Stronger from Earth-Chapter 96: War Between Worlds

An aura of slaughter unknowingly spread, as the rulers of the two worlds gazed at each other, their battle intent soaring into the sky.

This moment had finally arrived.

This moment had indeed come.

The beings of the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm stood ready; before them lay the colossal Gate of the World, hundreds of meters in length and width, mythical in appearance but promising disaster.

Beyond the gate were the people of the Otherworld they were about to face, the far more powerful Earth Civilization, an immense and unstoppable presence.

The gaze of each soldier was steely and resolute; in this instant, they forgot fear, they forgot doubt, they forgot the might of Earth Civilization.

What they held was a brave heart ready to die without hesitation!

Faced with such a dramatically lopsided war, they were doomed, yet even in death, they feared nothing, sacrificing themselves to the cause.

A roar as if from the ancient wilderness bellowed forth, from the king of the Otherworld, a massive being now several hundred meters tall. With twelve arms and three heads, appearing both male and female, and possessing a three-eyed face, he was extraordinary.

Compared to a month ago, his power had grown even stronger! He had surpassed the world’s shackles, transcending the bloodline of the Eight-armed Celestial King Race, his strength far exceeding the kings of bygone glorious eras.

Now, this king let out an earth-shaking roar, his blood-thirsty words echoing through heaven and earth, clearly audible even on the other side of the Gate of the World.

"This realm nurtures us, provides our land, food, air, even life; such kindness cannot go unreturned!

This world is the very heavens where our ancestors lived generation after generation, passed down for millions of years, belonging to us, the Eight-armed Celestial King Race. How could we hand it over!?

Today, the realm war unfolds, and the only course is to fight to the death! Though I face certain death, I have no regrets!

We are born here, we grow here, and we will die here, for to die in battle is the ultimate glory.

Sons, the heavens bless us, the Celestial Gods watch over us! Our loved ones bless us!

This battle! We are unafraid of life and death!

May our last drop of blood be shed, may our realm endure, may the Celestial Race prevail!"

The crowd shouted in unison, "The Celestial Race will be victorious!"

Millions roared angrily, a spectacle of heroic self-sacrifice, so compelling even the mountain gate disciples were moved.

Realm war knows no right or wrong, only life and death, strength, and weakness.

Wang Xuan gazed at the million-strong army, their overwhelming momentum appeared invincible, yet unfortunately, they faced Earth Civilization.

In front of the Gate of the World were numerous Federation Army troops, ready and waiting, with one detachment after another in formation, their technological weapons primed to deploy at any moment.

Realm war, they had awaited it for a long time!

"Is this what realm war looks like?"

The inner hearts of the mountain gate disciples were shaken, observing this battle involving worlds and millions of lives, this fearless spirit of facing death with equanimity, the united iron-warrior ethos.

Compared to those driven to desperation, compelled to fight to the death, they still lacked much.

As observers, they experienced a baptism of spirit, growing rapidly, shedding their naivety, and at this moment, their vision and ambitions expanded limitlessly.

"If one day Earth faces a stronger civilization, aside from fighting to the death, we too would have no choice.

To prevent the destruction of human civilization and to ensure the Mother Star exists in the world, all we can do is become stronger, stronger, and continuously stronger!"

These youths gradually understood this truth, realizing why so many forces within Earth Civilization, with their complex relationships, could jointly steer this ship of civilization forward smoothly.

Petty internal squabbles were meaningless; however plentiful the contradictions and conflicts, when unity was needed, the people would work in cooperation.

In warfare with the Otherworld, besides relying on the Human Race, there were only enemies in the Otherworld! Endless enemies!

Elder He the Sixth and the other True Immortals could not help but nod, recognizing these maturing youths as humanity’s hope, the future blood to take up the fight for the Mother Star.

Having experienced countless wars, they knew how much Earth Civilization needed unity; hence, powerful factions would never erupt into significant internal conflicts over minor disputes.

Such actions would only diminish Earth’s overall strength, giving the ever-watching Otherworld an opportunity to strike.

This broader perspective often caused them to overlook personal grievances, putting the family aside for the greater good, focusing on the world.

A fierce wind swept over the Gate of the World; in the eyes of the True Immortals, this gate was entirely a fusion of Law and High-Level Source Power.

A formidable power emanated from the Gate of the World, originating from the Original Will. In the face of Earth’s Will, their spirits and cultivation levels seemed insignificant.

However, the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm was far less powerful than Earth; all it could do was resist, unwilling to be swallowed by Earth.

In the past five hundred years, Earth had devoured countless worlds, perhaps nearing a hundred. The Eight-armed Celestial King Realm was but one ordinary among them.

No matter how strong the resistance, it could not stop the encroachment. Within a decade, this world might vanish into nothingness.

All kinds of Source Power surged within the Gate of the World, the laws’ powers clashing against each other. What appeared as a door was actually a hundred-meter to a kilometer space where the powers of two worlds contended.

Wang Xuan, eyeing the impending war, knew well that in the early period of the Gate of the World opening, only Body Refining Seventh Realm cultivators could enter.

It’s far too early for Earth Immortals to take action. Entering the Gate of the World now would forcibly suppress their realm, rendering their cultivation level ineffective.

"Fight! Fight, fight, fight!" The Otherworld legion roared.

"Kill!" Federation soldiers charged forward.

The trumpet of war resounded.

Upon entering the Gate of the World, they found themselves within a long corridor, wide at one end and narrow at the other, with space forcing them into narrow encounters.

Realm war began here!

Narrow encounters, bloody clashes, life-and-death struggles!

"Prepare! Form up!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In no time, thousands of Federation troops entered, forming rows upon rows of soldiers armed with firearms, lining up neatly for battle.

Laser Guns and automatic rifles were at the back, their long-range lethality sufficient, while soldiers at the front wielded Super Energy Cannons; should enemies charge ahead, one blast would reduce them to dust.

Behind them were powerful energy emission weapons; with an instant launch, they could bring down a mountain; if the front fell, these heavy weapons were the backup.

The Gate of the World at Meiling stood only twenty meters long and wide, whereas the Mother Star’s gate rooted in the Otherworld spanned several hundred meters wide, with unmatched troop influx.

The Eight-armed Celestial King Realm’s legion moved, tens of thousands strong, assuming formation, advancing forward.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Drums thundered in the sky as the towering Eight-armed Celestial King Race soldiers, averaging over three meters tall, marched, holding shields high and weapons drawn.

Their technological level was far inferior to Earth, but their battle spirit, their fearless courage, was something no one dared overlook.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Their shouts intimidated their enemies; their resolute march brooked no retreat. With formidable physiques, every one of them possessed the strength of several thousand jin; in pure flesh body combat, ordinary humans would be no match.

"Charge!"

Upon command, the Celestial Race soldiers advanced bravely, the burly shield-bearers akin to thundering tanks, unstoppable armored trucks.

Like a torrent, the tens of thousands-strong Celestial Race army surged forward, weapons poised assaulting the Federation Army.