Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 471: Chapter 119: The Heavens Bow, the Ten Thousand Realms Pledge Allegiance, This Is His Era (Part 2)

As for the ordinary and exclusive Extraordinary Forces from the former southern Ventecenia Kingdom, the Eastern Dragon Realm, the Western Island Countries, the northern Sub-human Tribes, and the central Gulad Empire—while their individual combat strength fell short of the ace legions, their advantage was their sheer, ocean-like numbers.

This torrent of steel followed closely behind the advance of the ace legions, using their overwhelming numbers to mop up any enemies that slipped through. Their battlefield accomplishments were equally impressive.

Finally, there were Qin Feng’s Divine Chosen Heroes—a group powerful enough to be game-breaking on the battlefield.

With their lifespans constantly extended, the army of beast souls and the Mythical Soul squad summoned by Fenrir acted like an Undying and Unyielding legion of Ghosts. They charged recklessly through the fray, slaughtering an incalculable number of soldiers from the Global Alliance Army.

Amilia’s charged Magic was on the level of a Nuclear Bomb. She rarely acted, but when she did, the result was apocalyptic.

When the falling orb of Magic, condensed from Endless Elemental Power, struck the ground, it would instantly create an annihilation zone several miles wide. Its destructive power was many times greater than even the Holy Empire Envoy’s Multi-shot Arrow.

Yugudora lacked any area-of-effect abilities, but she wielded two Divine Techniques: Invincible Blood Lock and Ignore Blood Lock. By combining these with the Holy Empire Envoy’s "Battlefield Duel" Talent, she could directly target the enemy’s Heaven’s Chosen Ruler and force them into a one-on-one deathmatch. Once she assassinated the enemy commander, the combat effectiveness of their subordinate Lord Players and Native Creatures would plummet.

The Infinite Sword Saint turned the chaotic battle into his own personal showcase. His Alpha Strike’s instantaneous movement, combined with the attack speed boost from Highland Bloodline, allowed him to move through the enemy ranks as if they weren’t even there. He weaved and struck endlessly, and his foes couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes, let alone inflict the slightest bit of damage.

Only the Tree Guard’s performance was a complete letdown.

Unfortunately, like the Sielo Knights, he was a unit whose one-on-one combat strength was maxed out, but whose ability in group battles was rock bottom.

The Sielo Knights, at least, could form a Wing Connection unit with the evolved Fire Fox, "Crimson Flame," to gain the "Fire Clothes" Group Burning Passive, making them effective in large-scale battles.

But the Tree Guard was a complete "lone wolf," unable to trigger the Wing Connection effect with any other unit. All it could do was clumsily swing its weapon on the battlefield, slowly hacking down enemies one by one.

In the end, this Planar War, which had swept up every realm from the Real World, lasted only a single day and night.

After a day and a night of brutal slaughter, a day and a night of being utterly crushed, the Lord Players of the Global Alliance Army who had once boasted that victory was assured through numbers were finally forced to recognize the insurmountable chasm that lay between them and Tingfeng.

The disparity in strength was simply too great to be bridged by numbers alone.

Unsurprisingly, when the Holy Empire’s torrent of steel rolled over the final defensive line, the vast majority of Lord Players threw down their weapons and chose to surrender. They knew full well that continued resistance would only lead to their deaths.

Only a small minority continued to make a desperate last stand. These were groups like the "Divine Wind Association" from the Sakura Country Realm and the hardliners of the Iron Cross Alliance. They knew their past actions had already sealed their fate, leaving no possibility of a peaceful resolution. Resigned to death, they commanded their remaining troops in the final struggle of a cornered beast.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, this desperate struggle was nothing more than a laughable farce.

After all, even with their forces divided, the Imperial Legions of the Holy Empire had slaughtered the hundred-million-strong allied army, routing them so thoroughly they were sent fleeing, pissing themselves in fear.

Now that all the Imperial Legions of the Holy Empire had consolidated into a single, unstoppable super-army, their might was truly earth-shattering.

This lion of steel charged straight for the core encampments of the war-mongering factions with unstoppable momentum.

Dragon Breath burned the skies, Arrow Rain consumed the earth, iron cavalry trampled their formations, and Magic blasted them to bits. In just half a day, all the core members of the hawkish factions, including the Divine Wind Association and the Iron Cross Alliance, were utterly annihilated, leaving not a single survivor.

All that remained on the Plane Battlefield were mutilated corpses and scorched earth, signaling the definitive end of the invasion.

At the same time, the final battle report from this Planar War crossed the dimensional barrier and was relayed back to the Real World.

As the news spread, the foreign Lord Players on other Plane Battlefields targeting the Hua Country Realm instantly fell silent.

They were already wary of Qin Feng’s ruthless methods and hadn’t dared to fight for real. Now, seeing the horrific fate of the Global Alliance Army’s hawkish factions, who had been slaughtered to the last man, they were scared out of their wits. They quickly threw down their weapons and chose to surrender.

Because of this, most of the Lord Players from the Hua Country Realm managed to survive this global conflict without suffering any major losses.

Only a few pairs of Lord Players with long-standing grudges took advantage of the chaos. Casting aside their allegiances, they engaged in an Undying and Unyielding battle to the death, which ultimately ended in their mutual destruction—a bleak conclusion for all involved.

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On the Plane Battlefield, within the council hall of Shurima Main City, the stench of battle had not yet faded, mingling with the scorching aura of Holy Flame that filled the air.

High upon the dais, a gilded throne floated, surrounded by fine shards of Holy Crystal. Qin Feng reclined upon it, wreathed in a sacred glow. A single glance from him was enough to send a chill through the very bones of those below.

A player representative from the Viking Domain’s contingent of the Global Alliance Army, along with his remaining followers, knelt on the ground. His knees slammed heavily onto the cold, golden floor tiles, making a dull thud.

His entire body was tense. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, dripping onto his blood-stained bracers. The veins on the hand gripping his scepter bulged, and his knuckles had turned white from the strain.

The hero followers behind him were trembling with fear, their armor clinking softly with their shivers. Not one of them dared to raise their head and look at the man on the throne.