The Eighth Gate is in grave danger! A slave army has been born!

Lin Yuan's calm voice was like the final heavy hammer that shattered everyone's sanity.

The entire central plaza remained deathly silent.

Tens of thousands of elites from the Human Alliance watched the group of Blackstone Clan captives, who, just a second ago, had been unyielding to the death, but were now groveling on the ground like docile sheep.

Then they looked at the bloody, empty zone that had been cleared out by the "Nine Races Elimination Game."

A chill that was hard to describe surged in everyone's hearts.

Ruthless!

Too fucking ruthless!

This kind of method could no longer be described as merely "ruthless."

This is a devil!

This is the abyss!

General Barton's rugged face turned from white to red, and from red to white.

He looked at Lin Yuan's back, his gaze complex to the extreme.

He considered himself a ruthless character who acted decisively in killing, but compared to the person before him, he felt as innocent as a newborn baby.

In Vladimir's gloomy eyes, there was undisguised dread.

He suddenly understood why Lin Yuan could cut through heavens punishment with a single sword, and why he could make the Martial God stand by him.

This man possessed more than just the power to destroy the heavens and annihilate the earth.

He also had a heart colder than ten-thousand-year black ice, and more indifferent than the vacuum of the Universe!

He didn't care about any rules or any morality at all.

He only cared about value.

"Ahem..."

In the end, it was Qin Pojun who broke this suffocating silence.

He looked at Lin Yuan, and in that single eye, besides reverence, there was now a more fanatical trust.

Ruthless?

So what!

How many human compatriots have the alien races slaughtered? Were their methods not ruthless?

In a place like the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield where it's a matter of life and death, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to one's own people!

Furthermore...

The significance of Lin Yuan's action went far beyond simply subduing a group of slaves!

"Your Excellency!"

Qin Pojun stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly from excitement.

He pointed to the area on the star map behind Black Stone Pass that was marked as the "Death Route."

"Capturing Black Stone Pass means we have opened up the shortest route to the eighth pass of the demon suppressing system — the 'Gate of Heavens Fall'!"

His voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The Gate of Heavens Fall!

That was a super fortress in the demon suppressing system that was more important and had a higher strategic status than Black Stone Pass!

"According to the latest intelligence, at the very same time we were attacking Black Stone Pass, the eighth pass was being fiercely besieged by two major powerful races: the 'Void Zerg' and the 'Abyssal Demon Kin'!"

"The defense line is in critical danger!"

Qin Pojun's voice became incomparably grave.

"If we can break in from this route, we can strike those bastards hard from behind!"

"This will be decisive for the entire war situation of the demon suppressing system!"

Boom!

In the minds of all the generals, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded!

They instantly understood the profound significance of Lin Yuan's move!

A safe route to the eighth pass!

An absolutely obedient slave legion that could be used as cannon fodder to consume the enemy's firepower!

What did the combination of these two things mean?

It meant they would become a surprise force capable of turning the entire war situation around!

"I… I understand now!"

General Barton slapped his thigh, the shock on his face instantly turning into wild joy!

"Your Excellency is far-sighted! I, Barton, am convinced! Completely convinced!"

Vladimir also nodded slowly, the dread in his eyes turning into grave contemplation.

He had already begun to simulate the upcoming tactics in his mind.

Everyone's gaze focused on Lin Yuan once again.

Waiting for the final order from their Commander-in-Chief.

Lin Yuan turned around and glanced at the group of Blackstone Clan members who were still groveling on the ground, not daring to move.

"Then, let's set off."

His voice retained that light and breezy tone.

"Let them walk at the very front."

…

One hour later.

The starport of Black Stone Pass became busy again.

But this time, it was no longer for celebration, but for tense pre-war preparations.

Thousands of Blackstone Clan captives were driven out from the prisons.

Under the absolute deterrence of the "Bloodline Chain" forbidden spell, they offered no resistance, as compliant as a group of domesticated livestock.

The soldiers of the Longxiang Army put crude armor on them and issued them the most basic weapons.

Then, they organized them into an independent special legion.

— "Rock Corps."

It took the meaning of "firm as a rock," and also hinted at their fate as cannon fodder.

Watching this silent and oppressive slave legion composed of their former mortal enemies.

The soldiers of the Longxiang Army present felt incredibly complex emotions.

There was satisfaction, there was relief.

But more than that, it was a reverence from the depths of their Soul for the man who had created all of this.

"Report, Your Excellency! The Rock Corps has finished assembling!"

An officer came before Lin Yuan and saluted to report.

His voice carried a trace of trembling that he himself had not noticed.

Lin Yuan merely nodded indifferently.

He didn't even glance at that so-called "Rock Corps."

In his eyes, these Blackstone Clan members had ceased to be living beings the moment the forbidden spell was planted in them.

They were merely tools with different attributes and values.

"Report, Your Excellency! Left flank army, Aegis Legion, ready!"

"Report, Your Excellency! Right flank army, Azure Wolf Legion, ready!"

The voices of Barton and Vladimir also sounded one after another through the communication channel.

Their tone was more than ten times more respectful than before.

"Set off."

Lin Yuan stood up from the command chair and walked to the porthole of the dragon charger's bridge.

He looked at the deep, boundless Universe outside the window and uttered two words.

Rumble—!!!

Three massive fleets, along with the silent "Rock Corps" walking at the very front, formed an unprecedented torrent of steel.

Engines roared, ten thousand cannons ready to fire!

Sweeping mightily toward that Star Domain once hailed as the "Death Route."