Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 318 Daily Life in the Abyss Dimension

Chen Zhou nodded, thinking that he had seen this kind of operation before; those crazy wizards did the same thing when they went to different universes to use as testing grounds.
"In that case, we should continue developing the dimensional channel stabilizer. Before destroying the Abyss Dimension, we must give my warriors a feast."

Chen Zhou's words completely treated the Demon Dimension as a meal already prepared with a predetermined outcome.

Huo Tian Shu nodded in agreement, also disregarding this so-called plane.

In the far west of the Douluo Continent lies a desolate wasteland forgotten by the world. A leaden-gray mist perpetually hangs over it, and exposed rock formations, like the calluses of a colossal beast, twist and grovel at the boundary between the continent and the western coast. Six thousand years ago, the collision between the Sun Moon Continent and the Douluo Continent tore open a rift in spacetime—a deep abyss passage piercing the core of the mountains, like a festering wound, ceaselessly spewing forth the greed of another dimension.

Once, this place stood the Federation's most tragic monument. The Blood God Legion's Soul Masters forged walls of flesh and blood, suppressing the turmoil of each Abyss Tide with their Martial Soul True Forms. At Level One Alert, the roar of their defensive Soul Guidance Devices could shatter clouds for miles around; and in the legendary "Blood Moon" Tide, the entire legion had to sacrifice itself to barely contain the biting attacks of the 108 Abyss Emperors.

In those years, the shattered carapaces of abyssal creatures piled up into hills, but the remains of Soul Masters couldn't even leave behind a tombstone—until the Federation's flag was crushed into dust by the steel tracks of the Beast Machine Merchant Guild.

Now, the black alloy walls have replaced the soul power barrier. Purple Armor, the vanguard general of the Armored Beast Tribe, stands atop the watchtower with his three-meter-tall black body, his optical scope coldly scanning the entrance to the passage. Blue light driven by a new type of electricity flows from the gaps in his armor, and the "Swarm" soul-guided missile system mounted on his shoulder cannon can complete thousands of trajectory calculations the instant an abyssal creature probes its target.

"The 37th tentative impact, predicted scale: ant-level."

Bibai Mountain's mechanical fingers swept across the holographic sand table, and the Thunder Tribe's defensive cannon array rotated silently.

Three thousand mechanical beast warriors simultaneously activated their weapon modules—when the first Abyssal Blade Mantis tore through space and leaped out, it was met with a crossfire net covering the entire sky.

The electromagnetic sniper cannon pierced the core of the command-level creature, the suicide drones swarmed towards the regenerating wounds of the abyssal worm like locusts, and the laser swords of the ground assault troops were not even stained with a drop of blood.

The shriek of the 108th Emperor echoed from the depths of the passage, but the killing aesthetics of mechanical civilization had already rewritten the rules.

The deaths here are not tragic, but rather extermination with absolute efficiency.

The tall, cold machine chanted a requiem of blood and fire.

Purple-armored mechanical hands crushed the head of the last Abyss Mantis, blue-purple energy dripping from between his fingers, corroding hissing pits in the scorched earth. His optical lenses locked onto the churning black mist deep within the passage—where even more violent spatial turbulence was brewing.

"Armored Beast Vanguard Force, First and Second Squads, retreat 500 meters and prepare for 'Hive' coverage strike."

The cannons on the steel city wall turned in unison, emitting a metallic creaking sound as the mechanical bearings meshed.

The predicted data on the Bibai Mountain sand table suddenly started jumping wildly, and the energy reading of the 72nd layer of the abyss broke through the historical peak—three abyssal dragons with bodies comparable to mountains tore open a spatial rift, and dark red law chains were wrapped around their bone wings, which were the plane authority personally bestowed by the Abyssal Saint King.

"boom--"

When the first plasma shell exploded in the dragon's chest, the air in the entire wasteland was sucked into a vacuum.

Alchemical runes symbolizing defense appeared on the surface of the purple armor, allowing it to withstand the shockwave without retreating an inch. His data link instantly connected to the consciousness network of all the mech warriors, and three thousand thoughts condensed into a single sharp blade through quantum communication.

“In the name of the Lord, crush them.”

Six low-level Abyss Emperors rushed out of the passage. After months of continuous battles, the Abyss Plane had become accustomed to the seemingly unsolvable barrage of artillery fire, and could only rely on its high-end combat power to withstand it, thus allowing the Abyss creatures to break through and enter the Douluo Plane.

War, in essence, is a battle of logistics and resources. And coincidentally, the machine beast legion possesses overwhelming superiority in both technology and logistics!

Bi Baishan stood on the city wall, his emerald green crescent blade standing beside him. As one of the few martial motorcycle warriors in the Thunder Tribe of the Motorbike Clan, Bi Baishan was exceptionally skilled in commanding small-scale battles.

Compared to the already weak Beast Clan, the even weaker Thunder Tribe was able to survive in the once war-torn Beast Continent by relying on the seamless succession of special motorcycle warriors throughout history. They relied on their advanced technology and unpredictable small-scale infiltration tactics to carve out a glimmer of hope in battle after battle that led to annihilation.

Now, Bibai Mountain, awakened from the river of time and summoned by Chen Zhou, the destined Mech King, looks at the Armored Beast Tribe warriors who he could only look up to before, now the troops under his command.

He'd never fought a battle this rich in eight lifetimes!

"Continuous artillery fire, plasma-guided cannon locked on."

An ancient military strategy states: "Win with the unorthodox and engage with the orthodox."

If the Abyss Plane wants to withstand artillery fire and send a large number of Abyss creatures into the tunnel to attack the steel walls, it must use high-end combat power to withstand the artillery fire.

Having withstood the artillery fire, they would then have to face the certain death of the plasma-guided cannon.

After the high-end combatants die, no matter how many abyssal creatures there are, they will only become ashes and remains under the fire.

The fair and square outcome of the battle is already laid out before the enemy, but they are forced to act according to the plot written by Bibaishan.

This is the highest level of "harmonizing with righteousness".

Bibaishan tapped his metal knuckles on the control panel, watching the energy readings on the monitoring screen rise steadily.

The corpses of those abyssal creatures piled up along the outer edge of the passage, already beginning to obstruct the advance of the following troops—this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Bibaishan suddenly pressed the earpiece: "Activate the 'Incinerator' protocol."

The roar of giant machinery emanated from the base of the steel city wall. Three hundred and sixty geothermal converters started up simultaneously, and energy from the Earth's core flowed into the main cannon through superconducting channels—this was a targeted weapon developed by Fire Sky Pivot based on the characteristics of abyssal creatures, capable of instantly heating the land within a ten-mile radius to the surface temperature of the sun.

As the purplish-black energy tide struck the defensive line for the seventh time, Bi Baishan swung his hand down and shouted, "Release!"

The entire wasteland was suddenly reflected in a magma-like crimson. The air was ionized in a fraction of a second, and the three abyssal dragons vaporized into purple smoke before they could even scream. The shields that the six abyssal emperors had just erected burned like paper, and their life-saving treasures embedded in their carapaces exploded one after another—for the first time, the abyssal creatures from the seventy-second layer of the abyss experienced the despair of ants facing a natural disaster.

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