Under the automated control of the "Tower Spirit," billions of turrets fired a blistering parallel barrage directly into the sky.
The sky of the [chanical Realm] seed infinitely low at this mont, with the whistling shells flying out of the [Witchcraft Garden] just as they left the gun barrel.
The next mont.
On the gray ocean surface of the "Thousand-Faced Moon," thunders roared like tides, and flas blazed highly.
Unlike the cast-iron cannons of the sa era that relied solely on mass impact for destruction, the enchanted shells crafted by the alchemists carried combined effects of fire, shock wave, shrapnel, and magic elent attacks.
The destructive power reigns supre in the Material World.
Heads of countless creatures in the gray sea wailed as they turned to ashes.
Normally, only with the miraculous powers of things like [Dream Cruise] or [Turin Grand Library] could matter exist within the Spirit Realm.
But now, amidst the void in the [chanical Realm] and "Thousand-Faced Moon."
It seed like two powerful battleships engaging in a boarding battle on the sea, with the world rules rewritten by these high-mystery entities, integrating matter and spirit in their residing space.
Boom....
The terrifying artillery barrage never ceased for a mont.
Not only the fearso heads, but even the vast gray ocean itself boiled and rolled under the bombardnt of billions of turrets, transforming into harmless dust that slowly dissipated.
As for the matter of firing cannons costing a fortune in gold, even the world's richest couldn't care less now.
At this mont, atop the levitating Central Tower.
An elderly man with thin bones, draped in a light blanket, sat silently in a chanical chair, raising his head to gaze at the sky where the artillery fire raged. His light blue eyes reflected a deep thought:
"Ti and again, not a few days apart, this sinister thing has co yet again, it's not a coincidence."
The "Alchemy School" has established itself for years on the isolated Celebes Island, naturally avoiding unwarranted enemies by being far from the continent.
The only possibility is...
He glanced at a certain alliance monarch hiding in a temporary shelter.
It is... nowadays the "Alchemy School," with the "Steam Industrial Revolution" as its claw, has ddled with the world's changing structure.
This elusive "Thousand-Faced Moon" appeared to have no allegiances and its whereabouts remained unpredictable.
But nnon Watt has long maintained contact with the Phaletis Kingdom and the "Black Iron Cross Church," how could he not know who he might be facing as an enemy in this massive tide?
He slowly raised a withered arm, the skin of a Tier 4 Crowned Wizard has already developed noticeable wrinkles and age spots, which is truly horrifying.
"To obtain the overwhelming power of this trend, I truly have no choice but to do so, even the exalted True God... cannot stop !"
As a "low-profile" Evil God, "Thousand-Faced Moon" Kohol isn't widely known.
Yet anyone who has heard of this entity knows it's a bloodthirsty being transford into a god from an "Otherworldly Being" Crowned Demon.
It does not have a fixed church organization, only fervent followers scattered around the globe, even in the Shadow Realm, Lower Realm, Spirit Realm... regions.
It regularly uses insidious thods of ambush, targeting not the blood of prey but their heads, brains, and deepest fears!
Over countless years.
The myriad incarnations of [Thousand-Faced Moon] have relentlessly pecked and plundered across realms beyond human understanding, issuing terrifying proclamations to all potential victims it can reach.
"The heads and brains of 'sapient beings' are its favorite, through constant hunting, it releases its predatory instinct from its mortal days, also showcasing its grand authority over life and death as well as its endlessly growing life force."
Given its inherently insidious personality, launching a surprise attack against the [chanical Realm] from the Spirit Realm is nothing out of the ordinary.
Braving the torrential downpour-like artillery fire, also bathing in the storm of iron and fire.
[Thousand-Faced Moon] launched another charge, accelerating and fiercely crashing against the outer wall of the [Witchcraft Garden], but this ti it didn't retreat, instead, it actively launched a counterattack.
Woo woo woo——!
Ying ying ying——!
Countless oddly-shaped heads let out shrill cries, dragging bodies made of gray mucus as they leapt from the ocean.
Like sticky slugs sticking to the surface of the [Witchcraft Garden].
Wildly opening their bloody mouths, biting feverishly into the barrier separating inside and outside.
Clearly visible.
[Thousand-Faced Moon] may lack a formal church organization, but never lacks for enforcers, as this sea of protoplasm is its endless source of manpower.
However, their combat tactics seem sowhat too primitive.
If [chanical Realm] is a Level 1 Battleship skilled in long-range attacks using shipborne artillery, then [Thousand-Faced Moon] is the ancient galley still using rams and boarding battles.
In the past half month, it has fended off such attacks more than once already, so nnon Watt is not surprised and orders the "Tower Spirit":
"Deploy the [Dora Cannon]!"
Shush——!
Amidst the spray of white mist, the entire [chanical Realm] began to tremble once more as a series of super cannons, not much smaller than chimneys, were elevated from weapon depots hidden underground.
Seeing these behemoths, even Aiven and his party, claiming to have ascended into space and seen many things, couldn't help but slowly widen their eyes.
[Dora Cannon] is 42.9 ters long, with a caliber of 800 milliters, and the cannon weighs a total of 1329 tons, piercing into the sky like a tallic tower as it rose from underground.
The most terrifying is its shell weight of 7.1 tons and a range of 100 kiloters!
Never mind a bomb, even a stone could easily demolish a fortress.
All you could hear was the old, calm voice giving the order:
"Fire!"
Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!...
Thousands of terrifying artillery shells weighing nearly ten tons soared into the sky like hamrs thrown by fiery giants.
Passing through the one-way barrier of the which permits exit but not entry, they fiercely plumted into that turbulent gray sea.
Then.
Within the , hundreds of towering columns of blazing flas burst forth, emitting a low hum amid the tremors, seemingly pushing it bit by bit from the .
But this man-made weapon of astonishing power clearly enraged the frustrated Evil God.
The boundless primordial sea suddenly surged, extending robust tentacles of unknown length, fiercely thrusting at the spatial barrier.
The firepower of a million turrets imdiately poured onto those hundreds of filthy tentacles, continuously dispersing them.
However, through a few tests, the opponent's reality wasn't just revealed to the "Alchemy School" alone.
The suddenly trembled, a massive wave primarily composed of various Lower Realm demons surged like a tsunami, fiercely crashing onto the outer barrier of the .
Endless demons converged, simultaneously spraying a massive amount of highly targeted corrosive liquid.
Ssss——!
Taking advantage of a defensive lapse, cooperating with the heads gnawing at the barrier from the beginning, it actually created a human-head-sized hole.
In the next second, like leeches seeing blood, countless gray "slugs" on the barrier surface sward towards that small hole.
To those inside the , it seed as if a hole had appeared in the sky, and the waters of the heavenly river poured down continuously.
"Push them back!"
In the , the wizards of the "Alchemy School" were already prepared for battle, their expressions gravely serious, yet their hands moved swiftly.
Taking out various alchemy tools shimring with spiritual light, they were about to charge into the gray flood.
"The 'Alchemy School' cannot fall."
Aiven's eyes narrowed slightly.
Not to ntion his connection with the "Alchemy School" Violet Eye.
It's currently the key support for the alliance's rise, the "Steam Industrial Revolution"; the "trend of productivity surge" almost running parallel to the "Age of Navigation"; and the crucial endeavor of countering 's ... among others.
The importance of the "Alchemy School" on his side is indisputable.
"Let contribute a wave of firepower as well."
With a gentle wave, nine hundred newly nad rockets leaped out from his .
With optimized craft processes and expanded production lines, the output of continuously increased, stabilizing at about 200 kilograms per day over three months.
After throwing all accumulated production capacity from November last year into this, these nine hundred were born.
Equivalent to 1800 tons of TNT!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!...
After fuel improvent, the speed of reached 1.5 Mach, no longer slow as before.
Boom——!!!
Brilliant light nearly blinded everyone.
The wizards about to engage the "slugs" barely took off before being slamd to the ground by the horrifying shockwave of the explosion.
As for the intruders who just penetrated, and the giant sli masses surrounding the small hole, they were undoubtedly obliterated in one hit.
The broken small hole quickly restored to its original state.
Just as many wizards turned to see where the "support" ca from.
From the sky, the bodily fluids of the , already swept away by Aiven with a smile.
This terrifying existence, unknown in how many realms it has hunted, contains who knows how much genetic information of countless creatures within its body, utterly unimaginable.
Moreover, those worthy of its action are definitely not ordinary figures.
Compared to this vast treasure trove, a re nine hundred rockets were just a drizzle.
However, a sudden notification sound erged from the chanical body puppet beside him:
"Ding! New alchemical weapons discovered in , structure analysis... auto-record! Auto-record!... Recorded!"
Aiven's smile froze:
"Ah really???"
Beyond the barrier, the increasingly agitated Evil God paid no heed to what people inside the were thinking.
Thud! Thud! Thud!...
Along with intense heartbeats, torrents on the surface of the split to the sides, revealing beneath a gold-black heart as large as a mountain peak.
Covered in crisscrossing blood vessels and mysterious, unknown tissues.
That was the core of the ancient evil god 'Thousand-Faced Moon', 'Night Lion', 'Skull Hunter' Kohol, representing its immortal !
The power of the Demigod was fully unleashed, the holy yet foul light flow slowly dissipating.
Guzi... Guzi...
Aiven was greatly startled, even with the barrier of the , the steel cannons around him began to... grow wriggling entrails!
The right hand instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword "Gold-devouring Beast."
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