Chapter 760
The Arrogant Traitor
In March of the year 7356 of the Extraordinary Calendar, under the guidance of the God of War, the allied gods mobilized their divine power to plan the defense of the forward outposts and establish stable logistical routes.
[They even attempted to guide the chaotic laws to some degree of order, to adapt to the needs of a long-term garrison. In the God of War's deductions, the Star Abyss was vast and boundless, and the main force of the Red Heart Society was huddled deep within it; their attention and control must have reached their limits.]
The coalition's actions this time are like a giant whale slowly swaying its tail fin, merely testing the waters.
They merely entered the periphery, without directly attacking the core areas of interest, let alone proactively provoking any conflict.
Even if the Red Heart Society is powerful, would they really launch a full-scale attack at any cost when the allied forces have not yet established a firm foothold and have only stepped into the periphery?
That's definitely not the behavior of a rational decision-maker!
After all, within the framework of the military genius's understanding, any rational power, faced with this gradual, clearly probing encroachment, should first react with diplomatic protests, or displays of deterrence or localized skirmishes.
[In any case, it won't be an immediate game-changer.]
He judged the situation using his own rigorous logic, honed from countless conventional wars, and felt that this strategy was mature and well-considered for national affairs, with both advancement and retreat justified.
However, the Red Heart Society's reaction was destined to utterly disappoint this renowned military genius.
In a previous timeline, the God of War joined the Red Heart Society as a True God of Rules and remained there for a long period of time.
During that period, although He did not leave behind any earth-shattering achievements, He took the initiative to establish a series of courses on the art of war within the organization in order to demonstrate His own value, and personally wrote 120 volumes of military treatises and strategies.
From "Thirteen Chapters on Deception" to "On Battlefield Strategy," the content covers every dimension from mortal battles to duels between true gods.
It was these classic texts, along with the military genius's unvarnished commentary on famous battles throughout history and his almost instinctive preference for and disdain for various tactics, that allowed the Red Heart Society to quietly complete its holographic interpretation of Him.
[The military genius's thought process, decision-making habits, and even his habitual reactions under pressure were all analyzed and woven into a precise predictive network.]
A more crucial step was that the Red Heart Society, based on its own deductions about the river of fate, constructed several virtual scenarios of future wars, invited the God of War to play the role of the hypothetical enemy, and granted Him partial access to the simulation models with the highest level of authority.
The military genius initially dismissed it as a routine academic exchange, unaware that every move he made, every ingenious strategy, and every impromptu change he made was being analyzed and dissected layer by layer until it became completely transparent, all under the opponent's watchful eye.
Therefore, when the God of War truly stood in the position of commander-in-chief of the three great world alliances, He was almost transparent on the Red Heart Society's war sand table.
Every feint by the Allied forces, every decoy deployment, and even every false surge of divine power used to deceive the enemy, was already within the Red Heart Society's predicted trajectory from the moment it was conceived until it was released.
Therefore, the Red Heart Society chose the most direct response: an overwhelming frontal assault using pure divine military might.
That wasn't simply a confrontation; it was a declaration.
Before absolute power, all scheming is futile.
The Allied Forces' meticulously constructed God-like defensive line along the border, combining the power of the Great World's authority with ancient formations, is theoretically capable of withstanding the full-scale attack of a world group of equal size.
However, the Red Heart Society only deployed a single legion of divine power, designated Dawn. Immediately afterward, a scorching light, seemingly originating from the primordial beginnings, tore through space and time, accompanied by layers upon layers of ever-expanding ripples of rule deconstruction.
[In one minute, a mere sixty breaths, the defense line, like snow left to rot under the scorching sun, was completely wiped away, from the material to the conceptual, from reality to causality, leaving not a trace.]
The battlefield was deserted, not even a ripple of divine power remained; its pristine state was chilling.
In April of the Extraordinary Calendar 7526, the war entered a strange and unpredictable phase.
[The God of War attempted to probe the Red Heart Society's strength and weaknesses through frequent small-scale infiltrations and multi-point harassment.] [Each raiding party was led by a True God, employing top-secret star routes known even to the Allied high command, and strictly adhering to the God of War's unique spacetime ripple concealment method.]
However, no matter from which dimension they approached or in what form they disguised themselves, they always encountered the Red Heart Society's elite troops, who were already lined up and waiting, the moment they stepped into the Red Heart Society's territory.
Sometimes it's an ambush, sometimes a devastating barrage coming straight at you, and sometimes it's even a trap that seems to have been pre-written.
When the allied squad discovered this, they had just stepped into the pre-designated, sealed prison.
The military genius's strategy was undeniably brilliant, and his tactical maneuvers were swift and decisive, yet the Red Heart Society seemed to have read the script beforehand, precisely intercepting every vital point.
The series of defeats created a tense atmosphere within the Allied command.
The war god sat high on his throne, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the cold, gilded armrests. For the first time, a deep confusion surfaced in his eyes, which had pierced through countless battlefields.
[What casts a further shadow over the situation is that subtle doubts have begun to emerge from the fluctuations in the will of the three great worlds.]
That was not words, but a low hum of rules directly affecting the depths of the gods' souls, like a muffled sound coming from the earth's core before it cracks open.
This kind of start is not just unfavorable; it's like fighting a mirror image in the dark that knows every inch of your body perfectly.
After yet another humiliating defeat, a meticulously crafted world of deception was easily exposed and devoured by the Red Heart Society. The God of War finally broke his silence.
He personally went to the place where the wills of the three realms converged, his voice calm yet chilling.
[There must be a member of the Red Heart Society among the high-ranking officials of the Allied Forces, and this member must be of a very high rank, possibly more than one.]
[He unfolded a map of light and shadow formed from divine power, clearly marking the time differences and spatial coordinates of each interception.]
Our plan, from the formation of the resolution to the troop deployment, can be completed in as little as three breaths.
[The Red Heart Society's reaction was almost simultaneous with our decision.]
[And sometimes, even a step ahead.]
[This would have been impossible without internal eyes directly monitoring the command's every move and possessing the ability to transmit messages across time and space.]
Therefore, the mole must be found!
The fluctuations of the wills of the three great worlds intertwined violently, and finally, a roar like the collision of ancient glaciers echoed in the courtyard.
【allow!】
Finding the traitor has now become a higher priority than winning or losing on the battlefield.
Otherwise, every step the allied forces take will be treading on spikes laid by the enemy; even with millions of troops, they will be nothing more than slowly bleeding trapped beasts.
Internal threats can sometimes be more severe than external ones!
Most importantly, this mole is far too arrogant! (End of Chapter)