Published: February 10, 2025
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"There will be one more update, probably in the middle of the night."
The ammunition for the Jingjue Floating Sphere's self-purchased weapon system was already exhausted back on Earth, leaving only the skills it had acquired after being transformed into equipment by Ye Zhongming.
However, due to its level of damage, the Jingjue Floating Sphere charged into the cavalry but then stopped, causing casualties among the enemies but also losing its mobility. If there had been more ammunition for the self-purchased weapon system, the Jingjue Floating Sphere would not have become immobile; it would have continued to fight off the knights in front and might have displayed its might, launching the knights clad in flashy armor into the air.
In the end, the damage caused by five hundred radiant strikes and the lack of ammunition resulted in this machine going out of commission again shortly after it was repaired.
King Hongxiang's eyes widened as he watched the continuously thrusting crescent-shaped halberds on the screen, a sense of instinctual fear blooming in his heart.
Indeed, the reputation of the Temple of Dawn was too resounding.
However, before this king could react, Ye Zhongming grabbed his arm and spoke a chilling phrase that almost made King Hongxiang's soul leave his body.
"Go down and kill the enemies!"
Heaven have mercy, my injuries aren't even healed yet!
King Hongxiang lamented internally, but his years of high standing gave him some self-control, preventing him from voicing such a cowardly statement.
Yet, the entrance of the Jingjue Floating Sphere had already opened!
The two jumped out directly.
As the two figures emerged from the giant metal sphere, they startled the radiant knights. While Ye Zhongming looked unfamiliar to them, King Hongxiang was a core figure from the posthumous child tribe, recognized in portraits even before the war began. Their astonishment quickly turned into an uncontrollable fervor upon recognizing him.
It’s Hongxiang! It’s the king zun!
The geniuses and nobles within the Temple of Dawn judged by martial prowess; whoever was stronger would be given significant roles, and those deemed talented would receive focused training from the temple.
But what about the ordinary soldiers below? Even if they reached levels five or six, they could not surpass the barrier of high-level evolution.
Because there weren’t enough resources.
Martial skills could be learned for free as long as they were part of the Temple of Dawn’s army system, with teachers providing daily lessons, martial masters guiding their training, and even some medicinal supplies and equipment provided by the temple.
As long as their talent wasn’t too poor, almost every soldier could reach level four, a little better talent could push them to level five, and those with excellent foundations might even reach level six.
However, that was where it ended. Even though the Temple of Dawn was wealthy, maintaining such large-scale training was already commendable. Even so, this was enough for the Temple to pull the posthumous child tribe down a notch, easily crushing the disorganized tribe with an average advancement level of four or five.
The people in the secret realm might not be aware, but Ye Zhongming, being an outsider, understood clearly that the Temple of Dawn’s advantage was actually a systemic one, creating a civilized gap between them and the posthumous child tribe.
However, the Temple of Dawn could only do this much; these soldiers, or rather the mid-level figures, found it challenging to move up to the higher ranks. The temple would no longer provide various resources for free, and that had to be fought for by each individual.
With such a reward and punishment system, everyone would be motivated to maintain the temple's rule.
To acquire resources, such as better weapons, more effective medicines, or superior martial skills, one needed to achieve military merit.
Consider the radiant strike martial skill; only those who broke through level seven to become high-ranking members could acquire the latter part of the cultivation formula, demonstrating how tightly the Temple guarded this line.