Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A commander who can exert half-step Universe-level strength on his own, with the assistance of his Zhenyue Guards, would possess the power to battle against a Universe-level force.

On the Giant Beam Continent, the combined combat strength gathered at the thirty-three Zhenyue Guard outposts is already comparable to that of a major sect.

Their annual losses are unimaginable.

The seven families of the divine realm, and even those major powers, all have such guardian lands behind them. On one hand, it involves much of their energy and power; on the other hand, it also serves as a place for them to hone the abilities of their younger generation.

Among the Zhenyue Guards of the Lu family, besides the commander who is an elder of the family, the vast majority are the younger descendants.

To become an elite of the family, one must serve on the Giant Beam Continent for more than a thousand years.

“Boom”

From the skies above the outpost ahead, the sound of a roaring explosion reached them.

The bloody aura intertwined in the air, and the Canaan Tribe’s strong light wings stirred, nearly blotting out the sun.

At this location, there were at least ten thousand from the Canaan Tribe, besieging the encampment firmly.

“What should we do?” Lu Yushen’s face turned pale as he turned his head to look at Lu Zizheng, who was leading the team.

The other few people also had solemn expressions, looking towards Lu Zizheng.

“Take a detour to the next outpost,” Lu Zizheng’s eyes seemed to emit fire, but his voice was calm.

“Our mission is to ensure Mr. Han’s safe arrival at the outpost; we cannot delay here.”

“Compared to the encampment, blacksmiths like Mr. Han are more important.”

Given the current state of warfare on the Giant Beam Continent, in order for the Lu family to stabilize the situation, they need enough blacksmiths to repair the various battle puppets and Universe-level combat weapons.

Nowadays, every blacksmith is a treasure.

To hold out until reinforcements arrive from the divine realm to repair the teleportation array, it is essential to protect every blacksmith.

The choice made by Lu Zizheng was a difficult one.

Lu Yushen and the others tightened their jaws and said nothing, their expressions gravely serious.

Here were their companions, their brothers.

“The next outpost is eight thousand li away, and even if we send out a distress signal, it would take at least five thousand li for the other side to respond,” said a burly man standing next to Lu Zizheng as he took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

Five thousand li; the pursuing forces would undoubtedly try to cut them off.

With just this handful of people, protecting Han Muye and getting safely away would be difficult.

“It’s okay, if we are surrounded here, then the other outposts will send reinforcements. If we go now, we should”

Before Lu Zizheng could finish speaking, Han Muye’s voice rang out, “What if this is a diversionary siege, and their real target is the reinforcements from the other outposts?”

A diversionary siege!

Han Muye’s words stunned everyone.

“This place already has forces ten times our number encircling us but has not truly engaged in combat yet. What do you think is the Canaan Tribe’s objective?” Han Muye asked softly as he looked toward the front.

In front of the outpost, the Canaan Tribe’s strength was already tenfold that of the Lu family’s Zhenyue Guard.

With such a disparity in power, it wouldn’t be too difficult to eradicate this outpost if they truly intended to.

However, the fighting at the front wasn’t very intense at the moment.

“They want to draw out reinforcements from elsewhere…” Lu Yushen’s face turned even paler as he muttered to himself.

Panic appeared on the faces of the others as well.

They were the elites of the Lu family, among those who were given key cultivation by the next generation.

But they were still young, neither their cultivation abilities nor their insight were at sufficient levels.

At such a time, they lacked the decisiveness needed.

Even Lu Zizheng, standing in front, was clearly hesitant.

But now was not the time for hesitation.

“Do you want to change the course of the battle?” Han Muye’s eyes narrowed as he spoke indifferently.

His words made everyone pause.

Change the course of the battle?

How to change it?

These descendants of the Lu family certainly wanted to save their own brothers.

But not to mention them, even with ten times, a hundred times more strength, it wouldn’t be enough to change the course of the battle, would it?

“Mr. Han, what do you mean?” Lu Zizheng looked at Han Muye, his heart suddenly stirring.

This was a reinforcement from the divine realm.

And he was also a blacksmith.

Could it be that he had brought something that could change the course of the battle?

It was said that the Elder of the Lu Family had brought guardian treasures this time!

The others looked at Han Muye somewhat blankly as well.

Han Muye raised his hand, and dozens of wooden boxes dropped down.

With another raise of his hand, the lids of the wooden boxes opened, revealing the black armor and weapons inside.

“Giant Spirit Armor?”

“Giant Spirit Soldier?”

Lu Zizheng and the Lu Family Descendants clearly recognized the black armor and war spear, and they exclaimed as they saw them.

Disappointment also showed on their faces.

“These Giant Spirit Soldier Armors are good, but we simply cannot control them.”

“Yes, in the family, only Divine Peak, Primordial Chaos, and half-step Universe-level elders, or the very top elites of the clan, can control these Giant Spirit Soldier Armors,” said Lu Zizheng with a complex expression as he shook his head.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

What treasures for the guardian of the clan did they think Han Muye would be able to produce?

But on second thought, it was also true that none would entrust the clan’s guardian treasures to an outsider.

Han Muye could not possibly have brought the Lu family’s guardian treasures with him.

Han Muye’s gaze settled on the thirteen pieces of black armor and the thirteen long spears.

Indeed, ancient armor required much greater power to control than armor made in modern times.

Without sufficient strength, one simply couldn’t use them.

These armors and weapons were essentially useless to them.

Moreover, because they were all damaged, their combat effectiveness was not enough, and the consumption even greater.

But in the face of Han Muye, these were not issues.

“Hum”

In front of him, a flame emerged.

The moment the flame appeared, a profound aura gathered around him.

This was the display of power reserved for a powerful being.