Novel Full Chapter 327: How Strong Are Saint-Stage Experts!
Chapter 327: Chapter 327: How Strong Are Saint-Stage Experts!
Next up was Kerparos.
As the three-headed hellhound stepped into the light of evolution, all three heads roared at once.
The left head controlled the Frost rules, freezing space with its surging cold.
The middle head controlled lightning rules, shattering everything with a flash of electricity.
The right head controlled poison rules, corroding souls amidst a spreading black fog.
The three rules merged perfectly. Its power also broke through to the peak of the 47-star Saint stage.
Finally, the Nine-Headed Dragon Hydra entered.
Its nine heads rose in unison, letting out a roar that shook the land for hundreds of miles. Each head corresponded to a different ultimate element stat.
Its Regeneration ability had evolved to the point of instant recovery. As long as its nine heads were not all cut off at the same time, it would be immortal and indestructible.
Its power firmly reached the peak of the 47-star Saint stage as well.
On the seventh day, the large-scale evolution of the black ant army officially began.
Logan stood in the center of the altar, refusing to sleep or eat for ten days straight.
Every minute, he completed the evolution of 100 black ants.
The golden light on the altar never flickered once.
The black ant army poured into the altar like a tide, transformed, and then flowed out in an orderly fashion.
They became a new form: the Dragon-Rhino Horned Ant, each carrying the terrifying pressure of the Saint stage.
On average, 60,000 ants were evolved every day.
The size of the Saint legion was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At sunset on the tenth day, a joint command meeting was officially held in the Dawn Palace.
Turing’s data form slowly materialized in the center of the conference table.
Pale blue data streams flowed rapidly, eventually forming a military deployment map.
High-ranking members of the committee, including Colin, attended the meeting via remote projection.
When they saw the data Turing displayed, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Stripline sat at the other end of the projection, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
His hands trembled uncontrollably.
Turing’s voice rang out through the hall, calm yet carrying immense weight.
Turing said, “Here is the total breakdown of available Saint-stage combat power.”
“600,000 Dragon-Rhino Horned Ants at the 28-star Saint stage.”
“600,000 ordinary black ants at the 28-star Legend stage.”
“10,000 Ashen Dragons at the 28-star Saint stage.”
“1,000 Ashen Dragon Kings at the 32-star Saint stage.”
“30,000 succubus mermaid legions at the 32-star Saint stage.”
“13 core familiars, including the Dragon Emperor and the Dragon Commander, all at the peak of the 47-star Saint stage.”
“Total Saint-stage combat power comes to about 800,000.”
As those words hung in the air, Colin, watching from the remote projection, gripped his chair’s armrest so hard his knuckles turned white.
Pinocchini currently had fewer than 30 Saints in total.
Logan, on the other hand, held 800,000 Saints in his hand.
This number had completely shattered their limits on what power could truly be.
Logan slowly stood up from his seat and scanned the room, looking at everyone present. “This operation code name is ’Bait and Trap’.”
“The core tactic is to lure the Union of Zones from Restricted Area 53 deep into the World Tree Canyon Basin.”
“Once they are inside, we will use our 800,000 Saint legion to surround and wipe them out, leaving not a single survivor.”
Hiyua immediately stepped forward, her long golden hair drifting gently with her movement.
“I will serve as the Joint Command Intelligence Coordinator,” Hiyua said. “I’ll be responsible for integrating the shadow crows monitoring network to track the enemy’s every move in real-time.”
Green Vine nodded in agreement, her fingertips making the vines sway lightly. “I’ll handle the defensive fortifications within the World Tree terrain and coordinate the actions of the spirit tribe warriors.”
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Just as others were about to add their comments, Logan raised his hand to silence them. “First, shut down all outer Space Teleport gates. Activate the World Tree Blood Cultivation Realm to completely seal off the space.”
Hiyua immediately opened her intelligence manual and reported, “Brother, the enemy vanguard has already crossed Bone Canyon and is speeding toward the outer basin.”
A cold smile curled Logan’s lips. “Wait a bit more. Let them in. Wait until their main force is fully trapped, then close the door.”
Taliban, sitting in his seat, stood up and asked hesitantly, “My Lord, should we intercept the vanguard? Letting them charge in freely won’t it threaten our spirit fields and warehouses?”
Logan waved his hand, rejecting the idea immediately. “Do not intercept. Let them into the basin.”
“That resources were just bait. The more they take, the deeper the hook they swallow.”
With the meeting concluded, everyone received their orders and dispersed to their posts, readying for battle.
Logan stood alone atop the walls of Dawn City. His perception spread out, locking onto the presence of the distant enemy.
He could clearly sense that the enemy vanguard was reckless and overconfident. They had rushed into the bait zone and were frantically scrambling for the scattered resources.
Footsteps echoed from behind. Gwen rushed over to Logan’s side. Holding a crystal bottle filled with soul stabilizer, her cheeks were flushed with a faint red.
“Logan, you’ve been evolving for ten days straight. You’ve exhausted your Mental Power,” Gwen said softly.
“Drink this quickly.”
Logan took the crystal bottle and downed it in one go.
The medicinal liquid went down his throat, and his tired expression eased slightly.
“Still not enough,” Logan said. “Tomorrow at dawn is the final battle. I must stay at peak condition.”
Just then, Green Vine flew up from the city below, riding on her vines. “My Lord Logan, the five leaders of the spirit tribe have led their entire clans into full battle readiness.” she reported.
“They can activate the Life Blood Cultivation Realm immediately to support your tactics.”
Logan nodded, his gaze returning to the direction of the Lost World. “Prepare to fight.”
At the same moment.
Deep within the Lost World, at the temporary fortress of the Union of Zones for Restricted Area 53.
A blood-red tent stood at the very end of Bone Canyon.
The tent was sewn from the hides of giant beasts. Strange, dark-red patterns flowed across its surface, and a thick stench of blood constantly drifted out from inside.
In the center of the tent, Battlehammer Brutus and Black were suspended in mid-air, bound by iron chains.
Brutus was covered in terrible wounds. His once huge, burly body was now shriveled and gaunt.
Energy chains with a black sheen pierced through his shoulder bones, trapping his movement.
Every time he struggled, a heart-rending pain tore through his body.
Black’s condition was even worse.
Once the peak 36-star Saint, his cultivation had been stripped away to just 20 stars.
His hair was white and gray, his face withered, and his eyes held only hatred and a dead silence.
At that moment, the Chairman of the Shadow Council from Restricted Area 53 walked slowly toward the two of them.
She was draped in a thin black veil, her face hidden in a blur of shadows.
Those around could only see a pair of cold, gray eyes, devoid of any living warmth.
She raised her right hand, and a ball of gray light began to gather at her fingertips.
Inside the light, countless tiny rune spun rapidly, emitting an aura that eroded the soul: ” Soul-Searching Technique.”
The gray light pierced straight into the Battlehammer’s forehead.
Battlehammer let out a savage, ear-splitting scream, his body convulsing violently.
He tried to trigger his energy Self-Destruct, but the chains held him down firmly, leaving him paralyzed.
His memories were violently torn open like a painting, and scenes were forcibly pulled out one by one.
The Shadow Council Chairman’s voice echoed coldly through the tent:
“Pinocchini currently has about 30 Saints, all broken through at 28 stars and considered low-level Saints.”
“Logan is a 36-star Legend stage expert. He hasn’t even entered the Saint stage yet. Hehe, even if he does, at best he’s only a mid-level Saint. He poses no threat.”
“Pinocchini is facing a severe newborn crisis, and the committee is locked in endless infighting…”
The forcibly extracted memory scenes were projected onto the blood mist in the center of the tent.
Every image showed Pinocchini’s truly weak combat power.
The commanders inside the tent all wore expressions of contempt.
The Shadow Council Chairman withdrew the light from her fingertips and turned toward Black.
Black’s eyes were filled with hatred. He suddenly bit his own tongue, snapping it off.
He wanted to end his life to guard his final secrets.
The Blood Temple Master from Restricted Area 53 moved instantly.
He was wrapped in thick blood mist and slapped his hand onto Black’s dantian.
The blood mist instantly wrapped around Black’s body, forcefully stopping his self-destruction.
Black spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he passed out.
At that moment, the Chairman pointed her finger again. The gray light pierced Black’s forehead, beginning to forcibly read his memories.
Once the memories of both Black and Brutus were fully cracked, the Sky-Shattering Chieftain slammed up from his seat.
He stood three meters tall, with a curved horn on his head. His muscles bulged like rocks, radiating the terrifying pressure of a quasi-Demigod.
The Sky-Shattering Chieftain laughed wildly, “28-star Saint? In our tribe, they are merely slave soldiers!”
“This human race of Pinocchini actually dares to take pride in such weaklings!”
The Blood Temple Master stood in the shadows, his blood mist churning around him.
His voice sounded like metal scraping against metal, shrill and cold: “Such frail Saints, their soul quality is terrible.”
“They don’t even have the qualification to be food for blood feeding.”
Violet stepped forward and took her place in the center of the tent.
The princess of the Ancient Beast Clan wore tight-fitting purple battle armor.
With purple hair and purple eyes, she looked stern, though deep worry lingered in her eyes.
She looked at her mother, the Shadow Council Chairman, and spoke: “Mother, the memories show that Logan has illuminated 36 star marks.”
“In human history, no one seems to have ever achieved this before.”
“Moreover, Shadow Walker was captured, proving the enemy has extremely strong anti-reconnaissance abilities. We cannot underestimate them.”
The Shadow Council Chairman coldly scanned her daughter. The shadows around her surged violently, her tone carrying undeniable authority: “That man has not entered the Saint stage. Illuminating more star marks is useless.”
“The strength of the Saint stage depends entirely on the foundation of the star marks.”
The Sky-Shattering Chieftain stepped forward to explain his theory on star marks levels.
His voice rang like a massive bell, echoing through the tent: “28 stars are merely the lowest threshold of the Saint stage, the level of slave soldiers.”
“Saints of this type will never hope to reach Demigod status. They are the weakest in their own rank.”