Chapter 293 - War Worldships (1/2)
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”Ready!” Ezekiel's voice boomed outwards, reaching the ears of all within the tri-realm battlefield. Many cultivators on both sides felt their hearts pound with fierce emotions, one side throbbed with inexplicable horror and the other with profound excitement.
As his voice slowly dissipated, from the two realms, nine absolutely titanic ships emerged from the spatial void. They were awe-inspiring and impressive, far beyond mortal comprehension, each outfitted with a dozen planetary cannons capable of turning a planet into literal dust. These cannons littered the sides, poking out like barrels of a rifle.
As they arrived, they eclipsed all, creating a looming shadow like metallic gods. They were all emerald in color and easily exceeded the size of normal planets. Beneath their hulls were waves! These waves were silver and nearly transparent. The ships were cruising on spatial laws!
”Ready!” Ezekiel repeated, his eyes cold and his voice oozing with pure, unadulterated killing intent. It was as if he was asking not the ships but his enemies if they were ready to die. However, his gaze never left Dracula's figure in the distance.
The worldships planetary cannons started to thrum a deep and unfathomable sound. This sound became increasingly deeper and the cannons released fluctuations of destructive power. This destructive power caused ripples to radiate outwards that caused the hearts of all watchers to grow cold. No longer willing to stay, the fighters of Ezekiel's force hastily retreated.
The same was done by the Crimson Devil Realm's forces!
There was only a brief hesitation in their hearts, but when the first person took their leave in retreat, the others quickly followed like perfectly set dominoes. A tidal wave of cultivators made their way into their realm, hoping to reach their force's formation in time.
”Aim!” Ezekiel fiercely shouted, his dao aura erupting as he stood upright with a sharp gaze and imperious posture. A domineering light flashed as he fiercely flourished his sword. The worldships cannon's moved, as if linked to Ezekiel's consciousness and thoughts. All nine dozen cannons honed onto one area!
The tower that stood taller than all others in the realm! Standing atop this tower was a figure with blood-colored eyes.
Dracula!
The deep sound reached its zenith as it started to drown out all others. In the entire tri-realm area only the sound of energy gathering within the cannons could be heard.
”How did they obtain so many War Worldships?” Ariel's expression turned ashen as death, her eyes suffused with fear at Ezekiel's sheer ability to accrue treasures and allies that even their realm would find it difficult to overcome.
A single War Worldship with one cannon was astonishing for even a ninth-tier heavenly force to possess, but nine ships with a dozen cannons on each?! This felt surreal to her.
Just this power alone would triumph over all within the realm except her father. This originally was a war, but no longer. It felt more like an army of fully-armed knights facing an army of malnourished peasants.
”Ezekiel...the boy of fortune…” Dracula sighed. It was filled with the vicissitudes of years and regrets that he felt. ”All retreat.” Dracula gave the order, but in truth, it was a redundant measure. The vast majority of cultivators had already made their retreat, fanning away from the cannons line of sight and flying towards their respective forces' headquarters or the edge of the realm in fear.
Witnessing this, Ezekiel's forces unified in a grand roar! This roar rivaled the totality of the sound emitted by the cannons. The only two sounds that could be heard were a roar and a thrum!
”FIRE!!!” Ezekiel heroically thrusted his sword forward, his fist clenched and his eyes gleaming with murderous light.
Suuuu...
BOOM!!!
Nine dozen cannons shot forth pure destructive energy capable of leveling entire planets. This energy was compressed into balls the size of a small mountain and propelled at speeds faster than light!
The old man with steel-colored hair and illusory plantlife growing beneath his feet with each step appeared. His emerald-like eyes contained deep excitement as he chuckled, a tinge of madness within. He tapped out with his palm. To all capable of watching his movements, it was as if he had tapped out once, but in reality, he had tapped out millions of times within the span it took for the balls of destructive energy to travel half the distance between itself and its target - Dracula!