Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

The Supreme Elder continued to speak.

"The Heavenly Demon Clan harbors deep resentment towards Dragon City and has even lost two god-level powerhouses."

"The high command of the Machine Race has always regarded the Human Race as their mortal enemy."

"We can provide intelligence to them, telling them that Dragon City is mass-producing high-level puppets capable of rivaling the elite soldiers of the Machine Race."

"Make them feel threatened! Make them realize that if they don't take action soon, Dragon City will grow stronger and more powerful, and then no one will be able to stop it."

"As for us!"

The Supreme Elder turned around, his gaze falling once again on the Third Elder, Mu Yan, his tone calm.

"Thirty days from now will be the true moment for the Wood Demon Clan to make their appearance. Before that, anyone who sends troops without authorization will be considered a traitor."

"Within this month, only the Machine Race and the Demon Race are allowed to send troops to probe the true strength of Dragon City."

The hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The Supreme Elder's words ended there, and no one dared to refute them.

Even the most hot-tempered Fifth Elder just clenched his fists tightly and ultimately said nothing.

Mu Yan lowered her eyes and sat back down in her seat.

He knew that although the Supreme Elder's words were questioning him, they actually implied his position.

The calls for war have been suppressed, at least for the time being.

As for what will happen in thirty days.

That depends on whether Dragon City can withstand the armies of the Mechanical Race and the Heavenly Demon Race in a month.

On the throne, Mu Huangtian slowly closed his eyes and fell silent once more.

He never speaks lightly, but when he does, it signifies the final decision.

He did not object at this moment; his silence was tantamount to consent.

End of the meeting.

……

The Mechanical Race, the Holy City of Machines.

This steel city, entirely forged from alloy, stands on a desolate wasteland in the far west of the region.

For miles around, there was no vegetation, only countless scrap metal and discarded machine parts covering the land.

The holy city itself is like a giant pyramid suspended in mid-air.

Twelve towering metal spires surround the area.

Each spire is topped with an artificial star.

They illuminate the entire holy city as if it were daytime forever.

At that moment, the artificial stars atop the twelve spires simultaneously dimmed their light.

This is the highest-level deliberation signal from the Mech race.

The twelve thrones are all gathered together.

Such a scene has only occurred three times in the past ten thousand years.

Each time, it signifies that the Machine Race has reached a critical juncture that could change the fate of the entire race.

The throne room is located inside a god-class warship.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the pioneers of the Machine Race sailed to the outer realms in this very warship.

Twelve mechanical thrones, each several meters tall, are arranged in a circle, with a figure sitting on each throne.

Their bodies were almost entirely replaced by mechanical prosthetics.

Some thrones are composed of countless sophisticated nanobots forming a fluid form that constantly changes and surges on the seat.

Some thrones are occupied by a colossal mecha, as majestic as a mountain, which alone takes up a tenth of the entire hall's space.

Other thrones were empty, yet a holographic projection composed entirely of data was slowly rotating.

That is the ancient throne that chose to live forever in pure digital form.

The twelve thrones of the Machine Race are all beings at the peak of the tenth rank or above, wielding the highest power of the Machine Race.

Some of them have lived for tens of thousands of years and have long since abandoned their physical bodies.

They uploaded their thoughts and will to the AI ​​to continue living.

In the Mech race, this is called Mech Ascension.

There was no small talk or preamble between the twelve thrones.

Let's get straight to the point.

The first to speak was the Sixth Throne, Rift.

His form was a humanoid mecha made entirely of silver-white material, about three zhang tall, and covered with incredibly hard energy blades.

His voice was entirely composed of synthesized sounds, devoid of any emotional coloring.

"Information about the Wood Elf clan has been delivered through the highest-level encrypted channel. Classified as Top Secret. A summary is as follows."

"City Lord Ye Feng of Dragon City has broken through to the tenth-tier God level, and his combat strength is estimated to be above the mid-eleventh-tier level."

His synthesized voice paused, then uttered a statistic that forced all the thrones present to reassess the situation.

"To add some clarification! This person killed Mu Linglong, the third elder of the Wood Demon Clan, before breaking through to the next level."

"When he killed the Third Elder, he unleashed an attack comparable to a trillion units of blood energy."

A faint buzzing sound rang out in the main hall.

An attack comparable to a trillion units of health?

Or was it before he became a god?

This means that the opponent's base stats far exceed those of an ordinary tenth-tier god.

Once this person is allowed to grow up.

Whether it's breaking through to the eleventh level or comprehending divine power to become a true god.

Its actual strength is probably close to that of the mid-stage of the twelfth rank or above.

Such combat power would be a catastrophic disaster for any race.

"When did the human race produce such monsters?" The voice of the Fourth Throne Molten Core was deep and heavy.

His true form is a giant mecha encased in flowing, molten metal.

While speaking, the energy core in his chest cavity emitted a loud rumbling sound.

"Didn't our intelligence network among the humans always say that the humans didn't even have a god-like being? How come overnight a killing god capable of single-handedly killing Mu Linglong has suddenly appeared?"

"The intelligence station lost contact two days ago. It is presumed that it was destroyed along with Great Xia City," said Shadowblade of the Seventh Throne calmly.

Her form was a nearly transparent mass of fluid metal.

"I have personally verified the time-travel video recordings provided by the Wood Elf clan; they are authentic."

"That human named Ye Feng did indeed kill Mu Linglong instantly with a single sword strike that dealt 90 billion damage."

"I mobilized the entire clan's computing power resources to conduct a single-unit combat capability simulation, and the results show..."

"Among the current twelve thrones, only the top three thrones can reliably defeat Ye Feng, who has broken through to the god level, in a one-on-one duel."

These words hit the hall like a cooling bomb.

Even the mechanical race, known for its logic and efficiency, has to face an objective and cold fact.

The human race, which they once regarded as ants, has grown into a force that even steel fears, right under their noses.

"Prepare for war! Destroy Dragon City!" The First Throne, Heavenly Eye, finally spoke.

He is the oldest and most powerful being among the twelve thrones.

He is also the true supreme decision-maker of the entire mechanical race.

His form completely exceeded ordinary people's imagination of machines.

He was a pure energy entity suspended above the throne, composed of countless rays of light.

Data is flowing at high speed on each ray of light.

He has elevated himself from a material state to an energy state, infinitely approaching the threshold of divinity.

Peak of the eleventh tier!

One who was as famous as Mu Huangtian.

They are truly top-tier beings from outside the realm.

The sound of the Heavenly Eye was not loud, but it resonated throughout the entire hall like the tolling of a bell.

Every word of it carries an irresistible majesty.

"Deploy twenty god-level combat units, one hundred invincible-level puppets, one thousand five hundred martial god-level puppets, and a regular puppet army of ten million."

He recited every number precisely to the last digit without any hesitation.

Clearly, this plan had already been simulated hundreds of times using computing power since he was born.