Chapter 26 — Resistance in the Blind Spot

"Open fire! Empty all your ammo into them! Beat these high-and-mighty dog envoys to death!"

Following veteran Caleb's roar, eight heavy overloaded electromagnetic machine guns mounted on both sides of the Embers Camp's inner explosion-proof bunkers simultaneously spewed blindingly bright blue tongues of fire! The gun barrels rapidly burned red-hot under the extremely high-frequency rotation!

The dense swarm of high-energy overloaded electromagnetic ammo formed a deadlocked crossfire net. Carrying the ear-piercing sound of tearing air and high-frequency electromagnetic pops, it violently poured toward the four divine envoys slowly descending from mid-air, blotting out the sky! Wherever the barrage passed, even the ionized mist was evaporated into transparent vacuum channels by the high-temperature electrical arcs. The extremely high ammunition density illuminated the sky above the concave plaza snow-white and blinding.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom—!

The violent barrage instantly drowned the four divine envoys descending the stairs of air! High-energy electromagnetic ammo slammed into the surfaces of their divine armor, bursting into blindingly bright blue sparks. Gunsmoke and metal micro-dust instantly filled the entire concave plaza! The tens of thousands of degrees of arc light released by the high-temperature overloaded ammo intersected piercingly in mid-air, and the violent kinetic impact blasted collapsing metal craters into the ground!

However, before the mortal Self-Defense Force warriors on the defense line could even cheer, accompanied by a cold sneer full of arrogance and contempt, an incredibly blinding golden holy light erupted violently from the center of the smoke and barrage!

Boom!

Advanced Divine Envoy Gar stood proudly, wielding his holy gravity halberd. Around him, a golden holy gravity shield—as thin as a cicada's wing, yet flowing with brilliant runes—remained entirely unscathed! Every line on that shield represented the absolute protection of the Heavenly Divine Court's high-dimensional order. As the runes flickered, they effortlessly neutralized and deflected the lower realm's low-dimensional physical kinetic energy. The hundreds of high-energy overloaded electromagnetic rounds the mortals fired with all their might hit the gravity shield like a swarm of locusts hitting a ten-thousand-fathom cliff. In an instant, they were violently deflected, snapped, and shattered by the gravity, scattering into a sky full of useless scrap iron shavings and stray fire! Countless red-hot shrapnel pieces hissed on the ground, but failed to rustle even a corner of Gar's clothes.

"Inferior physical firearms." Divine Envoy Gar didn't even lift an eyelid. His cold voice boomed between heaven and earth via divine power, filled with bone-chilling mockery and trampling contempt:

"With despicable toys made of dirt and waste ore, you vainly attempt to harm a holy body? Mortals, you know nothing of the greatness of high-dimensional laws! Your resistance is nothing but insignificant noise in the Sanctum's astrolabe ledgers! A bunch of reptiles living in the muck dare to look up at the firmament?"

Behind him, a spear-wielding junior divine envoy laughed wildly and took a step forward, his silver battle armor erupting with blazing streams of light. He swung the holy gravity halberd in his hand, executing a horizontal thrust toward an explosion-proof cover in front of the bunker below!

Bang—!

An incomparably violent gravitational shockwave swept across the mud and scrap iron ground like an angry wave! High-dimensional gravitational polarization compressed the air directly into physical white streaks visible to the naked eye! The metal scrap along its path was instantly crushed into powder!

The carburized lead explosion-proof cover, dozens of centimeters thick, was instantly smashed into broken iron and mud. Eight overloaded electromagnetic machine guns twisted, deformed, and popped apart under the intense high-pressure gravity! Six veteran mortals desperately manning the gun positions were forcibly flipped dozens of meters away by the high-dimensional gravitational shockwave. Their sternums caved in, they spat out large mouthfuls of blood, crashing heavily into a pile of scrap iron. Even in shock from severe injuries, one veteran's fingers stubbornly clawed at the ruined receiver. His bloodshot eyes stared at the sky, his lips trembling as he tried to say something, but only spat out large clots of blood.

The absolute physical chasm in power was displayed at this moment—chilling, cruel, and despair-inducing. The mortals on the defense line watched helplessly as their proudest, highest firepower was entirely wiped out by the enemy's casual strike. The shock and collapse in their hearts were beyond words.

Enveloped by the rule of the Divine Court's high-dimensional order, the mortals' proud industrial firearms and fearless courage paled into a ridiculous joke before the high-dimensional gravity shields casually deployed by the divine envoys. The gods didn't even need to use real divine arts; relying solely on the physical deflection of their shields, they could flatten all mortal resistance.

The mortals in the plaza, who had originally been filled with hot blood and fury, saw this tragic, despairing scene. The fanaticism on their faces instantly faded, replaced by an icy cold and violent panic originating from the marrow of their bones.

"W-We can't dent them! Our heavy electromagnetic cannons can't even scratch the skin of their shields!"

"The defense line has completely collapsed! David and the others are all dead!"

"Are... are the gods truly invincible?! We did so much... are we still just waiting to die?!"

Fear spread wildly like wildfire behind the inner explosion-proof bunkers and covers. The hands of many young warriors began to tremble violently, unable to even hold their overloaded rifles steady. Stimulated by the absolute divine pressure and the bloody, tragic deaths of their comrades, some young miners were scared to the point of chattering teeth, huddling and trembling against the explosion-proof armor plates. The Mortal Vanguard, which had just been loudly singing oaths of rebellion moments ago, tangibly felt the terrifying dominance of the Divine Court over the entire universe at this moment.

However, on the cover high ground at the very center of the Embers Camp.

Elias lay behind a crude lead plate cover. His lake-green eyes stared fixedly at the four divine envoys closing in step by step, without the slightest waver or panic. On his resolute face, his gaze was as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old ice peak. Letting the gale blow his blond hair into a mess, the boy's body remained entirely motionless under the extreme gravity, like an ultimate hunter firmly locking onto his prey's throat.

Beside him, the astrologer and medic Lyra curled up her petite body. Her forehead was covered in fine cold sweat, strands of hair clinging to her pale cheeks. Though her delicate body trembled slightly under the extreme divine pressure, her hands, stained with dark silver powder, were exceptionally steady.

The miniature astrolabe rune instrument in her hand spun frantically. The high-purity lenses reflected the microscopic dynamic arrays and law deviations of the gravity shield surrounding Divine Envoy Gar. The girl's brain operated at high speed, rigidly comparing the high-dimensional mathematical models recorded in the black box with the frequency band of the divine envoy's shield before her.

"Elias... locked on! I've found the flaw in Divine Envoy Gar's shield!"

Lyra lowered her voice, her tone rapid and precise, every word carrying a tremor from extreme tension:

"Divine Envoy Gar's gravity shield uses the 6th House's standard high-dimensional [Dual Polarization Array]! Because he needs to maintain the gravity stairs beneath his feet, at the calculation track node on deviation angle three... which is ten centimeters below his left shoulder, there exists an energy backflow blind spot lasting a thousandth of a second! The shield's thickness drops by eighty percent there! As long as we detonate the [Starfall Shell] within a three-meter radius of this node, the black pulse can instantly tear open his shield and short-circuit his high-dimensional calculation tracks!"

"Well done, Lyra." Elias reached out his somewhat rough palm and gently patted Lyra's drenched back, giving the girl immense trust and encouragement. The solid warmth from the boy's palm instantly calmed the panicking, trembling Lyra.

Lyra looked up. Her reddened, dark bright eyes stared fixedly at Elias. Biting her lip, she said hoarsely, "I'm not afraid... Elias, as long as I can help you, I'm not afraid! No matter what happens, I will not back down! The needle of my astrolabe is already lying in ambush right on the deviation angle over Gar's back heart!"

A cold arc flashed at the corners of the boy's mouth. Turning his head to look at Caleb hiding behind cover in the distance, he made an extremely subtle tactical hand signal—[Hold position, continue drawing the enemy in deep].

"Kid! Are we still not firing the Starfall Shells?! My electromagnetic rifle is almost burned to a crisp! They've already crossed the second defense line!" Caleb shouted roughly via sound transmission, hiding behind scrap iron cover, his thick mechanical iron arm gripping the black pulse controller switch tightly. The veteran's mechanical arm—which had survived the disintegration storm of his mother planet ten years ago—spewed blinding electromagnetic sparks from high-frequency overload. His electronic prosthetic eye was filled with anxiety, his breathing as heavy as an ox's. Looking at the blood of his comrades, the veteran gnashed his teeth loudly.

"Wait a bit longer," Elias's voice was as low as iron, devoid of the slightest fluctuation. "The divine envoys are too arrogant. They don't view us as a threatening opponent at all; they're just treating this as a routine cleanup. If we detonate now, the other three divine envoys will immediately be alerted and retreat to the Golden Saint patrol boat high in the sky. If the patrol boat drops its ground-based annihilation cannons then, we're completely finished. We don't want to just beat them back..."

Elias tightened his grip on the heavy cutting knife in his hand, the blade emitting a terrifying, ferocious gleam under the cold light:

"We're going to lock all four of these arrogant Divine Court hounds... into the dead corner cage we've set up, and smash them to pieces, knife by knife!"

In the shadow of a collapsed cylinder ruin less than five meters from the high platform.

"Vespera," wearing a rough cloth dress, quietly watched Elias and Lyra hiding behind the cover.

With the vision of her high-dimensional divine consciousness, she clearly saw Lyra use exquisite mortal runology to precisely locate the physical defect of an advanced divine envoy's gravity shield in an extremely short time. Furthermore, she saw Elias's nearly cold-blooded endurance and extraordinary tactical eye for baiting the enemy, even under the absolute headwind of a total defense line collapse and the panicked despair of the mortals. Even with bloodshot eyes, that boy could maintain absolute rationality, like a cold-blooded beast lying dormant deep in a dead corner.

"With the weakness and insignificance of a mortal, forcefully enduring the devastation of high-dimensional divine power and the agonizing pain of comrades dying tragically, solely to find that split-second opportunity for a fatal, predatory kill..."

Umbra sighed a long, cold breath in her heart.

The high-and-mighty God of Darkness, at this moment, saw for the first time in this mortal boy named Elias a certain steadiness, cruelty, and absolute calmness possessed only by the top high-dimensional hunters of the Heavenly Realm. This trait absolutely shouldn't appear on a mortal boy in the low-dimensional wasteland. Mortals were often easily ruined in combat by emotions and impulses, but Elias had turned his grief into the coldest, hardest iron.

"Gar..." Umbra looked at the advanced divine envoy stepping down the void stairs, closing in step by step on the center of the concave plaza, a barely perceptible sneer flashing deep in her eyes:

"Your proud holy armor and insufferably arrogant divine might are about to be thoroughly dyed red... by the lower realm mud you look down upon the most. The arrogance of gods is always the best bait before the fatal strike falls."

The divine envoys' heavy, arrogant battle boots stepped on the scrap iron armor, emitting crisp, freezing sounds.

The four divine envoys were completely unaware that with every step they took, they were a millimeter closer to those four [Starfall Shells] buried in the dead corners. Divine Envoy Gar held his holy gravity halberd high, the sneer on his lips growing increasingly arrogant and cruel. The deadly ambush trap was already fully laid out, and the extremely arrogant divine envoy squad was stepping, step by step, into the pocket of death the mortals had personally dug for them! The murderous intent silently pulled the bowstring to its limit in the dead silence! The violent fury of mortals slaying gods was about to explode in an instant, thoroughly collapsing the insufferably arrogant holy order, tearing apart the cruel, high-dimensional dark curtain of this brutal night!