"Today marks the beginning of our resolute counterattack!"

The Third Apostle stood at the bow of the ironclad giant ship, hands behind their back, gazing at their Destructive Fleet under their command.

After patience and development, they now possessed extremely powerful firepower.

It must be said, the ocean's capacity far exceeds that of the land, supporting a higher development ceiling for them.

Battle ships, War Patrols, Carriers, Naval Guns, Cruisers, Gunships, Heavy Cruisers, Light Cruisers, Destroyers...

Even the smallest Destroyer, in terms of tonnage and firepower, was something land-based military vehicles could only dream of matching.

The Third Apostle executed a brilliant strategy of trading space for time.

They ceded the vast expanses of land to Lette, allowing him to occupy and assimilate these territories while rapidly advancing their development in the deep sea.

On this broader stage, they painted an extraordinarily magnificent spectacle!

And now, the time for revenge had arrived.

"We will feint attacks on all sides, then concentrate our forces for a surprise assault on his largest coastal military port!"

The Third Apostle was very confident in their plan: "I believe his forces surely won't have time to regroup.

When the time comes, we will use this as a starting point to destroy all his coastal cities.

Then we'll directly follow the inland rivers upstream, reducing his internal heavy industrial cities to ashes.

By the time he reacts, it will already be too late!

Hahaha!

Now the ocean already belongs to us. Once we completely annihilate the land, the game of life and death will enter a countdown to our victory!

The world will ultimately be ours!"

Some of the other Apostles were a bit unwilling: "Our strength is already so formidable, dozens of times that of the previous war.

With fierce firepower and numerous ships! Why bother with a surprise attack?

Wouldn't it be better to engage in open warfare directly?"

"You don't understand anything! We need the element of surprise! We need to minimize losses.

We absolutely cannot allow the enemy any time to respond! This also ensures the safety of our plan.

Who among you can guarantee that, once the battle starts, he won't pull out a completely new card?"

After the Third Apostle finished speaking, the entire war conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Indeed, no one could be sure.

This was Holy Sin Wright, the wielder of emergent concepts.

Not to mention not knowing if he already has a ready card up his sleeve, if the war turns into a tug-of-war, who knows if he might conjure a card nobody expected?

This man is full of uncertainties; we absolutely cannot take this risk.

The Third Apostle was both satisfied and helpless with everyone's reaction: "Therefore, we must launch a blitzkrieg, seizing victory at lightning speed, giving him no time to react!

Delays lead to changes!

Now I declare, the army will commence the battle immediately! Return to your positions and oversee this great war!"

The effects of emergence are indiscriminate between friend and foe.

On the side of the Gate of Truth, an abundance of awakened mechanical species also emerged.

However, these Gods dare not easily use these awakened mechanical species, even though they are exceptionally elite.

Yet, those mechanical species, if excellent enough, will awaken under the effects of emergence.

This results in the war machine species under the Gate of Truth's camp, though producing excellent individuals daily, none are utilized effectively; instead, they are closely monitored or even confined and destroyed.

When the excellent are culled, the entire group naturally becomes mediocre.

Helplessly, the Gate of Truth had to let the Gods personally take over some management positions.

Fortunately, this time they came with enough people, so even though Lette killed half of them, many Gods remained to manage the troops and factories.

But this also means they are about to personally enter the battlefield, facing the terror of Holy Sin Wright.

"Attack!"

The Destructive Fleet split into five groups, with four small fleets responsible for harassment and distraction.

Meanwhile, the main force of the Destructive Fleet quietly approached the enemy's most prosperous commercial port.

However, as they grandiosely neared the waters adjacent to the commercial port, suddenly a macro cannon's firing beam pierced the sky, directly hitting a heavy cruiser up ahead.

The powerful energy shockwave melted the ship, subsequently extending its force, further reducing the three cruisers behind it to ashes, even leaving a trench across the ocean.

Such an unexpected strike widened the eyes of the overseeing Gods, their faces filled with disbelief.

What was that just now?

How did, in an instant, nearly one-twentieth of our forces get decimated?

What a joke, the ship with the longest effective combat radius here needs another half an hour to bring the enemy port within striking range.

For them to fire directly, what does that mean?

Moreover, their range seems to be more than adequate!

No, no, it feels like they deliberately let us in to maximize the efficiency and value of that shot!

"How do we even fight this?"

One of the conceptual level strongmen stared blankly at the trench left by the macro cannon shot, swallowing hard.

If that hit me, in my current state, who knows if I could even block it!

"Retreat! Quick retreat!"

"We cannot retreat!"

The Third Apostle's voice resonated from within a war machine: "If we flee now, we'll become sitting ducks for them!

He drew the distance intentionally before starting to fire.

Your escape route was already within that man's anticipation!

Charge forward!

Only by advancing can we have a chance of victory.

Only by bringing the enemy fortress within our strike range can we fight back!

Rush forward! Such a weapon with terrifying range and power must require cooling.

Charge for me!

I've already recalled the other four groups, since we've engaged face-to-face, the effects of feint attacks and surprise assaults don't outweigh concentrating our superior forces and pushing forward!"

With no other options left, everyone had no choice but to heed the Third Apostle's order, for this group still possessed considerable firepower.

On the fort, Lette watched the suddenly accelerating fleet with a joyful smile.

"Finally, they've fallen for it, hahaha. Watch me pick you off one by one with this big sniper!"

Megatron beside him hesitated: "Savior, isn't this our newly developed macro cannon? It's not a sniper rifle."

Lette cast him a glance: "It has a scope, long range, kills in one shot! Isn't that a sniper rifle?"

"Is—is that so?"

Megatron was bewildered, yet Lette remained just as eager and excited.

"They probably still don't know we've established the Sky Net! It won't be long before they experience firsthand what efficiency truly means!"

Lette spread his arms wide: "They are clueless about the importance of technological singularity!"

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