I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 197: 197. Lecia: Let the Behemoth Race Perish in Arrogance!

"Archbishop Liliales and the other Spell Gods acted simultaneously. The demons were caught off guard and annihilated instantly, with no survivors."

"The dwarves deployed the Redstone Bombardment Sequence, continuously bombarding the Primeval Abyss Rift."

"Archbishop Layal led the team to continue eastward, while Commander Markov remained behind. The forces split into two routes to advance the front line..."

Within the MC world.

In a dense jungle, Ian quietly listened to the battle report from Haniya.

After a long time, he nodded slightly, expressing his approval.

Layal's understanding of blitzkrieg was quite accurate. From the attack to the continued eastward advance, it hadn't even been half an hour.

This timeframe was enough to throw the demons into disarray, but if the vanguard's pace and logistics couldn't keep up, this group of people would be trapped in a desperate situation.

But the good news was...

They had fully equipped Undying Totems, the Near-Death Teleportation Device was in place, and there were still over a dozen Spell Gods, the Phoenix King, and Rayquaza holding the line.

In terms of logistics, everyone carried a large number of Shulker Boxes, containing enough resources to last them for ten days to half a month.

The only issue to be mindful of was that since they were operating in a demon-occupied area, the Primeval Abyss had high authority, and the number of demon divine power users was unknown.

Ian pondered for a long time, then said softly:

"Order Lugia, Groudon, and Kyogre to be ready to reinforce at any time. Speed up the accumulation of strategic logistics supplies at the front line. The subsequent troops of the Silver Armor Column should move towards the Natural Chasm as quickly as possible."

"For every five hundred miles Layal and his team advance, the main army in the rear will advance three hundred miles. Notify Markov and Uriel that before dawn, I want to see fifty Redstone bombardment fortresses east of the Natural Chasm, patrolled by fifty thousand Iron Golems."

"The Natural Chasm area must be constructed into an airtight strategic bombardment zone."

"Territory that has been recaptured can be abandoned and relocated if necessary, but the Natural Chasm must not fall by an inch. I do not want to see any demon cross the Natural Chasm and bring the flames of war west of it."

Haniya nodded heavily and quickly teleported away to relay the message.

Ian and Freyni continued to delve deeper into the forest.

This forest was peaceful and tranquil, with astonishingly vibrant life energy and many rare Pokémon.

If all went as expected, even if Xerneas wasn't found here, Mew might be.

For Ian, it was best to find Mew. As long as he found this little guy, the existence of many Legendary and Mythical Pokémon would be much easier to handle.

The war had already begun, and Layal and his team were constantly charging on the front line. In addition to providing timely support from the Seven Sacred Objects and strategic logistics supplies, Ian also needed to bring more divine power users into the field to deal with the demons' reactions.

If all went as expected, the demons' counterattack by their divine power users would arrive by tomorrow evening at the latest.

There wasn't much time left. Ian had to capture all the Legendary Pokémon from the Pokémon mod as quickly as possible.

Everyone was working hard for this decisive battle, and Ian couldn't relax either.

...

Central region of the Alliance of Hundred Races.

Golden Forest.

This was the territory of the Behemoth race.

In the past, the most tribes gathered here, seeking the protection of the Behemoth race.

Until the Church of Dawn emerged, almost all the tribes here moved away. This dense Golden Forest was left with only the Behemoth race.

However, the Behemoth race didn't care about this; they were even happy to have the peace and quiet.

But today, this secluded Golden Forest welcomed several uninvited guests.

Accompanied by the roar of the Ender Dragon, the trees in the core area of the Golden Forest were uniformly bent over by the strong wind.

Countless towering Behemoths with ferocious faces quickly gathered here.

Looking up at the gigantic dragon in the sky, so large it could be described as covering the sky and blocking out the sun, the pressure within the Behemoth race was incredibly low.

They recognized that big guy, the mount of the Pope of the Church of Dawn, who had been incredibly powerful recently, the new Dragon King of the dragon race, and also the most powerful Dragon Emperor in history.

The Ender Dragon.

Before this, the Behemoth race could still deceive themselves, saying that the so-called Ender Dragon and the so-called Church of Dawn were just bluffing.

They could still immerse themselves in the dream that the Behemoth race was the strongest in the world.

Until now, witnessing it with their own eyes...

They finally understood what powerlessness felt like.

It was a distance that couldn't be described by disparity, a despair like facing a Demon King.

The Behemoth King, with golden fur all over his body, looked up at the Ender Dragon. He felt a little uneasy, but more than that, he was angry.

Even if the Church of Dawn was powerful, their Behemoth race was still the strongest race in the Alliance of Hundred Races.

They were veterans on the anti-demon front line.

How dare this newly risen force intrude into the territory of the Behemoth race so impolitely?

The more he thought about it, the angrier the Behemoth King became. He raised his hand and heavily pounded his chest armor, roaring at the Ender Dragon.

"People of the Church of Dawn! Intruding into our Behemoth race's territory without permission, are you not taking our Behemoth race seriously?!"

As his voice fell, thousands of Behemoths roared simultaneously. The sound waves momentarily resisted the dragon might unconsciously emanating from the Ender Dragon.

But the Ender Dragon didn't even look at them. In his eyes, these Behemoths, who didn't even have a single Divine level being and were arrogantly unwilling to surrender...

It was already merciful of him not to spray a breath of dragon flame.

But Lecia made a move. The Ender Dragon lowered his head slightly, allowing Lecia to stand in the middle of his head.

Only then did the Behemoths notice Lecia's presence.

Looking down at the Behemoths on the ground who were still roaring incessantly, a hint of impatience flashed in Lecia's eyes.

Indeed, as the dragon race had said, the Behemoths were a group of arrogant and self-important guys who were stuck in their ways.

The Ender Dragon's dragon might swept over, and this group of Behemoths didn't even have the strength to resist, yet they still clung to their arrogance.

In Lecia's evaluation, the Behemoths were a bunch of arrogant fools who had the temper of the King of Arrogance but not his strength.

Even now, they still couldn't see the situation clearly.

Lecia didn't intend to waste time talking to them. The Resonance Codex had to be retrieved as soon as possible.

"Lecia, Grand Inquisitor of the Black Book Column of the Church of Dawn, has come on the order of His Holiness the Pope to inform you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the Behemoth King's angry roar soared up.

"Church of Dawn! Are you being too arrogant?! If you want to inform us, why doesn't your Pope come personally! Only sending an Inquisitor, are you looking down on our mighty Behemoth race?!"

Lecia was stunned. After a moment, she couldn't help but be amused.

She looked down at the Behemoth King below with disdain.

"What level are you, to be worthy of His Holiness the Pope coming personally?"

"I am here for only one thing. Today, under the leadership of His Holiness the Pope, the Hundred Races under the banner of the Church of Dawn have officially launched the annihilation operation against the demons."

"To ensure the smooth progress of the operation, His Holiness the Pope has ordered me to return the Seven Sacred Objects to their place, to be personally managed by His Holiness the Pope. I am here only to take the Resonance Codex!"

This completely enraged the Behemoth King, whose fangs were bared ferociously.

"Impossible! The Resonance Codex is the sacred object of our Behemoth race! It has been cared for by us for countless years and belongs to our Behemoth race! By what right do you take the Resonance Codex?!"

"Church of Dawn, do you want to go to war with our Behemoth race?!"

As his voice fell, countless Behemoths fiercely pounded their chest armor, and their boiling fighting spirit began to burn.

Lecia's face completely turned cold.

"Ignorant..."

Considering the time, the war on the front line had already begun. Lecia didn't plan to waste time with the Behemoths.

"I'll say it again, the Resonance Codex does not belong to you. For the sake of the continent of Roderick, the Resonance Codex must be controlled by His Holiness the Pope to deal with the demons of the Primeval Abyss."

"You wish!"

The Behemoth King drew his greatsword and pointed it at Lecia.

"If you want to snatch our Resonance Codex, you'll have to step over our corpses first!"

Lecia took a deep breath and took out a purple Master Ball.

"Obstinate... Since that's the case, let the Behemoth race perish in arrogance."

Lecia threw the Master Ball high and said loudly:

"His Holiness Darkrai, please eliminate the heretics!"