Published: March 2, 2025
To say the front line is a good place would be an understatement, both for the Mossley Great World and Earth.
The fiercest battles, the most casualties, but likewise, it also has the greatest benefits and profits.
However, an undeniable point is that in the current Mossley Great World, after the eighth level demonic tide has just passed, there aren't many demonic creatures on the so-called front line, which naturally means there aren’t many battles.
The cake is just that big, and it has long been divided up, leaving little room for Yu to intervene.
This is also the fundamental reason why Yu has not stepped out even once in the past three years.
Yet, Yu's decision was one that even Wen Yu, his confidant, did not dare to contradict. Moreover, it was for the best, so Wen Yu merely nodded lightly and took his leave.
It was not until he was about to exit the inner courtyard that Yan caught up from behind. After exchanging some words, Wen Yu answered several of Yan's questions and learned from him the purpose of Yu's visit to the front line.
"The blueprints you provided are quite complex, but who am I? I'm a genius at forging! After three years of work, I finally managed to create the Pulse. Lord Yu must be itching to give it a try."
Yan spoke with excitement and no caution, and Wen Yu did not show any particular reaction.
Newly acquired weapons always need to be tested on the battlefield.
……
After returning, Wen Yu summoned the imperial guard, briefly mentioned the need to head to the front line, and arranged some trivial matters before returning to his bedroom.
The next day, just as dawn broke, the ten-man imperial guard stood neatly at the gate of the manor. A moment later, Yu and Yan, both clad in armor, emerged. Yu waved his hand to lift morale and finally said, "Let’s go," and the group boarded the vehicle.
Wen Yu sat in front of the Purple Light Mirror, watching the images flow on it.
The vehicle sped forward, and after crossing five portals, in just a blink, they reached the front line base in the Dreamland world in about ten minutes.
……
This place was vast but not as large as the Eighth District Forward Base on Earth.
The architecture of the Mossley Great World is primarily luxurious, and even in a military stronghold, the Mossley Eighth District Forward Base still couldn't shake off that flamboyant air.
Wen Yu focused on the Purple Light screen, where a string of musical notes emerged. Under the interference of time flow, these notes moved quickly, yet Wen Yu captured them in detail.
"The eighth level demonic tide has been repelled, and now it has calmed down here."
"Currently stationed here is the defensive grand general of the Fei'er Empire, ranked first in the current hierarchy."
The Mossley Great World differs from Earth; after Lin Haifeng and Wen Yu’s numerous endeavors, Earth has already condensed into a united fist, but the Mossley Great World is complex with over a thousand countries and forces. They face not only the demonic tide but also rampant internal strife.
Internal strife is something that all intelligent beings cannot escape, it seems.
As the first line of defense against the demonic tide and the front line base with the greatest profits, several major powers in the Mossley Great World agreed to take turns guarding it, with the Fei'er Empire responsible for the defending task for the past decade.
This is also the current dominant force of the Mossley Great World, to which Yu belongs.
After three years, Yu has not lost the prestige of a reborn person. Once the dormant period passed, Yu's combat strength has continuously increased over the past three years, and now Yu is among the top ten powerhouses of the Fei'er Empire.
Yan stood beside Wen Yu, chattering about various rumors — after three years of interaction, Yan and Wen Yu's relationship is unusually good. As for the rumors Yan shared, Wen Yu merely skimmed over them and tossed them aside.
They held no significant value.
The group continued onward and soon arrived at the central castle of the forward base.