Chapter 592: Abyss Plane
The tenth blood nest of the Heavenly Rank is located ten miles to the west.
The dark red portal, like a vertical sea of blood, forcefully tore open the gray-brown wilderness.
Space distorted like the surface of water, with ripples spreading outwards in concentric circles, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.
The next moment, four figures rushed out of the portal.
Lin Feng took the lead, the Wildfire Spear held horizontally behind him, its nine golden halos still dazzling under the dim light of the Blood Abyss Plane.
Jiang Zhaoyue, Jiang Yelan, and Zhou Guosheng followed closely behind, and then Zhao Hu, Isabella, and ten other fourth-stage awakened individuals filed out.
The army of the Beacon Fire Territory surged out of the portal like a black tide, spears and halberds like a forest, silver armor like snow, spreading rapidly across the gray-brown earth.
Lin Feng hovered a hundred meters above the teleportation portal, looking down at this unfamiliar plane he had never set foot in before.
Beneath my feet lies a vast expanse of grayish-brown earth, cracked like a tortoise shell, as if some force had drained all its moisture.
Looking eastward, the walls of Blood Nest No. 10 stretch across the horizon like a dark red cliff, with the blood flags on the walls fluttering slowly in the wind.
But what really caught his attention was the vast expanse of farmland stretching out below the city wall.
Vast fields of crops stretched along the terrain, their sturdy stems and thick, fleshy leaves a dark purple-green hue, undulating gently in the wind, extending from the base of the city wall all the way into the distance.
The roots of these crops maintained a firm grip on the cracked ground, and the plants were a whole head taller than ordinary crops on the Blue Star plane, as if this barren land could still sustain their growth.
Lin Feng gazed at the farmland, and the tension between his brows gradually eased.
He originally thought that, given the Blood Abyss Sect's style of doing things, they would not hesitate to implement a scorched-earth policy.
But it seems that the other party ultimately couldn't bear to part with it.
This field sustains their followers and army; burning it would be tantamount to cutting off their own food supply.
Since it wasn't burned, it's actually a good thing for me now.
Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly.
More than the crops in the field, he was concerned about something else: 【the True Word items】.
Once the Nightmare faction and the opposing faction clash, the equipment dropped by both sides will inevitably have the "True" attribute.
Crops grown in the other dimension are also considered "products of another dimension." Once transported back to the Blue Star dimension, they will naturally possess the attribute of "authenticity."
What does the word "true" mean in the context of an item?
This means that it can be sold, used, and circulated as trade goods between different planes, unlike things grown on Earth, which can only be consumed within Earth and are not recognized outside of that plane.
However, all of this is contingent on winning the interdimensional war; failure or a draw will instantly strip away this precious "True" attribute.
Interdimensional warfare is indeed high-risk, high-reward.
If you win, you'll find usable wealth everywhere; if you lose, you might lose your life.
Lin Feng gazed for a moment, then pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned to Jiang Zhaoyue beside him.
"Zhaoyue, pass down the order to separate a portion of the logistics army and establish a separate supply depot."
During this war, all crops, minerals, and artifacts from the Blood Abyss plane within the areas captured by our army, if transportable, were to be brought back to Blue Star.
"The natives of the Blood Abyss plane who wish to submit should be brought back to Blue Star first and settled outside the Great Wall. They are not allowed to enter the pass. Further arrangements will be made later."
"Understood." Jiang Zhaoyue clasped her hands in a fist salute.
Lin Feng looked eastward again. The wind blew from the direction of the Blood Nest, carrying a hint of blood and the astringent smell of crop leaves.
"Set off."
As the bugle sounded, the Beacon Fire Army pressed towards Blood Nest No. 10.
The black formation swept across the gray-brown earth like a tide, carefully bypassing the farmland along the way without destroying a single plant.
The Templars' silver column spread out on the flanks, while flocks of ice-winged griffins swept overhead, their shadows blotting out the sky.
...
In less than ten minutes, the Beacon Fire Army had arrived three miles west of the No. 10 Blood Nest.
Looking down, Lin Feng saw that the city wall was forty meters high, with a smooth, mirror-like outer surface, and almost no protrusions that could be climbed.
The entire Blood Nest is perfectly circular, with four gates on each side, all of which are purple quality gates. Behind each gate is a sturdy barbican.
At this moment, the city walls were filled with disciples of the Demonic Sect, their swords and spears like a forest, their blood-red banners fluttering in the wind.
Five hundred meters above the ground, more than four hundred figures stood in mid-air, their blood-fiend aura surging like red clouds. The four Celestial Realm experts at the forefront stood at the highest point, their robes fluttering in the wind.
Meanwhile, at the same altitude, two thousand five hundred ice-winged griffins and their riders formed a wedge-shaped formation, their silver wings like clouds.
Four hundred and forty third-tier flight combatants were scattered around, their golden halos and blood-red light facing each other from afar.
Five level 49 combatants stood in mid-air at the forefront, their bodies surrounded by dazzling golden halos.
The scene seemed familiar.
Several days ago, the Blood Abyss Demon Sect deployed hundreds of thousands of troops outside Hangu Pass, attempting to use ropes to scale the city walls and crush the Beacon Fire Territory.
Now, just a few days later, the same teleportation portal, the same military force, but the direction has been completely reversed.
The offensive and defensive forces are at odds.
The side that was once besieged within the city walls and held out to the death has now become the one that has trampled the foreign lands and besieged the city.
Those once arrogant and boastful disciples of the Demonic Sect, who clamored to crush the Nightmare Plane, can now only cower behind the city walls, watching the black tide of the army roll across the gray-brown earth.
Jiang Zhaoyue flew closer and whispered, "My lord, should we send troops to probe the enemy's city defenses first?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
"Need not."
His gaze swept over the more than four hundred figures standing in mid-air on the city wall, over the four Celestial Realm experts, and finally landed on Night Shadow's face, which was calm to the point of being blank.
"Go directly to the west gate and launch a general offensive."
Jiang Zhaoyue nodded, turned around, and flew downwards.
Moments later, the war horns sounded.
Deep, resonant, and majestic, the bugle calls echoed wave after wave from behind the army, resounding across the entire wilderness.
Above Blood Nest No. 10, Nightshade's light gray pupils flickered slightly.
He lowered his head and looked at the approaching black tide.
"They've arrived."
He said softly.
Before the bugle call had even ceased, the army had already arrived at the city walls.
The siege begins.