassing upon them.
These fellows' energy wings were even more lavish than those of real blazing heavenly envoys.
"Do these machines have names?" Garon asked.
Pairs of slender eyes appeared on the smooth facemasks of the mechanical angels.
"Harbingers of Death."
In response to the enemy's inquiry, the Mechanical Grandmaster did not remain silent.
The activated twelve Harbingers of Death, infused with seventy percent of the Mechanical Grandmaster's thought and will, were not the ordinary soldiers currently besieging the otherworldly envoys. Each possessed the combat power of a demigod.
Guardian angels, destroyers, slaughterers. Transformed into the Mechanical Grandmaster, it again produced new Harbingers of Death.
"You still favor high-level mechanical beings in the form of angels," Garon said, shaking his head slightly.
The Heart of the Strange Machine was a combination of the wills of generations of emperors from the Empire of Imaskar, but Garon remembered that when it was created, it did not possess human memories—only a nascent intelligence.
This nascent intelligence evolved and still produced demigod-level strange mechanical angels.
The ancient Empire of Imaskar was also guarded by three strange mechanical angels.
It seemed that some instincts from the emperors of Imaskar were still imprinted deep in the will of the Mechanical Grandmaster.
"Hmm?"
"We've never communicated before."
The dragon's low murmur was keenly captured by the Mechanical Grandmaster.
Its cold, narrow eyes showed a trace of confusion.
Because it fundamentally transformed from human will, the Mechanical Grandmaster itself had life and soul, not just a cold mechanical intelligence, though it also possessed a unique way of thinking, different from normal intelligent beings.
The Mechanical Grandmaster had always wanted to understand its own origins.
The silver dragon it now encountered seemed to know these facts.
Both its accurate mention of having a core and its current words proved this point.
"Do you know my origin?" the Mechanical Grandmaster's eyes turned towards the silver dragon.
It had only been born a few thousand years ago.
But class-divine dragons often lived for ten thousand years, so in the Mechanical Grandmaster's judgment, this dragon was very likely to know its origins.
Garon grinned, saying, "Of course, I know not only your origins but also that you are destined to serve and submit to me."
Upon hearing the dragon's words, each Harbinger of Death's expression remained unreadable.
They originally had no expressions, just smooth, mirror-like faces with only a pair of eyes.
"You seem not to understand the situation here."
"Twelve against three, and in my world, where do you get the confidence to oppose me?"
In the Mechanical Grandmaster's view.
The advantage was on its side.
Located in this enclosed metal world, the Mechanical Grandmaster had never heard of the Lord of the Dragon Court's great name; it merely regarded Garon as a somewhat powerful class-divine dragon.
Garon's gaze swept over the Harbingers of Death.
Judging by the energy waves these angels emitted, he noted that their strength was not low, even stronger than the strange mechanical angels of the ancient Imaskar Empire by several measures.
In the main timeline, it had only been a few thousand years.
A single Heart of the Strange Machine had created twelve demigod-level top-tier weapons, measured by the billions in an endless metal deluge.
This thing was indeed a treasure.
Even gods would want to obtain or destroy such a precious artifact.
Given sufficient development time and conditions, it could unleash a mechanical catastrophe.
Garon recalled the words of the Immortal Dragon Emperor.
In the endless years of the multiverse's history, among trillions of intelligent beings, there were always some with stunning genius, whose bursts of thought sometimes outshone even divine light.
For example, the Ascension of Mortal Arcanists.
And now, the Heart of the Strange Machine and the Mechanical Grandmaster before Garon's eyes.
After the Mechanical Grandmaster expressed its true thoughts, Garon had not yet responded when a burst of blazing light and radiant holy light exploded, the demigod-level blazing heavenly envoy and holy light envoy both glaring coldly at the twelve Harbingers of Death.
"My lord's might surpasses the sun and moon's radiance; who are you to judge him?"
"Disrespecting my lord warrants eradication by holy light!"
The two envoys abandoned the endless, infinite metal army, crushing millions of machines with holy thunder on their way to the Harbingers of Death.
Once otherworld
ly envoys pledge allegiance to a deity, they remain utterly loyal.
Unless the deity falls into evil or becomes corrupt themselves, they do not betray.
Four Harbingers of Death simultaneously moved their energy wings, their metallic bodies tearing through space, confronting the blazing heavenly envoy and the holy light envoy.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Energy pumped from the engines of the Harbingers of Death, pouring out and becoming a unique blade weapon.
The blue light blade vibrated billions of times per second; such high-frequency vibrations created a terrifying killing force, wielded by the close-combat Harbingers of Death as they fought the otherworldly envoys.
If ordinary beings were here, they would barely see the combat process between the Harbingers of Death and the otherworldly envoys.
They could only glimpse the collision of blazing and dark streaks of light, each blink marking thousands of fierce slashes.
Simultaneously, there were Harbingers of Death maintaining distance, bringing their arms together to form cannon muzzles.
The dark muzzles accumulated energy beams capable of piercing worlds, targeting the otherworldly envoys from afar, aiding those wielding close-combat weapons.
Crash!
The blazing heavenly envoy's holy sword deflected the high-frequency light blade, swinging it horizontally at the opponent's waist.
But a highly concentrated beam struck from afar, forcing the blazing heavenly envoy to defend.
Having just blocked the high-energy beam, the high-frequency light blade slashed again.
On the other side, the holy light envoy faced a similar situation.
While the individual combat strength of these Harbingers of Death was not quite up to that of top-tier otherworldly envoys, the difference was not substantial. In a two-on-one situation, they held a clear advantage.
"It seems the most advanced machines here only come in these two forms," Garon observed the Harbingers of Death.
Indeed, the Mechanical Grandmaster had only developed demigod-level weapons in the past century and had encountered a bottleneck in material resources. Using the resources of this planetary world, it had only created ten Harbingers of Death.
Bound by resources, the Mechanical Grandmaster had already considered invading other material worlds.
If it had access to sufficient resources, the Mechanical Grandmaster could even mass-produce Harbingers of Death.
Its plan was to quietly conquer and transform some material worlds without deific worship, expanding its metallic deluge step by step and cultivating power in the material worlds. By then, creating an army of demigod-level machines with a numerical advantage could sweep across the material worlds.
A device capable of breaking through planar barriers had already been manufactured.
But because it needed to gather more information about other material worlds to ensure there was no deific worship, the Mechanical Grandmaster had not yet implemented its plan.
Then, coincidentally.
Garon, along with the otherworldly envoys, arrived at this critical time.
The original plan was completely disrupted, facing the risk of collapse before implementation. To the Mechanical Grandmaster, these beings were akin to a plague.
"You are powerful; I can see that," the Mechanical Grandmaster stated earnestly.
"But with the suppression of the material world, I don't believe you can defeat my eight angels."
"Once I kill you and these otherworldly beings, I think I can create three new demigod weapons."
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
In the roaring sound, angel engines raised blue light, forming mechanical patterns adorned with magic runes across the Harbingers of Death's bodies.
Blue shields rose.
Blades of high-frequency light solidified, and dark cannon muzzles appeared.
The remaining eight Harbingers of Death activated, carrying the will of the Mechanical Grandmaster, converging on the silver dragon from all directions.
Time seemed to slow down.
Facing the approaching demigod angels from all sides, the silver dragon was not alarmed but delighted, baring its fanged maw in a somewhat fierce and excited grin.
In the material world.
Facing equals among demigods, it was Garon's first time attempting to fight one against eight.
Garon's most ferocious slash was during the Era of Glory Wars when he had not yet achieved invincible prestige. In one material world, he encountered a joint attack by four elven envoys.
Four demigods were killed by Garon with minor injuries—three dead and one captured.
That event firmly established the reputation of this Lord of the Dragon Court.
"Come on! Face my power!"
"Come and please me!"
With a low, suppressed roar, the silver dragon's body swelled segment by segment.
In an instant, in his full glory, the colossal divine Garon descended upon this world.
Rumble, rumble!
Among the metal skies, previously under strict control, the celestial phenomena changed drastically.
Due to the collision of material world rules and quasi-divine forces, the surrounding airspace began to change dramatically.
In just an instant, dark clouds burgeoned, bearing a deadly, heavy
, and oppressive atmosphere, as if pressing down on the earth, with thunder roaring and lightning snakes dancing wildly. Lightning and thunder resounded continuously, and then in the dim world, a torrential downpour fell.
Dark clouds rolled.
Raging waters surged.
The dragon's might erupted, as tangible as reality.
Whoosh!
Countless low-level machines were impacted, sparking as they fell like raindrops with the torrential rain, instantly destroying untold numbers of lower units.
In this scene, each otherworldly envoy looked towards the divine Garon, their eyes alight with fervor.
"My lord's divine might!"
After shouting, the otherworldly envoys' emotions surged, and layers of radiance rippled.
Seeing the terrifying might of the opponent, the Mechanical Grandmaster's narrow eyes filled with a weighty presence.
Simultaneously, the Mechanical Grandmaster also harbored some anticipation.
If it could use this dragon's body as material for mechanical transformation, then it could add a mechanical dragon king to its forces, aiding its development and expansion.
Under the will of the Mechanical Grandmaster, the countless mechanical beings around paused for a moment.
Simultaneously, in the metallic world's air, nanoscale metal particles controlled by the Mechanical Grandmaster converged, continuously attaching to the bodies of the Harbingers of Death, which visibly grew larger at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Soon, eight three-hundred-meter-tall colossal Harbingers of Death appeared before Garon.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Beams of energy capable of killing demigods, along with the forest of energy cannons around the mechanical pillars, struck simultaneously like a rain of light, enveloping the silver dragon.
Garon remained composed, his wings covering the sky.
The power of time erupted, drawing the waters of a temporal river around the dragon's body.
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