You two raised no suspicions and soon arrived at the "Demonic Passage Zone," the World Passage maintenance area.
It seemed the Dragon-Man tribe really liked using the word "Demon" to name many of their things.
Foreign culture—no understanding, no respect.
You saw many spatial vortices here.
Each vortex had a stele in front of it, the realm names written on them in the Dragon-Man language.
Wing Realm, Sea Fork Realm, Three-Eye Realm, Madman Realm, Bull-Head Realm...
There were eleven world passages here.
From time to time people passed through.
So these passages were usable, functioning for inter-world travel.
"Eleven world passages means the Dragon-Man Realm has only conquered eleven worlds so far?"
"Far from it. Maintaining world passages consumes tremendous resources. Only worlds with ongoing strategic value and mutual need will have their passages kept."
"There’s no passage to the human world here. Ask around, see if we can open one to the human world."
You two pretended to casually chat. Ka Two, very streetwise, offered the guards who watched the world passages two sticks of Dragon-Man incense.
Like cigarettes in the human world.
From the guards you learned:
On the Three-Headed Realm side there was a complete set of Qiankun Space Cannon, and it had stored the location data for the human world, plus plenty of magic crystal stone, so it could open a directional breach.
But because the human side lacked the "Demonic Void Formation" to sustain the breach, even if it could be opened from this side it would only be instantaneous—hardly a true passage.
You asked further how many people could slip through if you seized that instant.
You learned that if someone was at Spirit Condensation realm, only one person could get through.
That put your mind at ease.
As long as Wu Yue and the others were placed into the Cauldron Realm, it would be effectively just you alone.
This plan was worth trying.
Unfortunately, fate did not bend to your will.
Even though you had a meticulously detailed plan and you, Ka One, and Ka Two would coordinate inside and out,
Plan 1—quietly seizing the Qiankun Space Cannon—was quickly declared a failure.
You kidnapped several technical personnel and forced them to operate the Qiankun Space Cannon for you.
These Dragon-Men here were not as stubborn as Hu Chacha and his kind; many were cowards clinging to life. Under your iron fist, they did as told.
But operating a cannon capable of breaching the world barrier was simply too complicated and noisy; deceiving the Dragon-Man soldiers present was almost impossible.
When enemy troops were alerted, you had to rapidly switch to Plan 2: fight head-on.
Wu Yue and the others went to hold back the enemy, and the area around the Qiankun Space Cannon turned into a battlefield.
Your Leader Aura had Long Yang, Wu Yue, and the others exclaiming they had never experienced fighting like this before.
They didn’t know why; they thought maybe prolonged exposure to a Great Dao Immortal Artifact had evolved their physiques.
The candidates for Saint and Saintess unleashed their full might.
They displayed their style, their skill, their stature as pillars of the human world, showcasing the extraordinary resilience and fighting spirit expected of contemporary prodigies.
Sadly, although they gained a temporary advantage, when four Dragon King–level generals from the Slave Management Army joined the fray, the pressure surged instantly.
Still, Wu Yue and the others lived up to their sacred physiques, their dominant bodies, and the precious martial resources they possessed.
A dozen or so people facing four Dragon Kings and thousands of Dragon-Man soldiers of mixed ranks did not immediately collapse; they managed to hold.
"Brother Chen! Can we fire the cannon now?!"
Wu Yue and the others turned, but could not see your figure.
Where had you gone?
They had no time to wonder. The four Dragon Kings unleashed devastating attacks, sending them sprawling; some were already gravely wounded and near death.
"Boom!"
In that critical moment, a massive foot descended from the heavens, stomping one of the Dragon Kings straight into the ground!
Amid the chaos, you, stacked full with Heartsteel, had returned!
At twenty meters tall you bent down and said to Wu Yue and the others.
"You go supervise those Dragon-Men firing the cannon! Leave this to me!!"
You gripped the Nine Provinces Cauldron in your hands and swung it like a slab.
The Nine Provinces Cauldron could change size; at maximum it could reach one hundred meters tall.
Right now its volume matched your height perfectly.
The Most Severe Father to Non-Humans exerted its power fiercely.
No matter what methods the Dragon-Men used to attack you, everything was weakened a hundredfold, like scratching an itch through clothing—completely ineffective.
"Rumble!!"
Dragon-Man soldiers, almost each equipped with various models of Magic Bullet Cannon, unleashed a kaleidoscope of shells like a torrential, blizzard-like barrage.
You didn’t dodge at all; you took it with your flesh.
The aliens' attacks were originally easy for you to withstand; now with the Demon Tribe talent your bodily strength had doubled, so taking the hits was even easier.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"
You bore through the hail of gunfire, wielding the indestructible Nine Provinces Cauldron, smashing and smashing; swathes of Dragon-Man grunts were pulverized into bloody mist.
The Dragon Kings dared not receive your full force and could only keep avoiding you.
The ground was blasted into pit after pit, fissures spreading in waves across the entire Reserved Zone!
Earthquakes roared, the mountains shook, sea-like howls rose.
The Three-Headed race slaves looked up at your towering figure. Watching you slaughter the Dragon-Man army, they seemed to see a savior.
"Is he here to save us...?"
"Why does he have only one head?"
"I know! He’s a god! The gods in the temple all have single heads!"
In the mêlée a black steed charged out.
All the Dragon-Men present shivered in perfect unison.
They didn’t understand why—they felt it down to their souls.
"Black Wind! Devour them!!"
The Nine Provinces Cauldron crushed Dragon-Men, spitting out dragon pearls.
Black Wind trampled the battlefield, biting and showing its fangs.
The Ten Thousand Souls Golden Banner swept across the field, absorbing into itself bodies smashed to pieces; any Dragon-Man now only able to exist in Soul-State was devoured.
You ate the army whole, one after another, and the stationed Slave Management Army utterly lost its will to fight.
Amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, you held the Nine Provinces Cauldron in your left hand and the Ten Thousand Souls Golden Banner in your right, with Black Wind standing at your feet.
Different observers had different impressions of that scene.
Wu Yue, Wang Mingbai, Long Yang, and the others looked at you with envy, wishing they were the ones showing off at that moment.
The Three-Headed race looked at you with devout faith; they regarded you as a god descended to save them.
The Dragon-Men looked at you with terror; they saw you as a death god from hell—cursed for eight generations to meet someone like you.
"Their target is the Qiankun Space Cannon! We can’t let them succeed! Destroy the space cannon!"

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