Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1187: The Rise of Warriors

Chapter 1187: The Rise of Warriors

"I finally killed an alien. I avenged my family," another soldier murmured to himself.

And all of this—they owed it to Ms. Amalia.

Their burning gazes remained fixed on her.

Under the weight of so many intense stares, Amalia remained completely calm.

She could feel the feedback from these people—the sheer amount of it was beyond anything she had anticipated.

A massive surge of faith power flooded the sky of the small world, enveloping everything in a blinding light.

The earth trembled violently.

In the small towns, residents rushed out of their homes, but having lived here for some time, they were already accustomed to such quakes.

They stood around in small groups on the streets, casually chatting, entirely unfazed by the shaking ground.

Atop a mountain peak, Wealth lay sprawled on a rock, gazing up at the sky filled with surging faith power.

He grumbled under his breath.

"What the hell did Mother do this time? This amount of faith power... Each strand is equivalent to the original energy of dozens of ordinary humans."

He had long grown used to these bizarre occurrences.

In fact, he had even given up on incubating eggs for the time being.

Several Pixiu eggs, still covered in sparse fur, lay nestled around him.

Ever since the last few eggs had hatched one after another, he had realized something important—because this world was growing rapidly, its power was feeding back into every being within it.

The eggs that had once seemed lifeless were now filled with vitality, thanks to the small world’s abundant life force.

Even if he stopped painstakingly incubating them, they would eventually hatch on their own.

Amalia was also well aware of the changes in the small world.

At the start, she hadn’t been completely certain this would work.

It had only been an experiment—an attempt to allow over three hundred thousand soldiers to cultivate.

However, she couldn’t have done it alone.

Without Planet Teutonia’s will cooperating with her, this would have been impossible.

That’s why she had spent hours communicating with the planet’s consciousness the previous night, only reaching an agreement by dawn.

The formation she had set up wasn’t just a Spirit Gathering Array—if it were only that, the effects wouldn’t have been so dramatic.

She had also included an Awakening Array, which was responsible for unlocking the potential within the humans affected by the formation.

If a soldier had the ability to cultivate, the Awakening Array would help trigger that potential.

Once activated, the array would then assist in absorbing the spiritual energy in the air, enhancing their physique and potential, which in turn allowed them to display their newfound, overwhelming strength.

"Ms. Amalia..." Duviel’s voice trembled as he watched her approach.

"Focus on cleaning up the battlefield first. And make sure to relay this information to Major General Rafiq," Amalia raised a hand, cutting off whatever he had been about to say.

Duviel took a deep breath. "Understood."

He had countless questions burning inside him, but he knew they could wait.

Without hesitation, he relayed Amalia’s orders.

In no time, over three hundred thousand soldiers moved in an orderly fashion.

This battle for survival had resulted in a groundbreaking victory.

The casualty rate was less than one percent, yet they had seized a wealth of spoils from the enemy.

When Duviel came to report the situation, Amalia noticed that the soldiers still remained on the smoke-filled battlefield.

None of them had left.

Instead, they huddled together, unwilling to disperse.

"What’s wrong with them? Why aren’t they leaving?" Amalia asked Duviel.

Duviel looked a little embarrassed. "They’re afraid that once they leave this place, they’ll go back to being weak like before."

Amalia raised an eyebrow.

"You think so too?" she asked with a smile.

Duviel’s embarrassment deepened. "Ms. Amalia, is our strength coming from the formation you mentioned earlier?"

"You could say that."

Without the formation, they certainly wouldn’t be who they were now.

Duviel’s expression became anxious. "Then if we leave the formation, will this power be taken away from us?"

Once someone had experienced true power, no one wanted to return to being weak and helpless.

"Who told you it would be taken away?" Amalia smirked. "However, I will be reclaiming the weapons."

The weapons she had given them weren’t ordinary artifacts—they were divine artifacts.

The artifacts she had crafted in the past had vanished when her Soltice Ring underwent changes.

These divine artifacts were ones she had stored in Kenny Lin’s domain long ago.

The materials used to forge divine artifacts were leagues above the Cosmorite Mechas, their sharpness beyond imagination.

As long as a soldier wasn’t too weak to even hold a weapon, taking down an alien wouldn’t be difficult.

Duviel was momentarily stunned before realizing what she meant.

The weapons would be taken back—but the power they had gained would not.

"This power isn’t just something I granted you," Amalia said. "It also comes from within you."

Duviel immediately spread the news.

When the soldiers heard that their strength wouldn’t be taken away, they couldn’t contain their joy.

In an era of war and chaos, nothing made them happier than gaining such strength.

If anything could compare, it was the bonds of family.

Cheers surged like waves, crashing over and over again.

The collective transformation of more than 300,000 people—perhaps one day, this event would be recorded in the history of the Erythar Star System.

Major General Rafiq and his forces soon received the news.

For them, the war was only just beginning.

The aliens had attacked Planet Teutonia in advance, trying to gain a time advantage.

But instead, they were the ones who were beaten into retreat by hundreds of thousands of humans on Planet Teutonia.

While the great battle raged on Planet Gallia, Planet Veloxia was facing its own catastrophe.

The sky was filled with flying aliens.

Some relied on machines, while others used their own wings to soar through the air.

Their razor-sharp claws snatched up humans one by one, only to drop them from high altitudes, sending them plummeting to their deaths.

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