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

With tens of millions of mechanical troops, this number represents the largest military mobilization by the mechanical race in nearly ten thousand years, enough to crush most alien forces.

This was also the first time the Machine Race had bared their fangs to the outside world, displaying their true combat power.

Previously, the Mech race kept a low profile and bided their time.

On the surface, only a few of them are invincible in terms of combat strength.

"The One Who Receives the Mandate: The Eleventh Throne, Iron Abyss; The Twelfth Throne, Star."

The confirmation signal lit up on both thrones simultaneously.

Tie Yuan, the eleventh throne of the Mechanical Race, a tenth-tier god-level peak, specializing in heavy assault combat.

After advancing to the tenth-tier god level, his prosthetic body became a gigantic steel giant hundreds of feet tall, with an alloy heavy shield on his left arm that could cover half a city.

Its right arm is an annihilation cannon with a muzzle diameter large enough to fit a heavy armored vehicle.

Star, the twelfth throne of the Mechanical Race, a late-stage tenth-tier god, specializing in long-range sniping.

Her prosthetic body is relatively lightweight.

Standing only two zhang tall, it was covered in streamlined silver-blue armor and looked almost like a work of art.

Anyone who has fought her knows that beneath her beautiful exterior lies one of the top sniping systems in the entire extraterrestrial realm.

Effective range: 30 kilometers.

The accuracy is such that it can guarantee the head of any enemy within 30 kilometers.

She is the youngest throne holder of the Machine Race and an ally of Iron Abyss.

The two had already cooperated for a thousand years when they were invincible, and their tacit understanding was so great that they could coordinate their efforts on the battlefield without any verbal communication.

Two figures rose from their respective thrones.

Tie Yuan's voice was rough and powerful, carrying a sense of unrestrained boldness.

"They've finally arrived. That human brat slaughtered all my clansmen on the Great Xia homeland, not even sparing a single android."

"I've wanted to avenge this for a long time. Rest assured, Lord Tianyan, with Xingchen and me joining forces, even if Ye Feng truly possesses extraordinary abilities, we will crush him and the city into dust this time."

Xingchen didn't speak, but simply clenched her right hand gently.

"Excellent!" Heavenly Eye's voice rang out again. "I have sent a request for military assistance to the Golden Armor Clan through an encrypted channel."

"The reinforcements consist of ten god-level golden-armored giants, which will serve as the main assault force for this siege."

"In addition, send over the time-space reversal images and attack and defense simulation data sent by the Wood Elf Clan, so that they understand that this operation is not only about our interests, but also about their safety."

A low hum resounded once again in the main hall.

The thrones clearly did not expect that the Heavenly Eye would simultaneously request aid from the Golden Armor Clan.

Ten god-level golden-armored giants—this is the Golden Armor Clan's trump card in terms of combat strength.

There are fewer than fifty golden-armored warriors in total.

The Golden Armor Clan and the Mechanical Clan have always had a good relationship, but this request is still extremely outrageous.

Mobilizing the Golden Armor Clan's elite troops is not something that can be accomplished with just a battle report; it must involve a great deal of exchange of interests.

But no one said it explicitly.

The Sky Eye has its own calculations.

Those on the thrones knew perfectly well what was going on.

The threat of the rise of humanity is not just a matter for the machine race alone, but for all the alien races in the vicinity, especially the golden-armored race.

This joint military operation not only brought in a powerful fighting force, but also took the opportunity to bind the Golden Armor Clan to its own side.

If we win, we'll split the spoils.

Even if we lose, the losses won't be borne solely by the Mechanical Race.

"Iron Abyss, Starry Sky." The Heavenly Eye turned to the two of them.

"You have a personal grudge against Ye Feng. That's why I'm handing over command of the army to you this time. But remember, your departure represents not only personal grievances, but also the will of the Machine Race."

"Dragon City must be destroyed. Ye Feng must die! The human race must not produce another Ye Feng."

"One month from now! We'll raze Dragon City to the ground!"

Tie Yuan and Xing Chen simultaneously placed their right fists against their left chests, the highest level of military salute among the mechanical race.

"In the name of steel! We accept the mission!"

"Ye Feng," Tie Yuan's voice was low, "it's time to pay back the debts you owe."

While the mechanical race army was preparing for battle.

Countless miles away from the Holy City of Ten Thousand Machines, another completely different city is also actively preparing for war.

……

Demon City.

The main city of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

The entire city is constructed from pure dark magic.

There were no bricks or metals in the city, only towers and walls formed by compressed demonic energy.

Every few dozen feet above the city wall hangs a ball of eerie green demonic fire.

The royal court of the Demon Clan is located in a tall tower at the highest point of the city center.

At this moment, all the high-ranking members of the Heavenly Demon Clan were gathered in the War Hall.

This is completely different from the tedious etiquette and repeated arguments that occur when meeting with the Wood Elf Clan.

The Heavenly Demon Clan never cares about these things.

They don't care who speaks first or who expresses their opinion later, and they don't care about seniority or hierarchy.

Here, fists and shouts are always the most effective weapons.

The strong slam their fists on the table and curse, while the weak can only cower and listen.

The long table in the hall was surrounded by generals and elders of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

They have different body shapes and appearances.

The only thing they had in common was that everyone exuded a suffocating aura of pressure.

Those whose cultivation level is insufficient will not last even a second before being crushed into a bloody mist.

The head seat was occupied by an extremely robust old man.

He was none other than Mo Wuji, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

The cultivation level is at the late stage of the eleventh-order god level.

He is the second strongest expert in the Heavenly Demon Clan, second only to the clan leader who is in seclusion year-round.

His hair was completely white, and his body was extremely robust; even when seated, he was several heads taller than everyone else present.

"Those wooden demons finally did something decent! They fucking killed Mu Linglong! She's finally dead! And they wouldn't give us Ye Feng's information if she wasn't dead!"

Mo Wuji's voice was as rough as thunder, causing the hall to tremble slightly.

He reached into a flask made of a skull, poured a full glass of deep purple liquor, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp before slamming the glass down on the table.

The elders standing nearby were already used to it.

When this elder gets angry, smashing a cup is the least of his worries; when he really starts fighting, he has overturned the entire hall.

"I've had my eye on that bus for a long time! It's always so arrogant, and it even struts around the border with its three god-level puppets."

"I want to sleep with her, but she doesn't want to. It's not like I'm not willing to pay."

"Now I'm all better! I got killed by a human brat! Awesome! So satisfying! Hahahaha!"

After he finished laughing, he poured himself another glass of wine, and then his expression suddenly turned gloomy.

"But then again, this kid is no pushover. He was able to cut down Mu Linglong, so he's not someone we can just mess with."

"I have carefully studied all the combat data transmitted by the wood spirit."

"Among those present, the only ones who can reliably defeat him are probably me and that old geezer Mo Xingtian."

The Demon Xingtian he mentioned was the patriarch of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

A peak-level eleventh-tier being on par with Tian Shu of the Mechanical Race and Mu Huang Tian of the Wood Demon Race.

"So!" Mo Wuji changed the subject, raising his voice eight octaves.

"Listen up, you bunch of useless trash! I don't care if you fight amongst yourselves on your own turf, but this time you must unite against a common enemy!"

"This is a real bloody battle. If we win, all of Dragon City's resources and territory will be ours."

"We lost. The Demon Clan's native branch in Great Xia serves as a cautionary tale! Do you understand?!"