Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 346 Overwhelming Military Strength

Forman replied affirmatively to Xuan Yuan Muze, "Of course, esteemed friend. However, it's not through technological means but through spiritual particles. These spiritual particles are engraved with runes by His Majesty the Dragon God, giving each particle the ability to cast super-level magic. Moreover, they can gather together to cast spells, reaching up to the thirteenth-level forbidden magic. Therefore, repairing damaged space is not too difficult for them. Magical methods are actually a level higher than technology, but I cannot explain it to you in more detail. I am just a roughneck and only have a superficial understanding of many things, so I cannot explain them to you. You can go back to the Academy of Science and Technology, where the scholars will explain the difference between technology and magic to you."

Xuanyuan Muze nodded to indicate that he understood. Then he looked at the big screen and saw the planet that had become flat begin to fold slowly back into a planet. The scene in front of him gave Xuanyuan Muze a clear understanding of the military strength of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races. The terrifying army in front of him, which was not only highly skilled but also possessed advanced technology, was enough to crush all the powerful enemies that mankind could imagine.

However, Xuanyuan Muze still didn't understand and asked Forman, "Why are you using such primitive methods to attack the enemy? Logically speaking, you could have simply used long-range strikes to wipe out these planets. Why do you still have to carry out such a laborious and thankless military operation?"

Forman explained helplessly, "Why do you think conquering these planets is a thankless task? Let me put it this way: in terms of transportation, we have warp and space beacons provided by spirit particles, allowing us to conduct ultra-long-distance expeditions with extremely low resource consumption. So, economically speaking, isn't it far more cost-effective for us to come here with our fleets and conquer these planets than to use ultra-long-range destructive strikes? After all, the resources on these planets are real benefits, and who would do something that doesn't make a profit?"

Furthermore, I don't know what kind of military knowledge your hometown instilled in you, but to be honest, you seem to have no concept of a real high-level battlefield. A real high-level battlefield is one that only a demigod like me can participate in, one that can ignore the existence of most technological means. Therefore, many of the high-tech weapons that you think are high-tech are actually useless on a real high-level battlefield, and a real high-level battlefield is actually very simple.

Demigods like us would at most fight enemies wearing armor inscribed with runes and melee weapons, our equipment as simple as that of primitive people. You might think this is like children playing house, but to be honest, my friend, you've never been there, so you have no idea how terrifying this kind of battlefield is.

Imagine a group of beings who can survive in space, whose internal energy can be measured in stars. They freely release their energy throughout the universe, unleashing long-range attacks with a flick of their fingers—far beyond the reach of any technological civilization. Why would they need the high-tech weapons you imagine? Their specially crafted melee weapons are actually designed to deal with beings at the demigod level or higher. These powerful beings have reached the pinnacle of energy resistance; to break through their defenses, you need a more destructive method. Melee weapons that, when amplified by divine power, can easily pierce a god's body are naturally the best choice. My friend, don't underestimate the gods; the aftershocks of their wars alone could kill your homeland billions of times over.

In such a battlefield, science simply cannot intervene unless it reaches the level of a technological god, because our demigod-like physical bodies have already begun to influence the laws of the universe. Many weapons that you find terrifying are actually no threat to our lives. In fact, technological civilizations, before reaching their pinnacle, don't even qualify to participate in truly high-level battlefields.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Muze asked again, "What is the God of Technology?"

Forman explained, "I'm not really sure either. All I know is that this is His Majesty the Dragon God's name for the pinnacle of technological civilization. Being called the God of Technology means that this civilization has reached its limit and is qualified to participate in the War of the Gods. I don't know much else. After all, I'm a soldier and I'm not interested in anything other than fighting, so I don't know much about it. If you're interested, I suggest you go to the Academy of Sciences or the Magic Academy. Those guys are very smart, unlike me, a roughneck who only has a general understanding of these things."

"Alright then, by the way, I wanted to ask how many nations of myriad races have combat power at the demigod level like yours?"

Forman stroked his chin, thought for a while, and said, "There are probably around 800 million warriors like me. After all, these outer military bases used to be managed by experienced legendary warriors. Demigod warriors like me could stay in the main universe and train near His Majesty the Dragon God. However, with the development of the Kingdom of Myriad Races, demigod warriors like me are no longer considered high-level combat power. Moreover, I am not very strong among demigod warriors, so I was sent to the military base to be responsible for training new recruits."

But there's nothing I can do about it. I've exhausted all my potential, but I still can't break through to the level of a divine prodigy. Alas, it's a pity. I might not be able to see the majestic figure of His Majesty the Dragon God fighting against the gods one last time before I die..."

As Forman spoke of this, he seemed to be lost in memories. Xuan Yuan Muze also thought of Agreed in his mind. It was really hard for Xuan Yuan Muze to imagine what the emperor, who was always so kind and gentle, would look like in battle.

Just then, Forman's adjutant came over and reported, "Sir, the spaceship responsible for mining this planet has also arrived, but they say that the planet is too intact and the mining area is insufficient, which would be a waste of time. They asked if we could use the main cannon to smash the planet into pieces. Sir, do you think we should agree to their request?"

At this moment, Foreman came to his senses and said, "It's just about smashing this planet, why do we need to use the main cannon? Open the hatch and I'll go out and help them with this little favor."

Then Forman walked out of the command room and rushed to the nearby hatch. Xuan Yuan Muze then asked his adjutant, "Are you guys crazy? How can he destroy that metal planet by himself?"

The adjutant, looking at the large screen in front of him, said without turning his head, "You really have no concept of demigods. Just watch, and perhaps what you're about to see will give you a clear understanding of the military strength of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races."

Xuanyuan Muze looked at the large screen and saw a point of light flying towards the metal planet. The point of light then hit the planet and disappeared without a trace. However, after a while, the point of light shot out from the other side of the planet. At the same time, huge visible cracks appeared on the planet. At this time, Forman had already flown back to the flagship. Just then, the cracks widened further. Although the metal planet stopped rotating due to the destruction of the 'high-density dynamic core' inside the planet, it still broke into pieces of varying sizes due to inertia.

After witnessing this scene, Xuan Yuan Mu Ze turned back in horror to look at Forman, who had already returned to the command room with a calm and composed expression. He had casually destroyed a planet larger than Blue Star, and the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races must have at least... 800 million warriors like that!