Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 73 The Divine Battle Before the Big Exam

The strange phenomenon of the collision between the divine realms had not yet dissipated, and arcs of divine power still flowed across the horizon.

A fierce wind, carrying sand, howled wildly across the desolate plains.

The parched earth cracked open with countless crisscrossing fissures, and the continuous sounds of war drums and horns echoed between heaven and earth.

At one end of the desert, the billowing dust was crushed by dense footsteps.

A large army of halflings formed a square and advanced towards the central battlefield. Their steps were synchronized, their formation impeccable. Behind them, dozens of sturdy pack animals dragged towering black shadows as the army advanced.

The colossal object emerged from the sandstorm: dozens of giant catapults advancing towards the enemy.

It was continuously improved and crafted by halfling craftsmen over a hundred years. The wood of the vehicle body was taken from the hardest ironwood in the divine realm, which was polished by wind and sand and repeatedly soaked in oil. It is unmarked by knife cuts and unmarked by fire. The rope on the winch is woven from the tendons of wild beasts mixed with tough iron vines, and it makes a sharp sound like a bowstring when it is tightened.

They were gradually pushed to the high ground, their greatest purpose in being born was to deal with the superhumans, to tear apart the enemy ranks, and to win this long-promised divine war for the gods they believed in.

As the halfling formation approached, the winches of the catapults began to turn slowly, and the halflings in front slowed their pace.

As the gale subsided and the fog dissipated, an army clad in iron armor emerged.

Metal armor clad his tall frame, and the heavy iron spears and battle axes gleamed in the dim light. These weapons weren't particularly refined; their surfaces even retained the rough texture of rudimentary forging techniques. But no one doubted their fortitude.

The trait of "Strength" endows the Smoldering Clan with physiques far exceeding those of ordinary people, allowing them to easily don iron armor, and even when fully armed, it does not hinder their movement. Their "Genetic Memory" makes them natural warriors.

Thousands of salarymen are the soldiers advancing

Spears stood like a forest, iron shields like a wall, and the clanging sounds of armor plates colliding and rubbing together formed a sea.

This torrent of steel stretched across the wasteland, silently awaiting the arrival of the enemy.

Xin Zang stepped out from the crowd, looked at the enemy formation in the distance, and marveled at the enormous weapon of the halflings.

"The tribe's craftsmen once mentioned a similar idea to me, but in my opinion, such a weapon might be very effective in battles between ordinary races, but it might not have another chance to be used against extraordinary forces."

But unexpectedly, these alien races actually put it into practice, and on such a massive scale.

"Shinzo, we shouldn't underestimate any enemy, but they don't seem to be warriors who have reached the extraordinary level," Chang said from the side.

"Hmm... They're all mortals, so it's no wonder they've focused their technological development on this."

As he aged, Xin Zang's control over his inner fire became increasingly proficient. At a glance, there were no noticeable enemies among the dense dots of light in the distance. Most of them were weak and frail, consisting mainly of slaves and servants, and their weapon-making skills were still at the Bronze Age level.

"Let me give it a try," said Xin Zang, taking the pure iron spear handed to him by his clansmen.

The spear was heavy in my hand. The shaft and tip were made of cast iron and were a single piece, making it difficult for even a brave warrior to lift.

He carried his spear and walked a short distance forward.

The extraordinary power within his body circulated through his meridians, and dark golden flames leaped from his palm, winding and climbing along the black spear shaft, enveloping the entire spear in illusory flames.

Ahead, the winches of the halfling camp were already tightened. The halfling craftsman operating the catapult waved his flag.

The mechanisms of several catapults were pulled simultaneously, and the sharp sound of bowstrings snapping tore through the wind of the wasteland.

Several massive boulders, each the size of a millstone, hurtled through the air with a whooshing sound, tracing high arcs as they crashed into the Xin Clan's army.

But then Xin Cang took a half step back with his right leg, using his waist and back to pull his upper body into the shape of a fully drawn bow. The pure iron spear in his hand flew out.

The spear transformed into a dark golden streak, soaring upwards against the falling boulders.

In mid-air, the spear shattered a boulder at the front, sending fragments flying in all directions like raindrops.

The spear, its momentum undiminished, carrying its remaining force, plunged straight into the distant halfling formation.

The towering iron-framed wooden catapult emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound. Spears pierced the supporting main shaft, and dark golden flames exploded within the wooden structure.

Even the ironwood, under the corrosive power of the extraordinary force, could not withstand the immense tension of the mechanism and collapsed on the spot. The massive lever, along with its counterweight box, crashed into the densely packed square of halflings, screams erupting everywhere, forcefully clearing a space.

Despite losing one catapult, the remaining siege weapons still managed to complete their first volley.

The boulder fell into the army of the Xin Clan.

"Raise your shields!" Chang shouted.

The front-row Spirit Warriors raised their heavy shields in unison, their legs digging into the mud, their shoulders bracing against the back of the shields.

The boulder crashed against the iron shield with a deafening roar. The soldiers in the front ranks were thrown backward by the force, their feet carving deep furrows in the barren, muddy ground.

Several soldiers were caught off guard and crushed by the boulder, their blood splattering as they fell in the midst of the battle.

But the defenses did not collapse as a result.

The "Strong" trait endows them with extraordinary vitality and resilience. The "Touch of the Storm" grants them the power to cling to life even when near death; their souls refuse death and only require swift healing.

The long-range suppression failed to break through the defenses, and what followed was close combat.

The halfling commander drew his short sword and pointed it at the steel torrent ahead.

The bugle sounded.

A dense swarm of halfling infantry surged forth like a tide. Their equipment was far inferior to that of the Necromancers; most wore hard leather armor and carried short spears and daggers. However, their sheer numbers gave them an advantage, and they displayed a fearless and valiant spirit.

Xin Zang did not look at the collapsed siege weapons again.

He took out the Five Weapons Axe from his waist.

The original creation, divinely bestowed weapons, the lifeblood of the human king.

"The gods are watching us." Xin Zang raised his battle axe high, dark golden flames leaping on the blade, illuminating his serene face. "Advance."

Spears laid flat, iron shields as solid as walls.

Thousands of armored Spirit warriors marched forward, launching a counter-charge against the wave of halflings.

Above the clouds.

Divine powers clashed, and the weather shifted, suggesting that a battle between the gods was ongoing.