High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

The surface of the armor plates has extremely fine lines, which are psionic circuits.

These circuits are woven into a complete psionic transmission network inside the armor plates, starting from the core hub of the breastplate and extending to the shoulders, arms, legs, and boots, with independent psionic nodes at each joint.

The helmet of the armor is placed above the breastplate, the visor is forged from a single piece, and the eye area has a narrow viewing window with an extremely thin layer of psionic chip embedded inside.

Song Chen looked at the suit of armor.

He had seen the S-grade battle armor in the system shop countless times, but the one in front of him had a psionic circuit density in the chest armor that was comparable to the one priced at ten million in the shop.

The visitor took out a secret letter and handed it over with both hands.

"Councilor Song, this is the S-class battle armor Beiming, forged by the Tiangong Institute at the behest of the Great Xia Council."

"The core of the breastplate is made of Northern Dark Iron, which comes from a spiritual energy vein deep in the Arctic ice field. In the past fifty years, the Great Xia has mined less than two hundred kilograms of it."

"The entire suit of armor has a total of 1,200 psionic circuits, which were carved by 300 psionic artisans over a period of one month."

"After wearing it, you can ignore attacks of the fifth tier. It has a full self-repair function, and the armor can be restored to a full state within twelve hours after being damaged."

Song Chen reached out and touched the surface of the breastplate with his fingertips.

The dark silver metal was cool and smooth, and the psionic circuits glowed faintly when he touched it.

He could sense that the psionic network was waiting, waiting for a core to activate it.

He withdrew his hand, took the secret letter, and opened it.

The letter was written by Zhou Wangyue; it was very short.

"The armor is named Beiming. It took the Heavenly Crafts Academy three years to forge. Go into battle without fear. There will be no Beast King in this great war."

Song Chen folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and put it into his tactical backpack.

"Please thank the council for me."

Then reach out and remove the breastplate from the support.

No one can help you put on the armor.

The psionic circuit sensed the user's blood and qi fluctuations, and the armor plates automatically opened and adhered to his torso.

The breastplate, shoulder armor, arm armor, leg armor, and boots—each plate automatically adjusts its curvature the moment it touches his body, perfectly conforming to the contours of his muscles.

The psionic nodes at the joints emitted a slight clicking sound, a signal that the psionic circuit had completed its connection.

Finally, he picked up the helmet with both hands and put it on.

As the visor fell, the S-class psionic chip embedded in the eye window directly connected to his Eye of Truth.

His vision exploded in that instant; he could see the flow of air, the texture of the wind, and psionic particles floating, rotating, and colliding in space at an extremely slow speed.

Song Chen looked up, and all the soldiers around him stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

Under the sunlight of the Northern Plains, Beiming reflected a ghostly blue light. From the breastplate to the shoulder armor to the arm armor to the leg armor, 1,200 psionic energy circuits faintly glowed, like 1,200 extremely fine aurora beams woven into a suit of armor.

Song Chen pushed up the mask, revealing his face, and then nodded to the messenger.

"Please thank the blacksmiths at the Imperial Crafts Institute for me."

The envoy bowed, took three steps back, turned around, and boarded the spaceship.

The deep blue ship rose into the air and headed south.

On the final day of preparations, the entire Kitahara base city was in motion.

The entire base city has 50,000 troops stationed there, but of course not all of them can be deployed. This time, 30,000 of the most elite troops will be mobilized.

The psionic artillery force was divided into twelve mobile artillery squads, each equipped with ten psionic cannons and two heavy armor-piercing cannons.

The superhuman squad was divided into three waves. The first wave consisted of water and ice control teams, responsible for freezing the core area as soon as they made contact with the enemy, disrupting the monsters' charging rhythm.

The second wave consisted of lightning and fire-type assault teams, which followed the control teams to break through the defenses.

The third wave is a wind-based speed support squad, responsible for battlefield mobility and the evacuation of the wounded.

The infantry was the largest force, divided into six square formations, each with four thousand men, organized according to the standard assault formation of the Kitahara military.

He Beiting stood in front of the sand table and marked the last batch of information on the exotic beasts.

The information from the Azure Scale Dragon's brain has been extracted, but unfortunately, it hasn't been tamed yet.

The main force of the beast tide was located deep in the plateau, about 800 kilometers away from the northern plains.

It consists of 150,000 exotic beasts, with first-tier beasts making up 50%, second-tier beasts making up 40%, third and fourth-tier beasts making up 10% together, and the number of fifth-tier beasts still being confirmed.

However, from the fragments of the dragon hunter's memories, at least a dozen fifth-tier psionic characteristics were identified.

The leading beast king was only at the upper level of the fifth tier, but its race was the Sky Wolf Clan, the royal family of exotic beasts.

The time to strike has come.

Song Chen walked out of the command post.

The 30,000 troops lined up in the square north of the city, looking even more orderly than during the inspection three days earlier.

Song Chen walked to the front of the line, turned around, pushed up his face mask, and revealed his face.

"Three days ago I stood here and told you, this time I won't wait."

"For the past fifty years, it has always been the battlefield chosen by the alien beasts."

"They calmly gather in the wilderness, calmly choose the time to attack, and calmly decide which direction to strike from, while we stand on the city walls, waiting for them to come."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed north.

"This time it's our turn to choose. The battlefield isn't beneath the walls of Beiyuan, but on the plateau 800 kilometers away, at the gathering place of the alien beasts, in a place where the alien beasts least expect us to appear."

"Some of you have guarded Kitahara for ten or twenty years."

"Some have lost comrades, some have lost an ear, and some have lost a few fingers."

"You know better than anyone what lies beneath the walls, but your descendants will never have to go through that."

"If we win this battle, if we scatter the beasts at their gathering place, kill the beast king in the wilderness, and prevent the beast tide from ever taking shape again, then the walls of the Northern Plains will never have to wait for someone to crash into them again."

The square fell silent, the wind making the battle flags flutter in the breeze.

Song Chen pulled up his face mask.

Beiming's helmet covered his face, leaving only a narrow window for his eyes.

Inside the window, the S-class psionic chip was connected to his Eye of Truth, and every flow of psionic energy within a radius of tens of kilometers was clearly laid out in his field of vision.

The Heavenly Blade was drawn from its sheath, its silver blade reflecting the setting sun and the armor plates of the Northern Darkness, the silver and blue intertwining to create a cold light.

The blade points north.

"The entire army,"

Thirty thousand people held their breath in the same instant.

"Attack!"

The entire row of war drums on the North Plains city wall sounded simultaneously, the drumbeats echoing through the gap in the Yinshan Mountains, causing the psionic cannons on the city wall to tremble slightly.

The 30,000-strong army began to move, like a river of steel bursting its banks, heading north.

The cavalry's hooves churned up the frozen earth, the wheels of the psionic cannon array rolled across the wilderness, and the psionic warriors of the troop of superhumans were surrounded by various colored psionic lights.

The battle flag was at the very front of the column, blown taut by the north wind like a sail.

Song Chen walked at the front of the group.

The dark silver armor plates of Beiming flashed a faint blue in the last rays of the setting sun before sinking into the twilight of the Mongolian Plateau.

The blade of the Heavenly Blade pointed north; 800 kilometers away, 150,000 strange beasts were gathering.