toybunovel Chapter 316 -316-Toward Glory Through Blood and Fire
Chapter 316 -316-Toward Glory Through Blood and Fire
Survival and reproduction would forever remain the foremost laws of any civilization.
Just like the world Camille had once called home—the Divine Wind Realm, a world that did not understand resistance. In the end, that entire civilization had been reduced to dust within the star sea.
Not a single soul had offered even the faintest gratitude to Camille, who had once fought with everything she had to protect that entire civilization.
"The living beings of the Divine Wind Realm were unworthy of Camille!"
"Those fools who thought themselves merciful deserved to become dust in the Time River, forgotten by all."
...
Several spatial passages slowly opened. Deep, dim radiance flowed through the void, like colossal beasts opening their maws.
Batch after batch of players held their heads high and marched forward in neat, orderly lines, stepping into the passages one after another.
On the other side of those passages lay unfamiliar otherworlds.
As the players moved forward, they spoke to one another in low voices.
"Sunborn, which plane were you assigned to?"
Hans asked.
"Rozeli World. The Guild Leader is personally leading the team."
Sunborn asked in return, "What about you?"
"Shrilair World. Lord Camille is leading us."
Hans smiled, then added, "I heard you took out quite a few loans from the bank and already used exchange points to purchase an excellent Divine Domain template?"
"Hahaha... even you know about that? But I’m still missing a lot of materials to construct the Divine Domain."
Sunborn laughed and said, "Still, it won’t take long. As long as there are missions to do, earning points is pretty fast. It shouldn’t be long before I gather all the materials."
"I’m so jealous. I want an excellent Divine Domain template too."
Hans looked at the spatial passage growing closer and closer, clenched his fists, and encouraged him in a low voice.
"Good luck."
"You too."
Sunborn’s figure gradually vanished into the light of the passage as well.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Countless players surged into the otherworlds like a tide. Awaiting them would be campaign after campaign of conquest!
They would fall amid slaughter, rise again, and then continue seizing one plane after another.
With the resources plundered from otherworlds, they would become stronger, then move on to conquer even more powerful planes.
This cycle would repeat again and again, until one day, they grew into one of the most powerful races in this star sea.
Every race that stood at the summit had carved its way there step by step through killing!
Daniel was merely following the ancient and unchanging iron law of the Endless Starsea.
Pour in everything. Fight with everything. Seize everything!
The players, too, were walking this path.
If one did not fight for it, one would gain nothing.
The strong controlled everything. Everything belonging to the weak could be freely dominated and disposed of by the strong.
...
Rozeli World.
The otherworldly legions clashed head-on with the player army. Blades flashed, swords crossed, and magic skills flew wildly across the battlefield.
Boom!
Daniel summoned a shower of meteors, smashing a group of peak demi-sage-rank powerhouses from the otherworld into pieces. Immediately afterward, a system notification rang beside his ear.
Not far away, the players brandished blades and staves, sweeping over the enemy legions like a descending natural disaster.
Swish, swish. Whoosh, whoosh. Boom, boom...
Countless skills crisscrossed through the sky and across the ground. The earth split apart, and the heavens trembled.
In the eyes of the players, these otherworldly natives were nothing more than embodiments of experience points and gold coins. They were piles of walking skill books, equipment, Divine Domain templates, and rare materials!
Because of that, they fought with extraordinary ferocity, without the slightest restraint.
Even if they died, they would simply stand up again at the respawn point.
The native legions of the otherworld also resisted with all their might, their willpower astonishingly tenacious.
This was a war between two worlds. There was no room for reconciliation.
The war lasted for a very long time.
Most of the time, Daniel watched coldly from the sidelines. He had no intention of intervening lightly.
If the players wanted to grow, they could not remain forever under the shelter of his wings.
Flowers raised in a greenhouse would never survive for long.
He set his sights on looting the most valuable resources in this world, taking every rare treasure he could find into his possession.
At the same time, the conviction in his heart grew firmer and firmer. He felt increasingly certain that the path he had chosen was the correct one.
"Humanity cannot become puppets ruled and dominated by others. Humanity must be reborn in blood and fire!"
...
Visca Galaxy.
A fleet composed of eight Starships slowly sailed through the dark expanse of space.
The Endless Starsea clearly had convenient forms of transportation such as spatial passages and world portals, so why were there still people using such an ancient method of transportation as fleets?
Because the cost of using spatial passages was extremely high—far more expensive than portals.
Moreover, some planes were extremely closed off and conservative, and did not open spatial passages or portals at all.
Therefore, star fleets remained an indispensable means of transportation, still occupying an overwhelmingly dominant share in logistics and travel.
This was also the fundamental reason Astral Corsairs were so rampant in the Endless Starsea.
All eight of these Starships flew the flag of the Lionheart Realm, declaring their identity—a fleet of the Lionheart Realm, under the Myriad Races Alliance.
Under normal circumstances, no Astral Corsair lacking eyes would be willing to provoke a force of this level.
Besides, the fleet was not carrying any particularly valuable cargo, so neither the fleet commander nor the accompanying guards were especially powerful.
However, there were always exceptions to everything.
On the watchtower of the vanguard ship, the lookout suddenly noticed something unusual.
A powerhouse immediately reported the news upward.
"Captain, there are pirates blocking the way in the starfield ahead. They’re flying the Dawn Flag. Their signal says... they want us to submit obediently!"
The fleet captain sneered.
"Signal back. Tell those idiots to get lost immediately."
"Understood, Captain."
His subordinate immediately went down to deliver the order.
"This vast starry sky really does contain all sorts of trash."
The Starship captain watched his subordinate leave, shook his head indifferently, and wore a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Fools like this, who don’t know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, probably don’t even know how to write the word death—yet they dare try to snatch food from a dragon’s plate?"
...
On the Star Island.
Within the dark void, a floating rocky fortress radiated a sharp and menacing aura.
A Low Divine-grade pirate leader hurried up to Daniel, bowed, and reported. His voice carried an unconcealable trace of nervousness.
"My lord, we have discovered Starships flying the flag of the Lionheart Realm ahead."
He hesitated for a moment. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he added,
"The Lionheart Realm is a major world in this galaxy. It belongs to the Myriad Races Alliance, and its strength is extremely formidable... Should we perhaps..."
Daniel did not allow him to finish.
He raised his eyes. His gaze was as cold as a blade, and his tone was indifferent yet unquestionable.
"Do you think my blade is not sharp enough, or do you think your own life is too long? Enough nonsense—rob them!"
His voice was not loud, yet it pressed down on the pirate leader until he nearly could not breathe.
"Yes, my lord!"
The Divine-grade pirate leader’s back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He hurriedly bowed and withdrew.
He turned and leapt onto the command platform, personally steering that ferocious Star Island forward. Like an ancient beast awakening from its slumber, it moved to block the Lionheart Realm fleet head-on.
The alarm bells on the Starships abruptly tore through the void.
From the cabin of the leading Starship, a figure shot into the air.
It was a Divine-grade powerhouse clad in golden armor, his bearing majestic and dignified. He hovered in space, sacred light surging around him, his voice booming like thunder.
"What petty criminals dare obstruct the fleet of my Lionheart Realm? You hyenas of the starry sky—are you tired of living?"
Before his voice had even faded—
Boom!
In the starry sky, a colossal palm that blotted out the heavens suddenly appeared and came crashing down. Like a god crushing an ant, it smashed that Divine-grade powerhouse into powder on the spot.
"Kill!"
The Divine-grade pirate leader cast a fearful glance at that giant palm, then roared and charged forward with his blade raised.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Take them down!"
The densely packed pirates on the Star Island transformed into streaks of light and madly pounced toward the eight Starships.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Boom, boom, boom!
The defensive weapons on the Starships continuously erupted with dazzling beams of energy, weaving into an airtight net of firepower.
No one knew how many Astral Corsairs were struck by that ferocious firepower and turned to ash on the spot.
Yet countless pirates still broke through the fire net, leaping onto the Starships and beginning boarding combat.
"You damned pirates! My Lionheart Realm will never let you go!"
A Divine-grade powerhouse saw that the fleet was about to fall into enemy hands and could not help but let out a furious roar.
Boom!
That giant palm descended once more, swatting that Divine-grade powerhouse apart together with his roar, as easily as crushing a fly.
Several Divine-grade powerhouses fled from the fleet in panic, attempting to escape.
However, beneath Daniel’s palm, no one could get away.
In the end, the Lionheart Realm’s Starship fleet fell entirely into Daniel’s hands!