Chapter 1223
The exhilarating moo of the Heavenly Bull!
Chapter 1223 The exhilarating moo of the Heavenly Bull!
The rhythm of the Inskart dual-dimensional battlefield was disrupted almost simultaneously.
It wasn't just the old monster whose shell had been pierced by the bull that was howling in agony, nor was it just the two crown-level Great Old One offspring on the outer edge of the dual planes that subconsciously withdrew their attacks.
The Inskat dual-dimensional defense line, which had been holding firm with its formation and relying on the giant celestial fortress and the heavy firepower of the fleet, also experienced a very brief pause at this moment.
Because that scene was just too abrupt.
No one expected that a golden door would suddenly open on the edge of the battlefield.
No one expected that a giant sacred bull, wrapped in lightning and bearing the power of miracles, would rush out from behind the door and kick over the hidden sixth bull with a single hoof.
On the command platform of the dual-dimensional core war zone, the eleventh perfect embryo—Ron—slightly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the Heavenly Bull that appeared at the edge of the battlefield, penetrating the main observation array and layers of defensive light screens.
A rare look of astonishment and bewilderment appeared on his usually stern face.
Ron never expected that during the expulsion war he had been planning for many years, he would encounter the Sixth Brother, and besides the Sixth Brother, there was also a third type of being whose friend or foe was unknown.
In Ron's tactical assessment, although the two Crown-class Great Old One offspring on the front lines were troublesome, they were still within a controllable range. As long as the celestial fortresses did not fall and the outer small-scale plane defense chain did not collapse, the fleet could continue to push the battle line outward step by step.
Even if they can't be killed in a short time, they can at least be driven out of the civilization borders of the Inscar dual-dimensional world. If this sixth brother succeeds in his sneak attack, this war of expulsion, which has staked the hopes of the entire Inscar world, will be completely ruined.
Ron stood in front of the command platform, his gaze passing through the observation screen, staring intently at the Bull of the Sky, which was wreathed in lightning, in the distance, his mind racing.
"That thing isn't an enemy..."
At least, not yet.
If it were an enemy, it wouldn't have kicked the sixth brother who was about to steal the back of the two-dimensional plane; in other words, this high-level variable that suddenly barged in, although it completely disrupted the rhythm of the battlefield, was at least helping them for the time being.
After making that judgment, Ron felt another inexplicable feeling, as if behind that golden door stood someone with whom he had a very deep connection.
Ron didn't actually like this feeling of being out of control. This was related to his experience. He grew up in the first world of the Inscar dual-dimensional world. Compared to the richness of the second world, the first world was extremely harsh.
Half of the First World is an ice field where the sun never shines, and the other half is a desolate frozen wasteland torn apart by the setting sun and the cold wind.
The sky there is always gray, and a storm can freeze and crack exposed people, animals, ironware, and wooden fences in just a few breaths.
First-world civilizations were hardly civilizations; they were merely survival systems barely maintained by beehive cities, fortified villages, and clan fortifications buried in ice and underground rock.
Ron grew up there; he was carried back to the clan fortress from a frozen crevasse at the edge of the ice field by an elderly patriarch from the First World.
The old man was not strong and was very old, but he managed to bring Old Eleven, who was almost blue from the cold in the snow, back to the underground city by relying on his experience, wisdom and almost stubborn sense of responsibility accumulated over half a lifetime.
Ron always remembered the old man's old, frayed robe, which was what the old man often draped over his shoulders. It was so old it was almost white, and the edges were badly worn, but whenever the storm of the night swept into the underground passage, the robe covering him always made him feel like he was still being protected.
Later, the old man taught him many things.
Responsibility, order, protection...
The old man had said to Ron countless times:
"People live behind the wall not just so they can live, but also so that more people inside the wall can continue to live; Ron, you are very powerful, so you need to understand that with great power comes great responsibility."
These things have shaped the current Old Eleventh.
Later, the old man died, and Ron chose to put into practice the lesson the old man had taught him—with great power comes great responsibility.
He quickly unified the First World on his own, and later, with his amazing engineering talent, he built underground fortresses, rail defenses, and surface outposts.
At the same time, they repaired the already broken astral fleet of the First World and, using the remaining astral fleet technology from the myriad worlds of the First World, completed the first astral voyage.
Through archaeology, he learned that the First World was originally an important astral fortress in the myriad realms, but later fell into the Aetheric Abyss for unknown reasons.
During his subsequent astral journey, he discovered a colossal celestial fortress in an orbital ruin—the Mountain Fortress.
The importance of this thing is self-evident, so Ron made a decisive decision to dig it up again, repair it, restart it, and reinforce it little by little until it reached the present point, thus bringing this huge celestial fortress back to life.
He also relied on the Mountain Fortress to quickly unify the Inskart dual-dimensional battlefield, merging the First World and the Second World into a single civilization.
Moreover, Ron built upon this foundation to establish a powerful Inscar Astral Fleet, conquering dozens of smaller planes in the surrounding area and establishing the Inscar Fortress Civilization, which spanned multiple dimensional regions.
And in this process, he naturally discovered the existence of the womb offspring of the Great Old Ones and had several conflicts with them.
These two terrifying monsters have been trying to devour the Inscart Fortress civilization, and Ron has always hoped to drive them away. Only in this way can the Inscart Fortress civilization break through this dark ethereal domain and truly come into contact with what is described in history books—the present world.
Ron spent decades preparing for this goal, aiming to completely expel the two womb-born offspring.
When everything was ready and the time was right, Ron decisively launched the war of expulsion, personally boarding the Inskart Star Fleet to command the war.
In the early stages of the war, everything went as he expected. Relying on the Mountain Fortress and the Astral Fleet, they were suppressing the two primordial offspring. If nothing unexpected happened, they would completely expel these two civilizational crises that had been threatening the Inskart Fortress plane within a week.
Unexpectedly, there was a third offspring born from a mother in this battle, and it was a lewd sixth child.
If it weren't for the sudden kick from the beetle that knocked Lao Liu over, he really couldn't imagine what the Inskart dual-dimensional world would have been like after his base was raided...
Thinking of this, Ron finally regained his balance, and his eyes returned to their almost cold and steady state.
He did not order any reckless movement of the fleet, nor did he rashly change the frontal formation. He simply raised his hand and restrained the several adjutants beside him who were preparing to readjust the gun barrels and the rhythm of the defensive line.
"Maintain the array, don't panic."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was as steady as a steel stake driven into a wall.
"The hidden dangers on the flanks and rear have already been exposed. The Void Shield Chains will continue to be rotated as usual, and the Celestial Fortress will continue to hold the central axis. We must not let those two monsters on the front see any gaps in our formation."
The adjutants were taken aback at first, then immediately bowed their heads and accepted the order.
Ron's gaze returned to the golden door, to the [Bull of Heaven] still roaring and treading on thunder in the void, and to the being behind it that had not yet truly emerged.
the other side.
Xia Xiu stood in front of the bridge, his gaze piercing through the physical barrier to look at the last offspring of the fallen world. In this sudden change, he showed almost no panic, immediately stabilizing the fleet and holding down the line.
He was very satisfied with the Eleventh Prince's performance. His on-the-spot judgment and ability to control the situation alone proved his remarkable military command skills. Thinking of this, the old father's lips curled up slightly, and his mood improved considerably.
He is eager to meet with Lao Shiyi as soon as possible.
Once this last child is retrieved, the mission to rescue people from the fallen world will be completely over.
And he was finally able to pull his energy away from the whole world of searching for the Calabash Brothers and officially turn to the courtyard, heaven and all the other fancy tasks that were already lined up for him to handle.
"Let's end this farce as soon as possible."
He said it in a low voice.
The next moment, Xia Xiu raised the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand, and the great spirituality flowed along the staff and into the celestial bull that was still roaring and treading on thunder in the void in front of him. What went even further than the spirituality was the [World Bubble] that he had just unfolded.
【World Bubble: Master Creator】
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire bridge dimmed for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, an immense force pressed down directly onto the [Bull of Heaven] from the higher structure.
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In the midst of the battlefield, the [Bull of Heaven], who had just brutally defeated the sixth monster with a single hoof and was still swirling lightning and clouds in the void, suddenly shuddered.
It sensed—an inexhaustible power!
An entire world bubble, a high-level creation authority truly belonging to the Miracle Creator, was poured down at this moment according to the master's will, as if someone had stuffed an entire mythological template under construction into its body.
After so long, Lao Niu and Xia Xiu have finally reached the stage where they can fight a war of attrition.
Previously, Xia Xiu could only summon the first to fourth Tianniu units with limited resources, but now he not only appears in its complete form, but also has an endless supply of energy.
Thus, the light patterns on the already enormous [Heavenly Bull], which resembled a calamity-inducing sacred beast, lit up again, the thunderstorm between its horns thickened several times over, and the cloud sea and sky-like wing membrane behind it fully unfolded.
It raised its head high, and a clear excitement shone through its eyes.
"Moo—!!!!"
It will trample everything, pry everything apart!
The entire void trembled, and with a long roar, the celestial beetle's four hooves began to trample the void.
At this moment, its four legs looked more like four crowbars driven into the void.
When the four hooves land, a huge ring of golden scepter patterns explodes beneath them, as if four levers have been forcibly inserted into the void itself, and then the celestial bull exerts its force in the most brute way.
Behold my single hoofbeat, shaking heaven and earth!
With the first hoof landing, the sixth monster, whose shell had just been dented from the kick, suddenly shuddered, its entire back plane jolting violently. Its attempt to shrink back and escape was abruptly halted.
Then, with two hooves, it imprisoned heaven and earth with a moo!
With the second hoof landing, a crowned monster that was fiercely battling the Inskat fleet on the main battlefield suddenly tilted its massive fleshy body, as if hooked from the side by something, forcibly pulling it off course from its original charge trajectory that was pressing down on the front of the fleet.
Three hooves, prying open the void with a moo!
The contaminated area surrounding the other crowned monster was pulled along like a fishing net being pulled in, dragging it and the void beneath its feet outwards.
Four hooves, tremble and shake the evil spirits!
boom!!!
At this moment, the gravity, tides, dimensional traction, and void flow of the entire war zone were all thrown into chaos.
The authority of the Bull of Heaven is not simply force, but the authority to move everything. It can move physical objects, as well as gravity, structure, position, conceptual balance, and relative relationships on the battlefield.
Thus, the sixth monster, along with the empty shell plane it carried and its two crowned offspring who were fiercely fighting the Ron fleet, all uncontrollably slid in the same direction.
In the Inscar fleet across the dual dimensions, entire crew of observers, gunners, and adjutants were dumbfounded.
Because they watched as the three crown-level ancient descendants, who were originally in different positions and each more troublesome than the last, were forcibly pulled together and stuck to each other as the celestial beetle kept pawing at the void.
Moreover, these stickers are not something they can easily break free of by struggling.
Crown-level contamination fields, dimensional shells, deep-sea pus membranes, spatial folds, and all sorts of chaotic high-level defenses are utterly powerless against this all-powerful force.
Therefore, the Inscar fleet that participated in the battle witnessed a bizarre scene that was unprecedented and unlikely to be repeated—three terrifying monsters were sticking together in a disgusting manner.
The sixth monster carried the plane shell on its back, while the other two crowned monsters were still struggling instinctively, twisting and contorting each other. From a distance, they looked like three huge lumps of rotten flesh forcibly pressed together, pushing against each other, disgusting enough to enrage both heaven and man.
And the [Bull of Heaven] has finally been completed.
It stood in the void, its four hooves constantly pawing the ground.
With each shovel strike, a huge spatial crack would burst open beneath the hoof, like a raging bull preparing to charge into battle, pawing at the ground before the fight, gradually gathering all its strength to its maximum.
Dig a little, and the Thunder will thicken by one point.
Dig again, and the golden glow between the two horns surged even more.
Digging again, the entire void began to compress in front of it, like a charging track that it had forcibly carved out.
Its breathing became heavier and heavier, and what spewed from its nostrils was no longer just simple white mist, but patches of bright clouds carrying thunder and fire.
Then, it suddenly looked up.
"Moo—!!!!"
The next second, the charge began.
Five hooves, piercing the heavens with a moo!
The longhorn beetle, its blood boiling, launched its charge! Moo!
A massive natural disaster, bearing the blessing of the world bubble, wrapped in thunderstorms, seas of clouds, the heavy pressure of a nation, and the power to move everything, crashed head-on into the three womb offspring that had been pulled and huddled together along the void runway it had just dug out.
The moment the Heavenly Bull charged out, the entire void path ahead was compressed until it turned white, and the space along the way cracked like layers of thin ice, while behind it trailed a bolt of lightning and golden light that covered hundreds of miles.
At the end of the charge, its authority was finally ignited completely.
[Kingdom Territory - Ishtar's Wrath!!!]