Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

Without the border fortress as a transit point, it means that everyone in the desolate city cannot even board the magic train to escape this region that is about to be ravaged by war.

Everyone in the desolate city is now in the midst of a war.

As the hope of everyone present, Atreus could not possibly show the slightest cowardice or weakness.

He slowly walked down the small hill piled with dragon corpses. Everyone looked at him with reverence and fear, but Yasuo remained calm and went straight to meet him, who was covered in blood.

"I knew you were strong, but I never imagined you would be this strong!"

As he spoke, Yasuo's face showed a look of amazement.

If it's just about killing He Yi and that demigod black dragon, Yasuo is confident that he and Malphite can do it together.

However, the ability to ensure the safety of those around him under such circumstances, and even to wipe out the entire 500-strong knight order, is a feat that Yasuo can only dream of.

Atreus looked at Yasuo in front of him, slammed his right hand heavily on his chest, and bowed to Yasuo.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Yasuo!"

Yasuo accepted Atreus's thanks without any hesitation.

He contributed a great deal to this battle, and it would be too pretentious to refuse even a small token of gratitude.

Furthermore, Yasuo wasn't planning to immediately ask for advice on how to become stronger.

Asking for this right after helping someone seems like taking advantage of their kindness.

Yasuo didn't speak, but Atreus looked at Yasuo with a serious expression.

"Although it is offensive, I would still like to ask Lord Yasuo to leave this place as soon as possible!"

"Why?" Yasuo asked, puzzled.

Atreus looked up at the sky, where a giant eye seemed to be casting its gaze upon the desolate city.

An atmosphere of terror and solemnity descended from the sky.

"The war... has begun!"

Chapter 141 The Fallen Strike!

As the invisible gaze from the sky converged, dark clouds seemed to rapidly gather from afar, suddenly obscuring the sun's rays and casting a shadow over the entire earth.

Upon closer inspection, the dark, heavy clouds revealed a group of enormous griffins, each ridden by a fully armed elite warrior from another race.

These are none other than the Griffin Riders unique to the Isolated Island Dimension, one of the five major coalition forces.

Each griffon rider is a powerful superhuman capable of fighting against beings from three realms, and the vast number of griffon riders number in the tens of thousands.

Within the Flying Dragon Knights, He Yi's Flying Dragon Knights commanded only a mere four hundred or so third-realm transcendents, yet they were able to dominate this region.

In the actual interdimensional battlefield, the five allied forces could send out tens of thousands of griffin knights of the third rank with just one vanguard unit. This is the huge gap between the minor noble forces and the real interdimensional war.

As the griffin knight legion appeared, a violent tremor resounded across the earth, and nearly a hundred ancient elephants, covered in scales and resembling savage beasts, walked across the land.

The giant, scaled elephant, with a body tens of meters tall, carried massive siege weapons, and its surging magical energy seemed capable of easily tearing apart the extraordinary array protecting the city.

Behind the scaly giant elephant, elite ogres, clad in sharp armor, marched forward in orderly steps.

The vast plains were filled with elite ogre warriors, numbering in the millions.

To outsiders, in the face of brutal interdimensional warfare, it would be meaningless for the number of low-level warriors to rise to a million.

A demigod-level expert could unleash a natural disaster that would destroy an army of 100,000.

But in fact, the importance of a large number of low-level warriors is even greater than that of demigods for a large plane.

Because low-ranking warriors are crucial for guiding the divine descent, they are found in every corner of the vast plains battlefield, ranging from ogre high priests who have ignited the divine fire and are only one step away from becoming true gods, to sorcery apprentices who have just entered the transcendent realm.

Their existence can connect the entire battlefield, guiding the true god's incarnation to descend upon the battlefield with the number of millions of warriors, and blessing the earthly divine kingdom for the true god's incarnation.

When a true god who possesses an earthly divine kingdom descends, it is almost equivalent to the true god manifesting in the world.

And this is the core of the interdimensional battlefield.

Gazing at the vast battlefield on the plains, Yasuo couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Although he did not immediately discover any powerful figures from the Five Dimensions Alliance, the sheer size of the army was enough to instill fear in Yasuo.

Even a demigod trapped in it would have absolutely no chance of survival.

"This is the army led by the ogre tribe from the Jiyue Plane, one of the five allied forces."

Atreus's calm voice rang out.

Looking at the terrifying army before him, he felt as if he had returned to the battlefield that once belonged to him, and the fighting spirit in his heart was boiling.

But as the successor of the Protoss of War, Atreus knew that war was not the same as fighting, and that it required even more calm and rational thinking.

Recalling the information about the five-dimensional alliance in the report, Atreus said in a deep voice:

"The five planes mobilized almost all their forces on this battlefield. The Jiyue plane established three armies led by the ogre tribe, each led by the ogre king, the high priest, and the elder respectively."

The armies of the Ogre King and the High Elder have already been integrated into the main forces of the five planes. The additional army that has separated here is only the one led by the Ogre High Priest.

"Compared to the ogre lord's own power, the ogre high priest is more adept at defeating enemies through sacrifice. The more lives sacrificed, the more pleased their true god will be, thus bestowing divine blessings..."

Just as Atreus was calmly analyzing the enemy before him using the information he had previously gathered, Yasuo uttered a shocked question.

"This isn't the main force of the five major planes?"

Atreus glanced at Yasuo indifferently and said in a flat voice:

"How could the five-dimensional allied forces capable of invading the Star World only consist of such a few people?"

Strictly speaking, this is only one-fifth of the force mobilized by the ogre tribe in the Jiyue Plane.

However, due to the presence of the high priest, they were able to summon the avatar of the true god more easily, and their overall strength was not inferior to the other two armies.

Even from Atreus's calm words, Yasuo was already able to conjure up a terrifying dimensional war in his mind.

At the same time, the image of Mr. He, who possessed mechanical life force, couldn't help but subconsciously surface in his mind.

Perhaps what Mr. He was pursuing was not biological and mechanical power, but rather, due to the severe damage he suffered in this terrifying dimensional battlefield, he was forced to take that path.

Activating the core cannon by sacrificing lives is indeed suitable for this battlefield where lives are fought to the death.

While Yasuo was pondering, Atreus had already picked up the spear and found a loaf of bread in the warehouse that could be used as a shield.

In fact, for someone who possesses Protoss powers, the bread he makes himself is more suitable for imbuing his Protoss power than the weapons he has never touched.

After picking up his weapon again, Atreus looked toward the center of the battlefield.

"Are you ready to fight?" Yasuo asked uncertainly after seeing Atreus's movements.

"With your strength, there is absolutely no way you could fight against such a massive army!"

“I know,” Atreus said calmly.

Yasuo's eyes showed respect, but he still advised, "I remember you've only been in this world for a few years. Do you think it's worth risking your life to protect a group of people you've only known for a few years?"

Atreus paused slightly.

He wanted to look back at those faces filled with both hope and fear, but in the end he did not turn around.

Standing still, Atreus gently stroked the strange "spear" and "shield" in his right hand, his voice filled with reminiscence.

"There was a time when I was too weak to protect my people."

"And now, I will fight for them as Atreus!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the solitary figure slowly walked towards the not-so-tall city wall of the desolate city.

The advancing ogre army did not stop for a moment because of the roadblocks in front of them. Only one griffin rider descended from the sky and shouted at Atreus.

"Step back! Or die!"

Atreus didn't speak, but his right hand, holding the spear, suddenly hurled it, the powerful force easily tearing the griffin rider apart.

In the large tents behind the army, pairs of eyes were fixed on the figure standing on the city wall.

The next moment, a voice filled with fighting spirit resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"The Fallen Strike!"

Chapter 142 No Yasuo can resist the minion wave!

Before everyone's eyes, the figure standing atop the city wall suddenly rose into the air, like a shooting star disappearing into the sky.

Atreus, high in the sky, felt as if his entire body was on fire, the sun's rays reflecting his fiery fighting spirit.

As Atreus ascended, his speed gradually slowed. As he soared into the sky, he seemed to sense the reflection of the War Constellation from the starry sky, and a radiance quietly flowed across his body.

Then, the ascent stopped, and Atreus's body began to slowly fall.

On the earth, the entire ogre alliance seemed to feel a powerful pressure coming, and the will to fight burned as fiercely as the sun, turning Atreus into a huge fireball.

From the ground, it looked as if the sun had fallen!

"defense!"

At a command, dozens of powerful figures from the five planes rose into the air behind the giant scaled elephant, mobilizing extraordinary power far exceeding the ordinary within the military formation.

A fiery meteor hurtled toward Atreus, seemingly trying to derail him from his intended trajectory.

A massive ice coffin suddenly rose from the earth, followed by a violent blizzard, and spatial barriers appeared before Atreus.

But the falling sun never stopped, and no matter what methods you used, you could only break it with force. Under that broken extraordinary method, powerful alien races, including saints and even demigods, were crushed.

Finally, the devastating blow slammed heavily onto the earth.

The earth collapsed, and a terrifying shockwave mixed with flames spread in all directions, scattering half of the army formation to pieces.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered across the collapsed land. The blood that had just flowed out evaporated instantly, and dark red mist drifted across the land. The strong smell of blood made even the notoriously ferocious cannibals feel like vomiting.

Even so, the ogre army's overall formation remained intact, with shield-bearers surrounding the deep crater in the collapsed earth, and ogre priests in the distance beginning to chant bloodlust and madness spells.

Above the sky, knights behind griffins raised their magical weapons and aimed them at the figure in the deep pit.

Then, a violent surge of extraordinary energy swept across the entire battlefield.

"Piercing Star Spear!"

A massive spear shadow pierced through the army formation, unleashing a continuous carnage.

On the walls of a desolate city in the distance, Yasuo and some of the surviving superhumans in the city watched the scene before them.

Surrounded by a massive horde of ogre soldiers, the valiant warrior brandished his spear and fought with unrestrained ferocity, showcasing the ultimate carnage of war.