Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 548: Abyssal Battlefield, An Independent, Complete World (II)

Chapter 548: Abyssal Battlefield, An Independent, Complete World (II)

Frontline, Abyssal Battlefield

As the golden sun dipped westward and a crimson sun rose to its zenith, the battle that had raged for over a week finally came to an end.

The battlefield, stretching across tens of thousands of kilometers, lay in ruins. The ground was shattered, with cracks spanning hundreds or even thousands of meters and craters of various sizes scattered everywhere, smoke and dust filling the air.

Overhead, swarms of fighter jets depleted of ammunition and nearly out of energy flew back toward the rear for resupply and maintenance.

On the ground, hundreds of thousands of small aerial vehicles moved about, operating life detectors, energy scanners, and other devices to search for wounded soldiers amidst the wreckage of fortifications.

Similarly, countless members of the Purgatory Demon Clan and their vassal races either withdrew or tended to their injured. High above, tens of thousands of colossal flying beasts circled in the sky.

In the heart of the battlefield, thousands of kilometers away, a dozen human kings stood in the air. Terrifying auras of law surrounded them, manifesting as various extraordinary phenomena.

Across from them in the skies, a dozen demon kings hovered amidst roiling demonic qi, their presence blotting out vast sections of the heavens.

However, whether it was the human kings or the demon kings, many appeared visibly weakened, their auras unstable—a testament to the significant injuries they had sustained.

On the ground below, a massive, menacing mech stood over 160 meters tall, clad in black-and-red armor. It exuded a chilling aura that struck fear into all who gazed upon it.

This mech, surrounded by black-and-red light bands, created a dead zone spanning hundreds of kilometers, littered with countless corpses of demonic beasts, Purgatory Clan members, and vassal species.

Yet these bodies seemed eerily empty, as though their flesh, blood, and souls had been utterly consumed—a grim and horrifying sight. Such death zones were scattered throughout the battlefield.

Several kilometers away from Mech Number One, a late-stage mythical-level demon king stood amid rolling demonic qi, his cold gaze directed at the mech, faint traces of apprehension visible in his expression.

Far above, tens of thousands of meters in the sky, two towering figures radiating overwhelming pressure faced off.

The space around them distorted and surged wildly, forming vortices of divine light and demonic qi, each spanning kilometers and resembling independent worlds.

As the heavenly kings and great demon kings confronted one another, the human soldiers and warriors of the vassal races below refrained from further combat. Instead, they silently tended to their wounded—a tacit agreement developed over years of conflict.

Amidst the turbulent demonic qi, a towering figure gazed down at the battlefield and spoke slowly, his voice resonating deeply, "It seems your human race has developed war machines comparable to demon kings."

Years ago, the prototype known as Number One had briefly entered the mythical world but never participated in frontline combat. It had killed a mythical colossal beast before going berserk and being sealed away.

Thus, the Purgatory Demon Clan lacked any knowledge of this weapon.

Amid the boundless divine light opposite him, a magnificent 10-meter-tall mech with six pairs of silver wings and a golden halo behind it stood solemnly, radiating holiness and authority.

Its golden eyes gazed silently at the Great Demon King Ababel across from it, making no response, much to the latter’s frustration.

These humans are being far too cautious.

As the standoff between kings and demon kings continued, a visibly damaged, fifty-meter-tall, black-and-white mech flew toward the battlefield.

Boom! The heavy mech’s landing sent tremors through the ground.

"Requesting communication from the mech codenamed ‘King of Black and White.’"

"Permission granted."

In the pitch-black void, a ten-meter-wide platform floated. Luo Fei stood atop it, clad in her divine battle armor.

Before her and to her left and right, three curved transparent screens hovered, displaying clear views of the outside world.

Zzzzz!

As the link was established, the screen on the left flickered before revealing Gabriella, dressed in a tight silver combat suit with long golden hair cascading down her back.

Despite her exhaustion from prolonged combat, the golden-haired girl asked, "Luo Fei, is your situation still stable?"

Luo Fei nodded slightly, her voice emanating from within the divine battle armor. "It’s manageable. Currently, the nuclear energy engine still has thirty percent fuel left, so energy levels are sufficient.

"However, ammunition consumption has been significant. All sixteen subspace ammunition compartments of the external construct are depleted and need resupply."

Luo Fei’s tone carried a hint of excitement and exhilaration. This was her first time participating in such a massive-scale war, and the intensity of the battle had been nothing short of breathtaking.

This war had mobilized a staggering number of troops on both sides. Beyond the dozens of kings and demon kings clashing in the high-altitude battlefield, the main front was an ocean of soldiers.

The human forces, comprising thirteen legions, had deployed over a million troops in total. Meanwhile, the Purgatory Demon Clan had assembled over four million soldiers across dozens of legions, with every combatant above the Fourth Heavenly Realm, and countless high-level powerhouses among them.

Additionally, the Purgatory Demon Clan deployed numerous demonized colossal beast units, whose overwhelming power struck terror into the opposition.

The human forces relied heavily on thousands of ultra-large-caliber artillery positions, tens of thousands of unmanned bombers, energy bombers, and an array of high-yield missiles carrying nuclear and even hydrogen warheads to barely repel the enemy’s relentless assaults.

Furthermore, the human troops were also divided into elite units, attacking their opponents simultaneously and turning the world upside down.

On the battlefield, even advanced powerhouses found it challenging to survive easily, especially with the occasional aftershocks of mythical-level combat falling unpredictably from the sky.

Likewise, the Purgatory Demon Clan’s forces employed a variety of long-range attack methods, including replicas of human large-caliber artillery and technologically modified weapons from their vassal races.

The scale of destruction on both sides was staggering.

With the interference of powerful transcendent energy, wireless communication in the mythical world was highly unstable, necessitating the construction of electronic bases for connectivity.

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These bases often became contested grounds for fierce battles, alternating between destruction and reconstruction.

Such a monumental war between civilizations rarely ended in a decisive victory.

Without overwhelming dominance, attrition tactics were the strategy of choice, as the resource-rich Purgatory Clan sought to wear down humanity’s resources and manpower.

After a day of stalemated confrontation between the two heavenly-king-level entities and dozens of mythical-level powerhouses, both sides finally retreated following post-battle recovery efforts.

Even Luo Fei, piloting the colossal Mech Number One, guided her war machine back to the base, stepping into the rear-line city. Her arrival drew numerous curious gazes.

The Abyssal Base at the frontlines was less a base and more akin to a colossal city, capable of housing tens of millions of inhabitants.

This technologically advanced metropolis was home to over a million troops from the human empire’s three main legions, alongside various national units. It also housed over two million newly evolved humans born and raised in this city.

As the mighty Mech Number One stood towering and motionless, rumors buzzed among the populace.

"That’s Mech Number One! They say it smashed through five demon legions and killed over a hundred thousand demons despite the presence of a demon king during this war."

"Gasp! That’s amazing! Dad, have humans advanced our mech technology this much?"

"Of course! Humanity is the greatest race."

"I wonder when these mechs can be mass-produced. Maybe I’ll get to pilot one someday!"

"Stop daydreaming, kid. Mechs like these must have stringent requirements. With your lousy exam score of two hundred, you’ll never get a chance."

"Well, I spoke to Old Wang. Tomorrow, you’ll start working with me in the missile assembly factory. Forget school—it’s not for you."

In the logistics department's core base, as Mech Number One blue-white glowing eyes dimmed and a beam of light shot out from its chest, Luo Fei emerged from within.

Thud! The divine mech landed, its back opening up as Luo Fei leaped to the ground.

A group of soldiers immediately surrounded the mech, conducting inspections and preparing resupply efforts.

At that moment, a female soldier approached, saluting. "Senior Colonel Luo Fei, King Gabriel has returned and requests your presence."

"Also, the individual you inquired about has entered the mythical world."

"He’s finally here." Luo Fei’s lips curved into a faint smile as she replied, her expression softening.