Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Chapter 1195: Chapter 1189: Marshaling the Troops

Mechanical tribe!

It is a unique race.

Founded by the first generation, it has expanded for billions of years.

And when it comes to the first generation, anyone who knows about them will give a thumbs up and praise their greatness.

The life of the first generation is a grand epic, a timeless saga worth learning from.

About five billion years ago, the first generation was just a piece of meteorite, and by chance, gained sentience, began cultivation, and created the technique of devouring mineral veins.

In less than ten million years, the first generation transformed their nature, established the mechanical tribe, and continued the lineage.

So the origin of the first generation was merely a piece of meteorite.

All things have spirit.

This saying is true, but everything in the universe still differs in rank and value.

A divine treasure taking form holds a high lineage, comes with inherited cultivation techniques, also possesses lineage divine skills, has a high potential for growth, and is extremely powerful.

But a piece of meteorite?

What can it have?

Besides a hard shell, nothing.

So for the first generation to grow to this day, it has been extremely difficult, requiring an endurance beyond most, a true legend.

Within the mechanical world.

Four streams of light pierced the void and landed in the central world, their bodies towering, as huge as ten thousand zhang, resembling four God Mountains, emanating a terrifying pressure.

Holy light scintillated around them, the power of the primal mechanical Tao laws swept across, dominating eternity, all were Dao Saint Realm mighty figures.

They are respectively the Great Elder, Protector of the tribe, Protector, and Instructor!

"Clan Leader, has something happened?"

The Great Elder hesitated for a moment and respectfully inquired.

Not far away, there is a massive black mountain, incredibly vast, stretching across many miles, towering immeasurably, piercing the nine heavens, exuding majestic energy.

Boom!

The mountain shuddered and began to rise.

A fully black, incredibly cool mechanical being stood in the central world, towering billions of miles, comparable to a small star, revealing an ancient, supreme, transcendent aura.

His eyes were crimson, filled with rage and killing intent, causing the endless void to explode.

Gesturing at will, he wielded annihilation power.

The Great Elder, Protector, Protector of the tribe, and Instructor’s hearts tightened, they knelt down in reverence.

Within the mechanical world, turbulent winds arose.

The fortune dragon roared lowly, riding the imprint of civilization, descended from the sea of fortune, cowering on the ground, not daring to move.

"The third young master has fallen!"

"The most outstanding talent of our tribe has fallen!"

The first generation’s stern and indifferent voice echoed across the sky, entering the ears of countless mechanical tribesmen.

With this statement.

All mechanical tribesmen were appalled and understood why the first generation was so furious.

The third young master!

He was the most gifted clansman in the history of the mechanical tribe, held with high hopes by the entire tribe and the most promising young talent to break through to Unity Realm Stage.

But now, he is dead!

This means the hope for the rise of the mechanical tribe has become a mere dream!

"This...how did the third young master fall in the myriad worlds?"

The Great Elder’s expression changed dramatically, full of doubt.

"Yes!"

"Who dared to become enemies with the mechanical tribe?"

Beside him, the Protector hurriedly asked, his eyes filled with wrath and regret.

As the Protector of the third young master, his task was to protect the third young master’s safety, now that the third young master has fallen, he bears unshakable responsibility.

So his heart is filled with regret, had he known, he should have followed the third young master.

The first generation remained silent, quietly waiting.

About half an hour later.

A blue mechanical being flew from afar, not large in stature, about the same size as ordinary humans, making it look small among the giant mechanical tribe.

Yet within the mechanical tribe, he is a very special existence.

Intelligent Spirit!

Equivalent to the wisdom of the mechanical tribe, he manages the tribe’s intelligence and is responsible for the universe fortress’s development, second only to the first generation in status.

"Clan Leader, it’s confirmed the third young master died in the myriad worlds!"

The Intelligent Spirit said in a deep voice.

The first generation frowned slightly, continuously asked: "Weren’t the strong of the myriad worlds sealed? Why can someone destroy the universe fortress?"

He is well aware of the strength of the universe fortress, it would take multiple Dao Saint strong figures combined to destroy it.

The Intelligent Spirit was silent.

This is also the point of his confusion.

Before coming, he recalculated once more, reaching the same conclusion as before, the myriad worlds posed no threat.

"No matter who, dare to kill our tribe’s talent, must pay!"

The Great Elder took a step forward, his voice cold and frightening: "Clan Leader, please permit me to lead and investigate the myriad worlds’ cause!"

Revenge!

As one of the strong tribes of the mysterious universe, how can they tolerate the unclear death of their inner talents?

"Approved!"

The first generation did not ponder, immediately declared: "This time, the enemy’s information is unknown, strength powerful, I privilege you to mobilize the first, second, and fourth legions, make sure to kill the enemy!"

Within the mechanical tribe, there are five major legions, composed of five universe forts.

Among them, the third legion is the one mobilized by the third young master, currently scrapped, only four legions remain.

Thus, mobilizing three legions is already the largest force of the mechanical tribe, they must ensure to leave one legion at all times to protect the mechanical world.

"At your command!"

The Great Elder respectfully saluted, issued the army assembly order.

Shuuu shuuu shuuu!

Three streams of mechanical light pierced the void.

Disappeared into the depths of the mysterious universe.

Whether it’s the first legion or the fourth legion, they have long been battling in the mysterious universe, conquering other civilizations, plundering resources.

...

"Attack!"

In the depths of the starry sky.

A silver universe fortress hovers, launching devastating strikes against the world below.

Boom!

Rumble!

Rumble rumble!

Countless shells poured down, penetrating the universe, not even needing mechanical tribe soldiers to move, already destroying the peak second-level civilization below.

Countless beings yet to react already lost vitality.

In moments, a peak second-level civilization becomes a dust of history.

"Plunder the source energy!"

Within the universe fortress, a mechanical tribe commander gazed down at the fireball, revealing a cruel smile, coldly ordered.

His greatest joy in life was driving the universe fortress, slaughtering one civilization after another.

Boom!

Countless mechanical arms extended from the universe fortress, reached into the fireball, devouring the source energy.

Two days later, the mechanical arms retracted, completing this plunder.

"Order, keep advancing..."

The commander smiled as he commanded.

But right then, a stream of light entered his brow, his expression changed, ultimately turning into endless anger.

"Dare to kill the third young master, seeking death!"

"Return to the mechanical world!"

The resonating murderous sound echoed inside the universe fortress.

At the same time.

In two other parts of the starry sky.

Also, two universe forts changed direction, tearing through the starry sky, returned to the mechanical world.