Chapter 1943: 803, go to death with great generosity, a promise is worth a thousand gold pieces

If Han Muye hadn’t seen the memories preserved within the flying vessel, he wouldn’t have imagined that the Lu family, one of the seven families of the divine realm, would face such a dire situation.

Actually, for the divine realm, even if the Lu family were to be annihilated, it wouldn’t have much impact; another family would simply take its place among the seven.

There is no lack of families with comparable strength in the divine realm, nor a shortage of sect forces with formidable power.

For countless years, the divine realm, unyielding as iron, has witnessed the ebb and flow of worldly families.

Just like the foreign race of the Giant Beam Continent, if they really can’t be suppressed, then acknowledging them as a part of the divine realm would suffice.

As long as they a.s.similate into the divine realm, they will eventually be integrated.

“From this perspective, it’s likely that there is more than one power plotting against the Lu family,” Han Muye withdrew his hand, looking at the vessel in front of him, and whispered softly.

Merely the rebellion of Giant Beam Continent couldn’t possibly push the Lu family to such an extent.

Within this, there must be major forces in the divine realm, or even several uniting, that could plunge the Lu family into their current difficult position.

This explained why Lu Zixu had appeared in the void originally.

The elite disciples of the Lu family must have been dispatched to look for opportunities across the void, seeking ways to extricate the Lu family from this quagmire.

Lu Zixu said that the Lu Family Patriarch once wanted to personally invite Han Muye.

From this, it seems that the Lu family truly valued Han Muye’s a.s.sistance with repairing the Puppet Fighters.

With one step, Han Muye’s figure flew down into the cabin of the flying vessel.

In the cabin, dozens of boxes of various colors were scattered about.

All these boxes were sealed with talismans and interwoven spiritual symbols.

Lifting his hand to bring one of the boxes into his grasp, endless Flowing Lights twinkled on the fingertips of Han Muye, activating the spiritual symbols on it.

The talismans vibrated, then condensed into a golden spiritual symbol on the lid of the box.

The box automatically opened, revealing a segment of a war spear stored within.

Looking damaged, the spear appeared blotchy, as if about to break.

Han Muye had seen such a war spear in the hands of Lu Zixu before.

Upon closer inspection now, the war spear seemed to be the standard weapon of an ancient sect.

The weapons of ancient times, crafted from the most top-tier spiritual materials, harbored great power, boasting Cosmic Level Combat Power.

Lifting his hand to grip the war spear, when it was removed from the two-foot-long wooden box, there was a twisting force struggling inside the spear.

“Hum”

An endless tide of memories poured into Han Muye’s mind.

It was a scenario of an extremely brutal battle.

A battle formation with three thousand long spears in hand, facing tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of eight-winged and ten-winged beings from the foreign race.

“Spirit Armor Sect.”

This was the sect where the three thousand long spear battle formation originated.

Han Muye could see that the Spirit Armor Sect was an ancient sect, likely a legacy from the same era as the Liantian Sect.

However, the Liantian Sect was not known to have such a fully equipped battle formation of black armor and war spears at that time.

Perhaps such a battle formation was established later, specifically to combat the foreign race.

The black armor was also the foundation of the Spirit Armor Sect.

Lifting the lid of another wooden box, sure enough, he saw a piece of slightly damaged black armor inside.

In the cabin, there were a total of thirteen sets of black armor, thirteen long spears, and one golden battle sword; all were damaged.

From this battle sword, Han Muye saw forces from different parts of ancient times uniting to form an army capable of resisting the foreign race.

The previous owner of this battle sword had been a Sword Dao Sage from the ancient Fearless Sword Sect.

“Battle formations, black armor, and ultimately to Puppet Fighters, this process of evolution seems to have a well-ordered transmission,” Han Muye muttered, holding the hilt and feeling the sublime power transmitted from within the sword.

The strength of the foreign race lay in their lowest combatants wielding Galaxy Universe eighth level and ninth level strength and being adept at combining forces.

This kind of combination could summon the ancestral phantom of the Canaan Tribe under the leadership of a Canaan King, immediately sweeping through their adversaries with overwhelming power.

Many sects throughout the Galaxy Universe were breached by such an army.

Forming an army to counter another using military formations was also an act of necessity.

“Boom”

A roaring sound came from afar, followed by more than a dozen figures flying towards Han Muye’s location.

Han Muye waved his hand to collect all the wooden boxes before stepping out of the flying vessel.

By this time, those dozens of figures had already landed.

“This is our Lu family’s flying vessel.”

“Blacksmith, it’s reinforcements.”

“Quick, our pursuers have arrived, you go first.”

Several voices rang out as the descending figures surrounded the flying vessel where Han Muye stood, then a few spiritual lights fell, enveloping the vessel.

The vessel trembled slightly, hovering slowly.

Han Muye looked at these people.

Their cultivation abilities ranged mostly between Sage level and Divine, either controlling black armor or controlling Puppet Fighters, with exceptionally good weapons in hand.

Sensing Han Muye’s observation, the leading middle-aged man turned and said, “I am Lu Zizheng, the commander of the Zhenyue Guard stationed on the Giant Beam Continent for the Lu family.”

This Lu Zizheng was the only one among them capable of controlling a Primordial-level Battle Puppet.

Wielding a Primordial-level Battle Puppet on his own, his personal power must be at least Primordial divine-level.

“This time, the Canaan Tribe has been plotting for a long time. They’ve destroyed all the teleportation arrays on the Giant Beam Continent that connect to the divine realm, and there will be no reinforcements in the short term,” Lu Zizheng said, looking solemnly at the people beside him.

No reinforcements.

This was an incredibly perilous situation.

“Therefore, the commander and the elders have instructed that all blacksmiths must be well protected and escorted intact to the base,” Lu Zizheng raised his head to watch the figures swooping in from a distance, with his long saber raised.

The few others around him also raised their weapons.

Han Muye focused on those approaching figures.

Two-winged, four-winged, four arms, three eyes.

Outside of Kunwu, he had once taken action to slay many such figures.