The Seventh Base

Chapter 1161: Chapter 207: Outbreak of War

A strange wind swept over the school, and the energy aura suddenly became violent.

The children were all sent into the classroom, both inside and outside the school. Many figures appeared, and Transcendents gradually emerged in the surrounding area, enclosing this region.

The Energy Storm rumbled and roared, the sky seemed to open with rifts, and figures appeared in the sky above.

The number of these figures increased rapidly, and before long, the sky above the area centered around the school was filled with figures. The indigenous residents didn’t come out, as if they realized something was about to happen. Those walking outside were people from various cosmic forces.

Xu Mo settled the children by the classroom door and looked up outside. The dim sky was now dazzling, with two conspicuous figures in Red Robes. The flaming red robes fluttered in the wind, and the scepters they held symbolized power, manifesting an aura of overwhelming might.

“Red-clothed Archbishop.” Although Xu Mo had never seen them before, he recognized from their attire that the Red-clothed Archbishops of the Church had arrived. Top Archbishops like Wulim were also beneath the Red Robes.

These Red Robes were what Wulim had pursued all his life, but unfortunately, he died here before reaching that stage.

In another position, strong figures of the O’Brian Republic appeared.

Ares O’Brian exuded golden divine flames entirely, causing the temperature high in the sky to rise momentarily. His body was like a sun suspended in the air, every ray of falling light stinging the eyes with a scorching aura.

In another direction, powerful Lin figures emerged in a vast parade, led by a young man whose deep eyes seemed to penetrate hearts, making direct gazes daring.

The top Transcendent from the Divine Country on Saint Tiya Star led them, clad in golden robes, with sacred golden brilliance pouring down from the sky like sharp swords.

Besides them, other powerful figures from various factions arrived simultaneously.

Learning from their previous lesson, the Red-clothed Archbishop joined forces with major factions, acting together.

They all came for the same goal, but Gaia’s fate could wait; the urgent task now was to pressure the Abyss Corps to extract the location of Gaia and force the Abyss to hand Gaia over.

At this moment, the whole area was under immense pressure from countless powers. Even with Xu Mo’s strength, he felt suffocating pressure.

The strong figures arriving this time were too numerous; as someone who just became a Skywalker, Xu Mo barely counted for anything among them.

Even figures like Rodrigo found no place in this sky.

Numerous spiritual powers ravaged the school; those deciding to act showed no reservations, blatantly probing the school, which, surrounded by the Abyss Corps, was mysterious and untouched before.

But now, they were no longer courteous.

Suddenly, a figure in white clothes walked out slowly. His speed wasn’t fast, and his aura wasn’t strong, but in an instant, everyone’s eyes fell on him, with many feeling a strong sense of threat.

“Lin Shou.”

A voice came out, spoken by an elder from the Lin.

The previous Church operation failed, Satan appeared, and they suspected this place as the Abyss’s core.

Some high-ranking individuals knew the identity of the Abyss King, especially the Lin, who knew it very clearly.

“Is this how you speak to an ancestor?”

Lin Shou looked up at the Lin person and spoke.

Lin Langya, at the peak of a Skywalker, with incredible Combat Power, truly stood at the top of the pyramid in this realm.

Yet, at this moment, Lin Shou looked at him, claiming to be his ancestor.

Lin Langya, upon hearing Lin Shou’s words, didn’t have any temper or anger.

The person before him looked even younger than him, but he knew what level of existence this was—by seniority, Lin Shou was indeed his ancestor.

Lin Shou, also the Abyss King, spent hundreds of years personally building the current Abyss and creating a powerful Abyss Corps.

“Lin Shou, hand over Gaia.” Lin Langya looked at Lin Shou and spoke.

Lin Shou, the Lin Empire’s traitor, was exiled to the Abyss by the late Emperor. He was also the Emperor’s younger brother. In terms of bloodline, Lin Shou had the purest Lin bloodline, a true old Monster.

“Where did this junior come from, speaking to an ancestor like that?” Lin Shou said coldly, with an arrogant tone.

He merely glanced upward into the high sky, those eyes carrying terrifying penetrating power, seemingly seeing through the sky where winds and clouds swirled, as if someone was there.

“Lin Xu, you are not dead? What are you hiding there for?”

Lin Shou’s voice carried immense penetrative power. If only Skywalkers arrived, evidently it wasn’t enough to converse with Lin Shou, and various forces were determined to acquire Gaia this time.

Therefore, above these top Skywalkers, even stronger beings had arrived, including one from the Mystic God Temple’s Hall Master’s group.

It could be said that this operation against Gaia was the universe’s most powerful gathering yet.

Lin Xu, now the second figure in the Lin, was just as monstrous as Lin Shou.

“Lin Shou, you’ve seen the people who came today. You can’t protect Gaia, so hand it over.”

A seasoned voice echoed from the sky, yet the speaker remained unseen.

“Is that so?” Lin Shou’s voice dripped with sarcasm: “Do you believe that, with one word from me, everyone here but you will be buried in this place?”

No one doubted Lin Shou’s words. This was Abyss territory. If Lin Shou wished, a single command from him could erase this entire area from the planet.

After hundreds of years of development, Abyss was not solely primitive; they possessed technology as well. All of their technology served warfare, for relying solely on primitive methods to invade the universe would be nothing but a fool’s dream.

“Lin Shou, you’ve built your empire in Abyss over centuries. Would you really destroy it?” A voice filled with threat spoke, but it wasn’t Lin Xu; it was another person.

“People from the Church?”

Lin Shou sneered at the sky above: “You people, ostensibly devoted to divinity, leverage the name of God to expand your following, yet what you crave is supreme power. Let me warn you: try making a move today, and I’ll see how many of your Church can withstand me.”

“The rest of you are the same. So many have come, making this event lively indeed, but let’s see who dares make a move.”

Lin Shou’s voice carried a harsh threat, and indeed, he had the backbone to enforce it.

The emperor’s own brother, the founder of Abyss.

In a sense, he established an empire—the Abyss Empire.

“Lin Shou, everyone’s already here today. Everyone is determined, and your threats mean little. Would you truly destroy centuries of Abyss’ legacy today?” Lin Xu coldly retorted.

Standing at the pinnacle of the universe, they would not retreat due to mere verbal threats.

All major powers of the universe were present today. How could they leave quietly?

“If you fear nothing, why should I?”

Lin Shou replied with a cold laugh.

“Since you say so, we won’t make a move. But if you strike first, we won’t hold back.” Lin Xu responded.

Their factions came to deal with Abyss. Although the Abyss Corps was large, regarding peak combat ability, they held an absolute advantage.

“If you hand over Gaia, we’ll immediately order a ceasefire,” Lin Xu said again.

“Well.” A voice from above agreed with Lin Xu: “Lin Shou, to avoid this catastrophe, I advise you to hand over Gaia and minimize the bloodshed.”

Lin Shou stared upward, understanding that these people were resolute in obtaining Gaia. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have brought such a lineup.

The battle today was unavoidable.

“Boom…”

From above, the scorching sun burned the heavens, and a fiery blaze swept downward. A silhouette stepped forth—it was Ares O’Brian, resembling a deity of flames, with golden flames burning fiercely.

Xu Mo stood below, clearly feeling the scorching heat as if intending to melt bodies into nothingness.

War God Ares, the premier Skywalker of the O’Brian Republic.

On the ground, a figure stepped out clad in menacing armor, with hellfire blazing around him with equally terrifying temperature.

Azazel, one of the twelve War Generals.

Above, searing rays pierced the dark sky, with countless beams shining down, nearly blinding everyone.

Ares O’Brian descended, transforming into a beam of sunlight.

Azazel charged skyward, the flames on his body tinged with darkness, like flames from hell.

Their bodies clashed mid-air, unleashing a searing Destruction Storm around them. The radiant curtain illuminated the endless space, incinerating everything, enveloping everyone within the domain.

The invisible energy light behind Xu Mo’s classroom prevented the blazing flames from invading within.

“Mr. Turing.” Xu Mo felt a slight ripple of emotion in the energy waves behind him. At this moment, the classroom door opened, and a figure emerged—none other than Turing, who also looked up at the sky. The blinding light from the blaze forced him to squint, nearly closing his eyes.

Outside the school, Skywalkers were everywhere, with the scorching storm sweeping outward. Ordinary Skywalkers found it unbearable within that heat.

Rodrigo was outside too, his heart slightly amazed by the sensation.

“Kill.” With a flicker, Rodrigo dashed toward the battlefield—not just him, but surrounding Skywalkers from various factions moved simultaneously toward the school’s direction.

“Boom…”

Violent explosions rang out as massive numbers of powerful Abyss Corps members appeared, intercepting those Skywalkers heading to the school.

A battle erupted at this moment, with the not-so-large school becoming the storm’s epicenter.

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