Chapter 565: . Hundred combat districts total star commander (1)

Book 565. Sector Grand Marshal of the Hundred Great Battlefields (1)

When the purple sun swelled fiercely to a certain extreme, like the turning of a tide at its zenith,

all light vanished rapidly once more.

As everyone’s vision returned to normal and they took in the state of the field, every person’s pupils contracted slightly.

They saw the vast battlefield completely empty, and within the chaotic void, there remained only a single massive,

elliptical sphere of light several tens of kilometers in diameter.

This radiant sphere was enveloped by lightning and flames so dense they had nearly materialized, resembling a giant purplish-red cocoon.

Something seemed to be incubating within it, the sound of a beating heart echoing out, radiating faint traces of a destructive aura.

Everyone looked around blankly, trying to find those exotic beasts, the level-thirteen commander beasts, and Lu Sheng’s figure.

Yet apart from the luminous cocoon before their eyes, nothing else existed.

The white-haired man narrowed his eyes, staring at the cocoon for a moment, before finally and slowly sheathing the bone blade in his hand.

With a casual wave of his arm, he released a swath of ash-white energy, enveloping the luminous cocoon.

Then, turning to the crowd behind him, he said indifferently, "Let us go. We will talk once we return to the base."

The crowd hastily responded, following closely behind the white-haired man as they flew off in a certain direction.

Along the way, they watched the shattered voids around them quickly heal, restoring themselves to their original states,

along with the massive purplish-red-entwined cocoon hovering above their heads.

Everyone shared the sensation of having lived a past life.

The various events they had previously experienced, when thought of now, felt exactly like a dream.

Were it not for the many companions missing from their sides, and the fact that many still bore wounds of varying severity, they would hardly dare believe

it had truly taken place.

Bizarre, absurd—

yet unforgettable for a lifetime.

The group followed the white-haired man in a daze, flying for an unknown duration, until one of the two guides suddenly

spoke up, saying, "We have arrived."

The crowd raised their heads, only then realizing they had finally, in the truest sense, arrived at this so-called Hetero-Space Battlefield.

What first presented itself before their eyes was an incomparably massive, black cone-shaped structure.

Floating in the void, it extended upward and downward for an unknown countless tens of thousands of kilometers, looking like a colossal war fortress.

Floating around the war fortress were countless spaceships and giant vessels of varying sizes.

All of this was shrouded within a layer of translucent blue light membrane, giving off an incomparably shocking, incomparably grand impression.

While the host of martial artists was still immersed in the immense impact this battlefield base brought them, several spaceships had already flown out from within the light membrane,

and warriors wearing combat suits and holding weapons descended from the vessels.

"Lord Haige Blade!"

This group of people took the initiative to salute and greet the white-haired man.

The latter merely nodded slightly, paying no heed to the crowd he had brought back behind him, and after a moment's consideration, he placed the massive

purplish-red cocoon in his hand in the area outside the light membrane, saying, "Assign two people to guard it."

Having said that, he stepped directly into the light membrane, vanishing from sight in a flash.

The people from the base dispatched two individuals to stay behind by the purplish-red cocoon, while the rest quickly went forward to welcome the many

martial artists brought back by the white-haired man.

What they would face next was a series of rigorous background checks and interrogations.

Only those who passed completely would be qualified to enter the base; otherwise, they would face only two outcomes: forced repatriation or total banishment to the

Hetero-Space Battlefield.

When Haige Blade reappeared, he was already upon that massive, cone-shaped war fortress.

The place was a hub of activity, with no shortage of personnel passing to and fro.

Every individual appearing here possessed a strength of at least level eleven.

As one of the few level-thirteen powerhouses of this battlefield, the distinctly styled Haige Blade was well known to many.

As he walked along the path, many people stopped in their tracks, respectfully greeting him, "Lord Haige Blade."

Haige Blade’s expression remained indifferent as he strode into the fortress hall of the base, then rode the central circular elevator all the way down.

Until the elevator stopped, presenting before his eyes a spacious, bright hall full of a sense of technology and the future.

It was very quiet here, with only a short-haired girl of exquisite features wearing a white protective suit sitting on a chair, drinking something.

Seeing Haige Blade enter, the short-haired girl immediately stood up, saying with some surprise, "Lord Haige Blade has actually returned so

quickly? I thought it would take at least seven or eight cosmic days...

Could it be that by the time my Lord arrived, that squad of recruits had already kicked the bucket?"

"Where did you learn that new word from again? Martha."

Haige Blade glanced at the girl, saying indifferently, "The people have been successfully brought back. I want to see the Grand Marshal now. Is he busy?"

The short-haired girl playfully stuck out her tongue, replying, "The Grand Marshal is inside, but whether he is busy or not, I do not know. I

can report to him for you..."

"Be quick about it."

Haige Blade urged, and then found a random seat in the hall to sit down.

Haige Blade did not wait for very long before the short-haired girl returned.

"The Grand Marshal is expecting you, Lord Haige Blade."

Haige Blade nodded, then strode toward the deeper parts of the hall.

The doors along the path opened one after another, and Haige Blade walked all the way until he stood before a towering, massive metal door.

As the door slowly slid open, what presented itself before his eyes was an incomparably spacious and empty room.

There was only a single piece of furniture within the room, and that was a huge metal long table that occupied nearly half the space.

Seated before the table was a hulking and majestic six-armed giant nearly ten meters in height.

The giant possessed six eyes, two of which were currently gazing at Haige Blade, his mouth letting out a deep, majestic voice: "Haige."

"Greetings, Lord Mokeduo."

The Skeleton-Extreme Blade bowed respectfully before the six-armed, six-eyed giant.

The Hundred Great Star Regions were governed by two Star Lords: one presided over the Hundred Great Star Regions within this universe, while the other held vigil at the corresponding Alternate-Space Battlefield.

Their statuses were equal; their powers nearly identical—both stood at the Fourteenth Level of Martial Dao, transcendent cosmic masters who had grasped the domain of Law-Side comprehension.

And the towering figure before him was one of them.

In both rank and might, he was a being whom the Skeleton-Extreme Blade could only look up to with reverence.

“As I understand it,” the giant began, voice resonant, “you’ve only just returned from your latest assignment.”

Even as he spoke, four of his eyes scanned distinct directions, while four of his arms—aside from the two resting calmly upon the desk—swiftly manipulated data across several floating holographic panels.

The Skeleton-Extreme Blade, accustomed to such multitasking, replied solemnly: “It is precisely because of this mission that I have come to seek your counsel, Lord.”

“Oh? Was there something unusual?”

“I believe so,” he answered. “The assault on the rookie squad appears to have been carried out by one of the Forgotten Sovereign’s underlings. I inadvertently incurred its curse, causing a temporal distortion in my perception.”

“You failed to rescue them?” The giant’s brow furrowed slightly.

“No.”

The Skeleton-Extreme Blade shook his head. “Quite the contrary, Supreme Star Lord. Not only did the rookies return—but the number of survivors far exceeded our expectations.”

“What do you mean?” Surprise flickered in the giant’s gaze.

The Skeleton-Extreme Blade paused briefly, then lifted his head, locking eyes with the giant, Mokodo, and spoke, each word deliberate, precise:

“This squad received aid from a Thirteenth-Level cultivator who has mastered the Law of Thunder.

He slew the creature. By the time I arrived, the battle was already over.”

“Thirteenth-Level… *Law of Thunder*?!”

The moment the words left his lips, Mokodo’s arms froze mid-motion, his six eyes snapping instantly toward the Skeleton-Extreme Blade. His face twisted with profound astonishment, his deep voice rising sharply in pitch.

The resonance of his chest echoed through the vast, silent chamber.

“Haige—you are certain? A Thirteenth-Level who has comprehended the Law of Thunder?!”