"Your Majesty Feather Emperor, all Abundance Folk have gathered. As soon as the 'jidu mirage' arrives, we can launch a full-scale attack."
On a certain desolate planet, countless Winged Builders were stationed.
They were a race among the Abundance Folk, with wings.
The forms of the Abundance Folk varied.
Flowers, birds, insects, fish, horses, wolves, foxes, trees.
The Winged Builders were like birds.
On another desolate planet were the Houyhnhnms, who looked like centaurs.
The Borisin were wolves, the Foxian were foxes, the Xianzhou people were trees—"The Yaoqing Xianzhou is becoming increasingly brutal; it's practically an Abundance Folk killing machine."
"If we don't respond, they'll sooner or later come knocking on our door."
The bird-man with six wings on his back said with emotion.
These years, he had heard many stories about the Borisin.
The Yaoqing Xianzhou and that so-called Fallen Land were destroying Abundance Folk homes everywhere.
They were just like the Antimatter Legion!
The Winged Builders' tree-like planet, "Qiongsang," was destroyed by a Lord Ravager.
Now the Xianzhou Alliance was also about to invade. He couldn't sit idly by; he had to seek a breakthrough.
And so it was.
Several major races of Abundance Folk united to seize the Abundance divine artifacts of the Xianzhou.
"As long as I seize the Square Inch Smoke Sea, I will surely possess Emanator-level power, and even have the chance to gain Yaoshi's gaze—I have a chance to become a true Aeon of Abundance!"
The Feather Emperor spread his six wings, his aura magnificent.
He publicly claimed to be an Aeon of Abundance, but in reality, he was only a high-level Pathstrider, close to an Emanator.
This was an opportunity to soar to prominence.
The leaders of the other Abundance Folk races thought the same.
The previous Aeon of Abundance attacked the Jade Court Starship and failed.
They attacked the Xianzhou Luofu and failed.
The Immortal Vessel of Zhuming had no Abundance divine artifacts, the Yaoqing was too strong in combat, and Xuling had a marshal stationed there.
After much thought, the Abundance Coalition Army set their sights on the Fuhui Xianzhou.
Because the Fuhui Xianzhou was self-governed by the Vidyadhara, their numbers were pitifully small, and it also had an Abundance divine artifact, making it an excellent target.
They could simply flatten it with the Abundance Coalition Army's human wave tactics.
What if they were Xianzhou Generals? They would eventually run out of strength.
At the same time.
Fuhui Xianzhou, General's Mansion.
General Xuan Quan was seeking aid everywhere.
She had dragon horns on her head and a deep frown, making call after call.
Unfortunately, everyone was far away, and reinforcements would take time to arrive.
"Damn it, the Abominations of Abundance are too numerous, and they're a coalition of several races, all with high-level combat power—I'm afraid I'd die of exhaustion before I could kill them all."
General Xuan Quan was so worried her head was about to explode.
No matter how strong an Emanator was, if the enemy's numbers were too great, she couldn't handle it.
Just like how the Galaxy Ranger lured swarms of insects to exhaust an Emissary of Destruction to death.
The current situation was somewhat similar—the Abundance Coalition Army's numbers were comparable to an insect swarm.
It was all because of the Plaguespring of Immortality, who enlightened living beings everywhere, leading to an endless resurgence of Abominations of Abundance, like grass in the spring wind.
"Is it possible that even I, Xuan Quan, will be worn down to death—"
"That's right!"
"Grand Diviner Jing Tian, quickly calculate, what are our chances of victory this time?"
In the center of the hall, a man wearing a short cloth shirt was manipulating divination tools.
He was Jing Tian, the Grand Diviner of the Divination Commission sent by the Jade Court Starship to provide support.
He was Fu Xuan's master.
"Twenty percent—"
Jing Tian said with a serious expression, "This is only thanks to the Yaoqing Xianzhou having exterminated a massive number of Evil Creatures over the years. Otherwise—the chance of victory would be less than ten percent."
Currently, Fuhui's military strength is less than a million, while the Abundance Coalition Army numbers in the tens of millions.
With the other generals unable to rush to their aid, he couldn't see a way out.
"That's right, for the past twenty years, the Yaoqing Xianzhou has maintained close contact with another Abundance faction, called—the Fallen Land, oh yes, the Fallen Land!"
Jing Tian seemed to have thought of something important.
He immediately started manipulating the divination tools again.
General Xuan Quan was pacing back and forth nearby, nearly dying of anxiety.
The Abundance Coalition Army was waiting for the activated planet.
What was the Fahai Xianzhou waiting for?
After a while.
Jing Tian suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at General Xuan Quan, "There is! There is a chance of victory!"
"Quickly go to the Fallen Land and invite the Aeon of Abundance!"
"I cannot calculate the reason, but with his help, we will achieve a great victory!"
Hearing Jing Tian's frantic shouting, General Xuan Quan was startled.
What kind of situation is it where they are besieged by the Abundance Coalition Army and must ask an Aeon of Abundance for rescue?
Furthermore, the Fahai Xianzhou had no relationship with the Fallen Land.
Would they even come?
Xuan Quan was a bit dumbfounded; they should be thanking the heavens that the Aeon of Abundance hadn't joined the attack on Fuhui, yet now they were going to invite an Aeon of Abundance to support Fuhui.
Although he couldn't understand it, Xuan Quan still quickly followed the instructions.
After all, the Grand Diviner from the Jade Court Starship had spoken, and his words carried weight.
"Hey, General Yueyu, can you contact the Aeon of Abundance? Yes, to come and hold the line for the Fahai Xianzhou."
"Be quick! The war is about to start, and Fuhui's military strength is depleted; they probably won't be able to hold out for long."
"You need the coordinates of the Abundance Coalition Army? Fine, I'll send them to you. What? Arriving in ten minutes?"
At the same time.
In a small courtyard somewhere in the Fallen Land.
General Yueyu hung up the communication and looked toward Oliver: "I need to rush to support them now. What do you say?"
Fei Xiao immediately stated her intention: "I want to go!"
Oliver stared at General Yueyu, not answering immediately.
He remembered that according to the original script, even with General Yueyu's support for Fuhui, victory would still be unattainable.
The battle would ultimately be concluded by the aeon of the hunt intervening.
The price was that one-fifth of the Fahai Xianzhou would be destroyed by a single arrow.
General Yueyu and a host of Cloud Knights would be caught in the blast and die, turning into dust, leaving no corpses behind.
They wouldn't die at the hands of the enemy, but rather at the hands of the Aeon they worshiped.
"Where are the enemies? Give me the coordinates."
"Here."
Upon hearing this, General Yueyu knew that Oliver was going to make a move.
General Yueyu had never understood his miraculous skill.
She immediately moved closer to Oliver and showed him the coordinates.
"Go prepare. We will arrive at the battlefield in ten minutes."
Oliver stood up and flew toward outer space.
Ten minutes was the time allotted for the military forces to prepare for battle.
However, reaching the Fuhui battlefield, three million light-years away, would only take him one second.
This was because Oliver had discovered that the "Guaranteed Hit" skill allowed him to set the time of impact.