Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4362 - Defending the Imperial Star

The roar of flames, the cries of battle, and the howls of beasts were all mixed together into utter chaos. Countless wildbeasts poured out from the passageway, forming innumerable beast waves that threw themselves toward the furnace-like sea of fire that was the Flameyellow Guard Formation. These beasts controlled by the ashuras had completely lost all reason. Their eyes were a harsh blood-red, and they had no fear of death.

This was precisely the asura's overwhelming advantage in interstellar warfare. Their beast waves were the cornerstone that allowed them to stand as one the three divine races.

Three billion ashuras had brought with them more than twenty billion wildbeasts. Every imaginable type was represented and crammed the passageway to the brim. Their deafening roars were even louder than the surging waves of fire ahead.

The ashuras were the only divine race participating in this joint operation and also the core of the alliance wielding the greatest authority.

With the internal chaos plaguing the wonderians and the restrictions binding the devas, success here might very well be the ashuras’ ticket to becoming the number one race in the universe.

To them, the beast tides were renewable. Using the beast tide as the vanguard was an ideal strategy, both displaying the ashuras’ resolve and leadership while still avoiding damage to the race’s true foundations.

The beast waves charged at the very front, while the ashuras themselves remained at the rear of the vanguard army, enjoying the protection of the Sin Pantheon. The passageway was not large, which actually worked to the ashuras’ advantage as they didn’t have to worry about the enemy flanking them from behind.

This ten-billion-strong vanguard force valued speed above all else. Like a lightning storm, it cast a deadly shadow directly over the Flameyellow Imperial Star!

Behind the beast waves, a full two billion Virtue Pantheon cosmic gods had already bared their fangs. And flanking them were the totemancers of the Starfall Pantheon or the beastmasters of the Sundown Pantheon.

In the middle and rear, the core formed by the Sin Pantheon and the ashuras loomed faintly amid the starlight and mists.

Not counting the hundred-million-strong army the Eightpart Pantheons had deployed to the Primordial Sands, this truly marked the first time in countless years that the Eightpart Pantheons had launched a full-scale war.

They came the moment they decided to act!

Within the endless billowing smoke, their cosmic gods gazed ahead with cold, arrogant, and murderous eyes. They despised their enemy, but they didn’t underestimate them.

“This battle is, in essence, a planetary assault. We’re merely facing a maniverse-class world. We’ll have ten imperial-class astralships tear open a breach, then use the beast waves to widen it. Once we breach the barrier, the enemy will have no choice but to await slaughter!

“Using a star to block the passage is nothing but the enemy’s desperate and hasty move. We assembled ten billion troops in just ten days. This will surely catch them off guard. We can dominate the Primordial Sands and truly rule the entire universe!”

Such convictions had already been instilled into the minds of the vanguard army, becoming their blazing faith and confidence.

As long as they looked up, they could see the ten imperial-class astralships leading the vanguard forward and already preparing for nova source bombardment.

“It’s a pity the wonderians can barely protect themselves and dare not take the field. Otherwise, with their wonders reinforcing the astralships, this Imperial Star will collapse in the first exchange!”

“We don’t need those cowards! It was the ashuras that stood up to lead this thunderous assault!” Any hesitation in this offensive might mean losing the chance altogether.

“It’s not just us. A large-scale extermination has already begun across the major fortuna-class. Those gutter rats will be wiped out completely!”

“If the Eightpart Pantheons hadn’t given them a chance, those slave races would have gone extinct long ago!”

“To be ungrateful deserves death!”

The Eightpart Pantheons couldn’t stop the deluge of emotions.

After the crushing defeats at the Ancient Flameyellow Ruins and the Primordial Sands, most of the Eightpart Pantheons had already grown hysterical with hatred toward Li Tianming, the Imperial Star, and the flameyellow descendants.

“Astralships, prepare to bombard!”

“Everyone, watch!”

At the very front of the boundless beast waves, the ten radiant lights had accumulated overwhelming power. Without mercy, they fired on the astralguard formation.

Ten deafening explosions erupted in succession. Blinding beams of light slammed into the heart of the fireclouds, detonating into a mushroom cloud towering a full billion meters high. The terrifying shockwaves rippled outward, sweeping across the surface of the entire formation.

“The breach is open!”

“Charge!”

The beast waves didn’t even possess the concept of fear as they flooded in.

Words were utterly inadequate to describe the sheer scale of this scene. The battlefield was so large no one could possibly take it in at once. Every participant, within the exploding fireclouds, could only see a small slice of the world directly before them.

As the wildbeasts entered the Flameyellow Guard Formation, portions of the formation were quickly stained black. That black quickly turned to crimson as enormous numbers of wildbeasts bled out. Their blood dyed everything red and the overpowering stench of blood filled everything. The ceaseless roars and howls nearly shattered the eardrums of many cosmic gods.

Their ears were constantly shattering and regenerating just so they could continue to hear.

Explosions constantly rocked the battlefield, each representing a costly consumption of nova source.

Nova source was the very lifeblood of every race that had taken to the stars. Because of this, all wars in the cosmos, at their core, were fundamentally wars over nova source.

And once again, the Eightpart Pantheons and the Flameyellow were locked in a cycle of war.

The Eightpart Pantheons followed the wildbeasts into the breach. Finally, even the ashuras themselves, under layers of protection, entered the Flameyellow Guard Formation. There was no helping it, the battlefield was simply too vast...