122: Twelve True Gods

"Zhu Rong senior," Lin Feng then looked at the Flame God with the fiery figure, "I need your Flame God's destructive fire to smelt the highest-grade alloy for me and upgrade my battleship."

"Chi You senior," Lin Feng finally looked at the most unruly demon god, "When I begin my operation, I need you to create enough trouble in another star system to attract the attention of the Kalafa Empire's main fleet."

Lin Feng called out the name of almost every deity present, one by one, along with the core laws they controlled.

Though his tone was calm, the clear understanding of his plan and the precise utilization of all the Pantheon' power that he displayed caused all the ancient deities present to feel a deep sense of shock!

He wasn't arrogantly boasting, but calmly stating a war plan that had been meticulously calculated and possessed extremely high feasibility!

"You..." The Mother Goddess Nuwa, who had been silent, finally spoke. Her voice carried a hint of undisguised astonishment, "You seem to know each of our abilities like the back of your hand?"

"Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated," Lin Feng replied indifferently. "Before stepping in here, I had 'read' all the legends and records about you in the Blue Star World."

"Legends?" The Demon God Chi You couldn't help but scoff again. "Kid, you don't really think those myths concocted by mortals represent the entirety of our strength, do you? Too naive!"

"Of course not," Lin Feng shook his head. "Legends are just an introduction."

He looked at Chi You and said calmly, "In legends, you hold the divine office of the War Lord, representing war and slaughter. But in reality, what you have comprehended are the more fundamental laws of destruction and entropy. Your Demon God's body appears indestructible, but its true core is a chaotic demonic source that can infinitely split and reorganize. Your greatest strength is not power, but an undying and regenerating ability."

The scoff on Chi You's face instantly froze.

His brutal demonic eyes sharply contracted, staring intently at Lin Feng, his gaze filled with unprecedented shock and disbelief!

Because the secret of his chaotic demonic source that Lin Feng spoke of was his most core trump card, one that even Pan, who had worked with him for tens of thousands of years, didn't know!

And this young man in front of him had revealed it so casually with a single sentence?!

"Who... exactly... are you?"

This time, there was no longer any contempt in Chi You's voice, only the purest, deepest solemnity from the depths of his soul.

Lin Feng did not answer him.

He merely redirected his gaze to the main seat, to Pan, the Creator, who had also been completely awestruck by his previous words.

"Pan senior."

"Now, do you think my plan is feasible?"

Pan fell silent.

He looked at this young man, who seemed to have no secrets hidden from him, full of mystery and the unknown, and then at his "old friends" around the round table, who were equally stunned.

He slowly rose from his throne, then heavily nodded at Lin Feng—the newly arrived twelfth member.

"Feasible."

His voice, imbued with the might of thunder, boomed throughout the Pantheon!

"From today onwards, all members and all resources of the Pantheon will be at your disposal!"

"Lin Feng..."

"You are our counterattack against the Kalafa Empire's..."

"Supreme, Commander-in-Chief!"

When Pan's thunderous voice delivered the final verdict in the Pantheon, the atmosphere of the entire golden hall underwent a subtle yet profound change.

It was no longer the dead silence filled with suspicion, apathy, and self-interest that it had been before.

Instead, a glimmer of "hope," sealed away for tens of thousands of years, was slowly rekindling.

"Commander-in-Chief?" The Flame God, Zhu Rong, was the first to break the silence. A hint of playfulness and challenge flickered in her fiery eyes. "Pan, wasn't that decision a bit too hasty? I admit, this kid has a sharp eye, and his plan sounds good. But being a Commander-in-Chief isn't just about smooth talk."

As she spoke, she extended a hand burning with raging flames, pointing it at Lin Feng.

"If you want us old-timers to follow your orders, it's simple."

"Defeat me first."

"Zhu Rong!" The gentle voice of Houtu, the Earth Mother Goddess, rang out, tinged with helplessness. "What time is it now, and you're still thinking about fighting?"

"What's wrong with fighting?" Zhu Rong retorted righteously. "On the battlefield, might is the only truth! I don't want to entrust my life to a 'commander' who can't even withstand one of my punches!"

Although her words were crude, they echoed the sentiments of many deities present.

Especially Chi You, the Demon God, who had always harbored hostility towards Lin Feng.

"I agree," Chi You's hoarse voice sounded like two pieces of metal rubbing together. "Want to command me? Fine. First, prove you have the qualifications."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire Pantheon once again became somewhat tense.

Lin Feng, however, remained as calm as ever.

He looked at Zhu Rong, who had risen from her throne, her entire body burning with destructive divine fire, brimming with fighting spirit.

A faint smile even appeared on his face.

"Zhu Rong senior is right."

He slowly nodded.

"War, after all, still relies on strength to speak."

"However—"

His tone shifted slightly.

"I do not believe that using 'fighting,' the most primitive and inefficient way to determine command, is a wise choice."

"Oh?" Zhu Rong raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Then how do you want to compete?"

"Very simple."

Lin Feng extended a finger.

"By 'efficiency'."

"Efficiency?"

"Yes, efficiency." Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept over every deity present. "Our enemy is the Kalafa Empire, a massive war machine with tens of thousands of 'True Gods'."

"Pure individual strength doesn't mean much in the face of such a colossal enemy."

"What we truly need is how to inflict the greatest damage on the enemy in the shortest amount of time, at the smallest cost."

He looked at Zhu Rong and said calmly, "For example, the Kalafa Empire's 'outpost base' located in the 'T-9' star system, which specifically provides energy supplies for their Third Interstellar Fleet."

"According to the preliminary calculation results provided by Diviner Fuxi senior just now, that base is guarded by three 'Low-Tier True Gods' and has a standing army of over a million. Its defense system is even capable of withstanding continuous attacks from ten 'High-Tier True Gods' like you for three days and three nights."

"Zhu Rong senior, if you were to carry out this 'decapitation' mission alone..."

"May I ask, how long would you need?"

Zhu Rong was stunned by these words.

She hadn't expected Lin Feng to suddenly throw out such an extremely specific "tactical problem."

She carefully simulated it in her mind.

Finally, she gave a somewhat reluctant answer.

"If I disregard all costs and can successfully infiltrate..."

"It would take at least a month."

"And the success rate would not exceed thirty percent."

This answer was already very high.

The other deities present also nodded secretly.

They knew that while Zhu Rong had a fiery temper, her strength was beyond doubt.

She was one of the strongest single-target destructive forces in the Pantheon.

However, after hearing this answer, Lin Feng slowly shook his head.

"Too slow."

He looked at Zhu Rong and calmly held up three fingers.

"I only need three days."

"What? Three days?" Zhu Rong burst into laughter as if she had heard a huge joke. "Kid, are you out of your mind? Three days? You can't even break through that base's energy shield!"

"Moreover..."

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth curved into an arc filled with absolute confidence.

"My success rate is one hundred percent."

"You!"

"Words alone are not proof."

Lin Feng no longer engaged in any meaningless arguments with her.

He simply spoke calmly to Pan, who was in the main seat:

"Pan senior."

"Please activate the Pantheon' 'Interstellar Projection'."

"I want everyone present to see with their own eyes..."

"How I and my Summoner army fight."

Pan looked deeply at this young man, full of mystery and confidence.

Finally, he nodded heavily.

"As you wish."

The next second.

In the center of the entire Pantheon, on the golden floor as smooth as a mirror.

A flash of light.

An incredibly clear, immersive, real-time image of the Kalafa Empire's outpost base in the T-9 star system, billions of light-years away.

Instantly, it appeared!

When that incredibly clear interstellar projection from billions of light-years away appeared in the center of the Pantheon, the atmosphere of the entire golden hall became incomparably solemn and grave.

The eleven ancient deities present unconsciously ceased all conversation, focusing all their attention on that starry sky, which was both familiar and filled with painful memories for them.

They could clearly see.

In that barren star system designated T-9, an enormous interstellar fortress, entirely constructed of cold, black alloy, like a monstrous beast crouching in the void, silently exuded a chilling aura of war.

The fortress was surrounded by three giant gas planets that had been converted into energy collection stations.

Countless thick energy pipelines connected the planets to the fortress like a spiderweb, continuously supplying it with terrifying energy sufficient to power a vast fleet.

And on the exterior of the fortress, tens of thousands of densely packed automated planet-destroying cannons and defensive matrices were deployed.

A thick, incredibly solid energy shield, composed of pure energy, like a giant, translucent eggshell, enveloped the entire fortress, exuding an indestructible and powerful oppressive aura.

"Is this the Kalafa Empire's 'Hive' outpost base?"

Houtu, the Earth Mother Goddess, looked at this war machine filled with coldness and death, a deep sense of aversion flashing in her gentle eyes.

"Hmph, still as ugly and reeking of disgusting rust as it was tens of thousands of years ago," Chi You, the Demon God, said with disdain, but his eyes became incredibly grave.

They had all personally experienced the despair of a head-on confrontation with this level of war fortress.

They knew how difficult it was to break through such an armed-to-the-teeth iron turtle from the outside.

However, Lin Feng clearly had no intention of clashing head-on with this iron turtle.

Just then, in the interstellar projection screen.

In the shadow of a seemingly empty asteroid belt millions of kilometers away from the fortress.

Space suddenly rippled like water, creating imperceptible waves.

Immediately after, a terrifying interstellar carrier, entirely black, with countless complex runes inscribed on its hull, full of streamlined and violent aesthetics, silently slid out from the folds of that space.

It was Lin Feng's flagship, the Divine Court!

"Space stealth technology?"

When Diviner Fuxi saw this, a flicker of surprise, a first for his usually calm eyes, appeared.

He could clearly feel that the battleship was covered by a type of higher-dimensional spatial concealment law he had never seen before, perfectly integrating magic and technology!

This technology even subtly surpassed the Kalafa Empire's conventional anti-reconnaissance methods!

"This kid has some tricks up his sleeve," he couldn't help but praise inwardly.

And in the projection.

On the bridge of the Divine Court.

Lin Feng sat calmly in the captain's chair, which symbolized supreme command.

Beside him stood the valiant Luna Hill, also dressed in a silver-white Divine Court uniform, and the ethereal and intellectual Chief Scientist, Eve.

"Master," Eve's voice was clear and calm, "According to the Sky Eye system's scan results of the target base, the enemy's energy shield is in standard defense mode. There are 17 energy weak points on the shield, lasting 0.03 seconds, caused by energy node conversion."

"Of the three True God-level powerhouses stationed there, two are meditating in their respective rest areas. Only one mechanical deity, codenamed Observer-7, is performing routine monitoring in the command center."

"Of the million troops inside the base, fewer than 100,000 are on standby. The rest are in the living or training areas."

A detailed, almost abnormal, enemy deployment map and real-time dynamics were reported clearly by Eve.

Upon hearing this intelligence, which understood the Kalafa Empire better than it understood itself...

The expressions on the faces of the eleven ancient deities in the Pantheon became somewhat peculiar.

For the first time, they felt a hint of doubt about their own outdated intelligence gathering methods that had been in use for tens of thousands of years.

"Very good."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction after hearing the report.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Azathoth."

Buzz—!

A bottomless, seemingly all-consuming chaos silently appeared at the bow of the Divine Court.

Then, it transformed into a black thread so fine it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Target, enemy base energy shield's 3rd, 7th, and 12th energy weak points."

Lin Feng's voice was cold and precise.

"Fire."