Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 470: Chapter 119: All Heavens Bow, the Ten Thousand Realms Pledge Allegiance, This Is His Era

When they confirmed the sky-spanning Arrow Rain came from the Holy Empire Envoy and not Tingfeng himself, the color instantly drained from everyone’s faces, their pupils constricting to pinpricks.

The weapons held in many people’s hands fell to the ground with a CLANG. Their knuckles, white from gripping too tightly, went slack. Cold sweat trickled down their temples, dripping onto the cracked command table.

A bitter wind, carrying the stench of gunpowder and blood, swept into the tent. A bone-chilling cold crept up their spines, making everyone feel as if they had been plunged into an icy cavern.

A dead silence enveloped the command table, with only the sound of heavy, ragged breathing echoing in the air.

This lasted until several disheveled figures appeared before them. Flying Messengers from other battlefields stumbled in, trembling as they handed over blood-stained reports—all defensive lines had been ambushed by the "Holy Empire Envoy"! The same sky-spanning Arrow Rain, the same instant annihilation of vast numbers of Divine Chosen Soldiers!

Those words struck them like a clap of thunder. No one could remain seated; they shot up from their chairs, the last vestiges of color draining completely from their faces.

Someone staggered backward, knocking over the sand table behind them. The military figurines scattered across the floor, just like their shattered morale.

Another slumped onto the cracked command table, their voice trembling, their eyes filled with the gray pallor of despair.

"Dammit..."

"Is that bastard Tingfeng really mass-producing Divine Gift abilities?!"

"A sky full of Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons and Divine Gift Royal Dragon Cavalry was terrifying enough!"

"And now it turns out he has a huge group of Divine Gift archers comparable to a Nuclear Bomb strike! What the hell are we supposed to do? We’re just here to die!"

However, it was far too late for regrets.

Qin Feng sat enthroned atop Shurima Main City, Holy Flame Energy swirling around him. Countless shared Fields of View from the Holy Empire Envoys flooded into his consciousness like a tide.

The fleeing soldiers of the Global Alliance Army, the Lord Players who were all bark and no bite, and even the Player Alliance names and Plane IDs floating above their heads—all were recorded in minute detail within the information panel jointly constructed by the Lord System and the Riding and Cutting System. In particular, every national realm they represented was branded with a clear mark of judgment.

The end of this Plane War would by no means be the end of the slaughter.

Once the smoke cleared, all the domain forces that had participated in this invasion would face Qin Feng’s iron-fisted reckoning.

Unless.

They could offer a price sufficient to appease his wrath.

For example, by bowing their heads in submission and acknowledging Qin Feng’s supreme status and position as the ruler of the world.

This would elevate his status and identity beyond the confines of a single Plane like the Holy Empire to encompass all national realms—including the Hua Country Realm he had protected several times—making him the sole Emperor spanning all planes, holding the fate of every race in his hands.

Then, all heavens would bow and the Ten Thousand Realms would pledge their loyalty. That would be his era.

’After that, I’ll just slowly grind to level 100. Then I’ll go to the Divine Domain to find my sister and check on what’s going on with the King of War.’

As these thoughts churned, a strong premonition suddenly washed over Qin Feng. The moment he set foot in the Divine Domain, he would inevitably face the King of War in a true, head-on confrontation.

Ever since he’d transmigrated, his premonitions had always been unfailingly accurate, without a single exception.

This time would surely be no different.

Afterward, relying on the nigh-unbeatable ultimate combat power of the Holy Empire Envoy, this defensive war, which should have been a passive resistance, was forcefully turned into a steamrolling, crushing offensive.

The Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons were without a doubt the MVPs of the battlefield. Like massive bombers soaring through the sky, their Dragon Wings blotted out the sun. The torrents of Holy Flame erupting from their maws were like celestial fire scouring the earth, incinerating everything in their path. Aside from Super Wall-Hangers like the Holy Empire Envoy, no one could survive for even a second under such a blistering Dragon Breath.

The Divine Gift Royal Dragon Cavalry transformed into silver lightning bolts streaking across the sky. Their eighty percent Extreme Evasion, combined with explosive super-acceleration, made them as nimble as funnels, specifically targeting the enemy’s high-level powerhouses and rare Demon Beasts. With a flash of cold light from their spear tips, another powerful life was extinguished.

The Undead Legion led by Arthas put on a veritable feast of death. The Undead Army charged forward fearlessly over mountains of corpses and seas of blood. For every enemy corpse they consumed, a new Undead Warrior would rise from the remains. The Undead Legion’s ranks swelled as the battle raged on, and wherever the black tide of death swept, all life was extinguished.

Meanwhile, the main body of the Skaven Ratman Legion cunningly hid at the rear of the battlefield, using the profane power of the "Blessing of Chaos" to madly summon Ratman soldiers and Clones. The overwhelming tide of rats, combined with twisted abilities from the blessing like corrosion and plague, gnawed at the enemy until they were crying for their parents and utterly routed.

The Wood Elf Army’s Arrow Rain also blotted out the sun. Although its lethality was far inferior to the "Multi-shot Arrow" of the Holy Empire Envoy, their Racial Talent-enhanced super-long range allowed them to begin their merciless assault while the enemy was still halfway through their charge. Countless arrows tore through the air, riddling the densely packed soldiers of the Global Alliance Army until they looked like sieves.

The performance of the Demon Beast army seemed standard on the surface, but their strength lay in their incomparably robust physiques. Furthermore, the "Wing Connection" effect, triggered by combining various abilities, was devastating. The wind pressure from the Griffins stacked with the Earthquake Wave of the Giant Bears, and the trampling of the Mammoths resonated with the charge of the rhinos. Such combination attacks also reaped a great number of enemy lives.

The Vampire unit, composed of Nesia’s Clones, were all Super Mages with maxed-out survival abilities. They hovered in mid-air, unleashing a downpour of all kinds of Magic. Swarms of Blood Bats blotted out the sun, and their Undead Magic could reap swathes of lives in an instant. Their kill count was firmly ranked in the top three on the battlefield.