Chapter 600: Ghost Immortal
"I don't understand command. Just charge." Li Shunsheng, who had developed a mild social anxiety disorder from being in secluded cultivation for too long, finally squeezed out these words after holding them in for quite a while.
Upon hearing this, the convicts of the Sinner Legion immediately let out a sigh of relief.
Most of them came from the adventurer class, which originally had the highest crime rate, having been incarcerated for various acts of murder and plunder during their escapades.
This time, serving as a somewhat expendable vanguard, it was also an opportunity for them to plunder some Martian resources while earning a chance at reduced sentences.
Although the risks were considerable, few in their line of work feared death, and they were certainly not lacking in experience with large-scale combat, with each one possessing ever more slippery life-saving techniques.
Compared to leaders who would abandon them to their fate, they were far more afraid of encountering fools who issued blind commands.
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"Heavenly beings!"
"Heavenly beings!"
The act of destroying Phobos and Deimos, creating a deterrent of fire raining from the heavens, shattered the resistance of some Martians while simultaneously enraging another faction of natives.
They viewed the Sun, which bestowed light and heat upon their planet, as the Father God, and the Mother of Nature, who granted life and spirituality, as the Mother Goddess. Phobos and Deimos were, respectively, the vessels for the Father God and Mother Goddess to partake in their meals.
As a result, the moment the lunar inhabitants arrived, they smashed the gods' eating bowls, naturally incurring extreme enmity.
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However, after smashing their rice bowls, the Federation supplemented it with a rice bucket.
The lunar fortress, a full seventh the size of Mars, completed its cuckoo-like usurpation under the gaze of countless Martians, descending into Mars's synchronous orbit and commencing its temporary satellite mission.
From the surface of Mars, a pristine, brilliant moon, occupying half the sky, perpetually exuded a terrifying presence.
"It's actually a planetary fortress!" From a not-too-distant vantage point, Qiu Yi could vaguely discern the bustling yet orderly operations upon the fortress.
Unfortunately, the Moon had undergone super-scale artificial modification, and its surface craters had long since been entirely filled in.
Without this most striking feature, even if the Moon God had sailed right before his eyes, Qiu Yi would not have connected it to the Moon, simply regarding it as a peculiar hobby of the aliens.
"They haven't even collided yet; the other side must possess considerable gravitational technology."
The lunar fortress was too close to Mars, yet it hadn't crashed due to gravity; in Qiu Yi's eyes, it was nothing short of a miracle.
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"Reporting, Commander, this is the closest safe distance for the gravitational neutralization device to maintain control. If we approach any further, the device risks overload and self-destruction."
"Currently, the Moon God's aerospace launch platform is at an average distance of 18,300 kilometers from the Martian surface. Aerospace transport planes are expected to complete one deployment mission within an hour."
"Li Shunsheng, you too, board a Class 1 maneuvering aircraft."
"Class 3 aircraft depart in ten minutes, Class 2 aircraft in eighteen minutes, and Class 1 aircraft in twenty-five minutes!"
To ensure the teams could land simultaneously, aircraft of different performance tiers had to accommodate each other's departure times, thereby preventing a situation where they would arrive in staggered groups, effectively being sent to their deaths piecemeal.
This distance of over ten thousand kilometers, if Li Shunsheng were to fly it himself, would take approximately eight to nine hours, which would be quite energy-intensive.
To avoid unnecessary expenditure, he was also placed inside a Class 1 fighter jet, reserved for those of the Fourth and Fifth Tiers, to rest and recuperate.
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"This is the true terror of a Ghost Immortal?" Inside the narrow passenger cabin of a certain Class 2 aircraft, the pupils of a young man with black hair and white eyes suddenly dissipated for an instant, then immediately returned to normal.
He was precisely one of Bai Mo's avatars left on the Moon.
At this moment, he directly became the "eyes" for the main body remaining on Earth.
Utilizing a rather cooperative Ghost King residing in the Soul Realm, as well as his own understanding of the essence of Gaia and the Disciples of the Crimson World, Bai Mo had, over the past year, truly realized his breakthrough concept for becoming a Ghost Immortal.
A Ghost Immortal's physical destructive power was not strong at all, at most on par with a Sixth-Tier spirit energy cultivator, and quite far from a Celestial Immortal, whose goal was to grasp stars and seize moons.
However, in terms of soul, Ghost Immortals possessed enormous advantages. They could almost casually seize bodies, devour the souls of life forms below the Fourth Tier that lacked the protection of a Life Field, and acquire all of their memories.
Furthermore, this kind of body-seizing had a considerably high success rate even against life forms of the Fourth to Sixth Tiers.
Most crucially, regardless of how far apart multiple bodies simultaneously seized and controlled were, they could be controlled with zero delay, without needing to endure latency like projections.
Moreover, these bodies could all become new main bodies, making the Ghost Immortal's survival ability incredibly brutal, with avatars and main bodies that could not be fully eliminated.
The only problem was that the further a newly controlled body was from the main body, the weaker the power it could exert.
For example, the current limit of Bai Mo's control was weakened to the early stage of the Sixth Tier, roughly around 6-2.
By the time the lunar fortress truly flew out of the solar system, the limit of his control would probably only be slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person.
However, for an ordinary person to act as a spectator and observer of the era, that was quite sufficient.
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Of the Five Immortal Paths of Heaven, Earth, Human, Divine, and Ghost, Bai Mo had personally achieved the paths of Celestial Immortal, Earth Immortal, and Ghost Immortal. For the Divine Immortal path, he was still searching for the qualitative change point of faith. As for the Human Immortal path, relatively speaking, it was the one with the least accumulation, still remaining at the third revolution of the Dharma Body.
"Which path should I try next?"
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Shi Huachong, who was currently undergoing tests at a certain special training ground on the Moon, inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
As the founder of the Martial Path to Heaven, the Nine Revolutions of the Dharma Body, he had currently deduced and cultivated up to the Sixth Revolution. It was estimated that upon completing the Seventh Revolution, he could connect to the Human Immortal path provided (and imagined) by Bai Mo, undergo a Reincarnation Tribulation, and become a Seventh-Tier existence.
As for the subsequent Eighth and Ninth Revolutions, they remained elusive and ephemeral concepts.
"The Martial Path to Heaven, it's getting close."
He hadn't paid much mind to the conquest of Mars, merely sending two projections for appearances' sake to play a minor role. At this crucial juncture, transitioning from the Sixth to Seventh Revolution of his Dharma Body, Shi Huachong truly did not wish to be distracted.
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"The power of Daoization seems to only pay attention to the emergence of extraordinary powers above the Seventh Tier..." After truly completing the Ghost Immortal path, Bai Mo immediately discovered that the power of Daoization pressing down on him had, without warning, grown several times stronger.
However, for him, this kind of pressure was akin to having so many debts that one no longer worries.
"Could it be that, for the power of Daoization, anything below the Seventh Tier is an ant not even worth noticing, and only those above the Seventh Tier are deemed worthy of eradication?"
He had never ceased testing this death warrant, searching through various methods for a possibility to break the curse.
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