"An Angel... is this the body of an Angel Lord?"
"Oh my god, I feel like I could punch a mountain apart right now."
"It's too strong. Was this power really bestowed upon us?"
Excited gasps erupted from the crowd.
They tentatively flapped their wings, and their bodies actually lifted lightly into the air.
The thrill of instantly transforming from an ant into a superhuman maximized their loyalty to the Divine Church.
"Silence."
At this moment, Randy's voice resonated in their minds once more, majestic and grand.
"Go forth, my Angels."
"Fly in all directions and sweep across the wilderness."
"Bring the enslaved and oppressed humans back here so they too can bask in the Divine Church's glory. Any monster that dares to obstruct you shall be executed without mercy."
"Yes."
Thousands of newly reborn Angels roared in unison, their voices shaking the sky.
"Thank you, Lord Bishop."
"We shall surely fight for humanity and shed our last drop of blood for the Divine Church."
Boom!
The next second, thousands of figures soared into the sky, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, roaring toward the target areas already scouted by the Endermen.
If the ascent of those thousand earlier was just the prelude, then this moment was the true climax.
Randy stood on the high platform, and everywhere his gaze fell was a dense, dark mass.
That was an army of several million zombies.
Among them were not only formations controlled by elite soldiers from mainland America but also a large number of survivors from the zombie World.
That region has been completely taken over by America, and countless survivors have found new value and strength here through Soul-Linking Technology.
Of course, besides the combat personnel, many more people were controlling Endermen to provide logistical support.
After all, feeding and maintaining a several-million-strong army—even though zombies don't need to eat or use the restroom—tasks like transporting building materials still amount to an astronomical figure.
"Directors of all units, move out."
Randy gave the order, his voice spreading throughout the field via loudspeakers.
"America Sector One, move out."
"America Sector Two, move out"..."America Sector Twenty, move out."
"America 2 - Sector One, move out."
The so-called America 2 represents the designation for the zombie World.
Since that place is already American territory, it naturally cannot be named after zombies.
Following loud slogans, neat formations of ten thousand people each soared into the sky.
The takeoff of every formation was like a dark cloud obscuring the sky.
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions... In just a moment, the entire sky was filled with these terrifying figures.
The moonlight was completely obscured, casting a suffocating shadow upon the earth.
"This is the invincible army of a Purely Physical World."
Randy looked up at this spectacular sight and nodded in satisfaction.
"Without the constraints of rules, this is a bulldozer."
Brett City, Lord's Mansion Castle.
The castle was situated at the highest point of the city. At this moment, a large hole had broken open in the ceiling of the castle tower, and bright moonlight poured down like a waterfall.
Sitting on a huge stone chair was a burly, white-furred werewolf named Falric.
Unlike those low-level Werewolves who hunched their backs, he was muscular and sat with the domineering posture of a king.
He was currently closing his eyes, greedily absorbing the essence of the moonlight and enjoying the thrill of his power slowly increasing.
"Reporting, My Lord."
An attendant werewolf quickly walked in and knelt on one knee.
"Julian is here."
"Hmm?"
Falric slightly furrowed his brow and slowly opened his pair of spectral green eyes.
"Why isn't that old Vampire rotting in his own coffin? What's he doing here? Let him in."
Soon, a gigantic black Bat flew in through the doorway and transformed into a cloud of black mist upon landing.
The black mist dissipated, revealing a man in a black tailcoat, pale but extremely handsome—it was the Vampire Lord, Julian.
"Falric."
As soon as Julian appeared, he spoke coldly.
"Why can't you stay properly in your den? Why must you indulge your subordinates in breaking the rules?"
"What rules?"
Falric didn't even lift an eyelid.
"Stop pretending."
A flash of anger crossed Julian's eyes. He instantly closed the distance and grabbed Falric's collar.
"What did we agree upon back then? That we would share Brett City together, and split the human resources fifty-fifty. But now look, your wolf pups are wantonly hunting humans, chewing them up directly without even draining the blood! What are my people supposed to drink? Air?"
"Let go."
Falric suddenly waved his hand, and a massive force shoved Julian away.
He dusted off his collar and said casually.
"Fine, I'll restrain them. My little ones have had a slightly bigger appetite lately."
"Hmph."
Julian sneered and straightened his ruffled tailcoat.
"Falric, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. Aren't you about to break through from Fifth-Tier Howling Moon Lord to Sixth-Tier Silver Blood Wolf King?"
Falric's eyes narrowed, and killing intent flickered.
"Don't think that if you truly break through to Sixth-Tier, I won't have a way to deal with you."
Julian turned around and walked toward the window. Before leaving, he tilted his head and gave a meaningful cold smile.
"If you don't control your subordinates, then you'd better pray you survive until the day you break through to Sixth-Tier."
Poof!
As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly transformed into countless tiny Bats, flying out the window and disappearing into the night.
"Damn it, that old bastard."
Falric watched the direction Julian departed, feeling a headache coming on.
His original plan was to uproot the old Vampire after breaking through to Sixth-Tier, but he hadn't expected the other party to have seen through everything already. And that confidence just now... Having schemed against each other for so many years, he knew Julian never joked. If he said he had a way to kill him, it definitely wasn't an exaggeration.
"Someone!"
Falric bellowed.
The attendant werewolf ran in again.
"My Lord."
"Pass on my order: tell the subordinates to behave themselves lately. Don't push those Vampires too far."
Falric said in a deep voice.
"Also, urge the Rumbarg Duchy side to immediately send over all the Moonlight Stones absorbed by the Altars. Not a single one can be missing. That old fellow's condition is strange; I must break through as soon as possible."
"Yes, I will arrange it immediately."
Rumbarg Duchy, Border Fortress.
The Rumbarg Duchy had already fallen into chaos.
Countless newly converted zombies were flying back while carrying bewildered human survivors, a scene unnoticed by the fortress garrison.
That was because the werewolf garrison of the fortress was currently facing a much greater terror.
On the city wall, several Werewolves responsible for patrolling were wandering around listlessly.
Suddenly, one sharp-eyed werewolf stopped, looking suspiciously toward the horizon.
"What... is that?"
In the distant night sky, dense black dots were rapidly growing larger.
"Vampires?"
The nearby werewolf frowned.
"What are these dead bats doing here in the middle of the night?"