My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The Complete Annihilation
Just as the lead Warships began to crest the final mountain peak, moments before the ships would enter the kill zone and trigger the catastrophic formation, the space directly in front of the Imperial Dreadnought fractured with a soft, iridescent light.

​A figure materialized instantly from the glimmering tear: Celestine Starborn, the mysterious Saintess of Fate and Stars.

​Celestine was ethereal, draped in robes that appeared woven from twilight and starlight. She possessed an unparalleled beauty, but her eyes held the sorrowful wisdom of seeing time unfold.

She was a being of profound, unsettling purity, and she radiated an ancient power that felt utterly detached from the current power struggles of Dalu.

​She appeared for only a fleeting second, her gaze fixed on Vahn, who immediately felt a powerful spiritual premonition of imminent danger.

​” Vahn !” Celestine’s voice was a whisper, yet it cut through the engine noise and the wind, reaching Vahn’s mind directly. “Stop the fleet! There’s an ambush of catastrophic scale awaits beyond these mountain ! The trap formation is complete! You shouldn’t not proceed!”

​Before Vahn could even move or utter a command, Celestine’s warning was complete. A deep, inexplicable fear flashed across her ethereal features, directed not at Vahn’s power, but at the very act of speaking to him.

​With the same soft light that heralded her arrival, Celestine Starborn disappeared, dissolving back into the fabric of space-time, leaving behind only the lingering scent of ozone and stardust.

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​Vahn instantly reacted. “Halt the Armada! Full reverse engines! Engage emergency Void Shields!”

​The fleet immediately braked, the massive Warships shuddering as they halted right at the mountain crest, mere meters from the concealed trap.

​Vahn turned to his wives, his face etched with confusion. “Did you see that?”

​”The sheer power of her appearance,” Aria breathed, her warrior senses recognizing the unique mastery of space-time Celestine displayed. “She is not of this continent, and her mastery of the Fate Dao is frightening. A Tribulation Realm master, perhaps higher.”

​”But why would the Saintess of Stars warn us?” Lilith wondered, her suspicion rising.

“She serves the Celestial principle. If she is an enemy, she should have let us fall into the trap.”

​Vahn focused his Void Shattering Realm senses on the area where Celestine had vanished, but there was no residual spiritual trace—only an immense, cold fear that lingered on the edge of his perception.

​”She was terrified,” Vahn murmured. “Not of me, but of something else. Something about our interaction.”

​Vahn couldn’t understand why the Saintess of Fate, a power inherently tied to the Divine Order he defied, would risk herself to save him. The only logical explanation was that his survival was critical to a greater, perhaps darker, cosmic destiny that Celestine, bound by Fate, was obligated to maintain.

​Vahn put the mystery aside for the moment. The threat was immediate.

​”Ezekiel, send a small scout craft forward, shielded by Lilith’s deepest shadows. Confirm the formation,” Vahn commanded.

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The scout confirmed the devastating nature of the Celestial trap: interlocking spiritual nets and anti-Void cannons designed to immobilize the Warships before ground troops swarmed the immobilized vessels.

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Vahn smiled, a sharp, cold expression of pure confidence. Emperor Sirius had made one fatal miscalculation: he had not accounted for the Void Shattering Realm.

​”Emperor Sirius is predictable. He relies on complex formations and mortal

coordination,” Vahn stated, turning to the map. “Aria, prepare the Vanguard. Lilith, prepare the Shadow legions. We will use their own formation against them.”

​Vahn didn’t order an energy bombardment. Instead, he deployed a single, cunning strategy to dismantle the Celestial advantage.

​Focusing his supreme power, Vahn reached out with his Void Shattering Authority. He reached not for the energy of the formation, but for the fundamental, underlying dimensional structure that held the formation together.

​WHOOSH!

​A silent wave of Void energy, invisible to conventional spiritual sight, washed over the mountain crest. Vahn wasn’t destroying the spell; he was erasing the dimensional coherence between the interconnected parts of the formation. He had simply broken the foundational laws binding the Celestial Empire’s trap.

​The massive, camouflaged formation instantly collapsed. Spells misfired, energy nets dissipated, and the anti-Void cannons exploded under the strain of being dimensionally disjointed.

​The ambush had failed before it even began.

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​The mountain crest was instantly thrown into chaos. The Celestial Empire’s elite troops, now exposed by the collapse of their trap and stunned by the instantaneous failure of their most powerful weapon, were in disarray.

​”Aria!” Vahn’s voice was thunder. “Shatter them!”

​The Empress of War needed no further instruction. She launched her forces—the disciplined Necrotic shock troops and the newly acquired, eager Demon Generals. Aria descended like a bolt of golden lightning, leading the assault herself.

​It was not a battle; it was a complete slaughter.

​The Celestial soldiers, relying on the formation for superiority, were no match for the combined might of the Void Alliance. The Demon Generals, hungry for blood and desperate to prove their worth to Vahn, fought with savage glee, their chaotic energy complementing Aria’s strategic precision.

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The Grandmaster Magic Cannons of the Warships, no longer needed to break the formation, instead systematically targeted every major command hub and fortified position Emperor Sirius had established.

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BOOM, BOOOM, BOOOOOM!

Within an hour, the entire Celestial ambush force was eradicated. No prisoners were taken. Vahn showed zero mercy to the puppet forces of the Goddess. The message was sent directly to Emperor Sirius: Vahn was back, he was stronger, and his intelligence was flawless.

​Vahn stood over the devastation, the scent of burning spiritual energy heavy in the air. The warning from Celestine Starborn had saved his fleet, allowing him to turn a potential disaster into a decisive, morale-crushing victory. Yet, the mystery of her fear and her intervention only deepened his strategic concerns. The game of Gods and Emperors was becoming far more complicated.

The annihilation of Emperor Sirius’s ambush force proved that the Void Emperor was no longer merely consolidating power, but actively striking at the Celestial Empire’s vital organs. Vahn now looked to his next target, a move calculated to secure a critical military advantage and, coincidentally, resolve another piece of his wives’ turbulent pasts.

The target was the Divine Forge Valley, situated in the heart of the Eastern Continent.

The Divine Forge Valley was not just a Holy Land; it was the nexus of advanced military technology and martial arts doctrine for the Righteous Faction. It was the ancestral home of Aria Stormsong, the place where she was trained and achieved her terrifying power, and the seat of her former master.

It was also the place where her master had publicly shunned and humiliated her after she failed to capture Vahn during their first confrontation, deeming her power and loyalty insufficient. The memory was a searing brand on the proud warrior’s soul.

Aria stood beside Vahn on the Dreadnought’s command bridge, her face a mask of iron control. Vahn sensed her deep emotional struggle. To return here as a conqueror, leading the very force she was exiled for failing to defeat, was a cruel twist of fate.

Vahn placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Aria, you do not have to lead the assault on this territory. Lilith can command.”

Aria shook her head, her gaze fixed on the Eastern horizon where the Valley lay.

“No, Husband. I must see it to the end. The Master of the Forge sought to break me. I will return to show him what she truly broke. I will not leave this wound unhealed.” Her voice was hard, a warrior choosing the most direct, agonizing path to closure.

The Divine Forge Valley was located on an entirely different continent: the Eastern Continent. The journey was immense, requiring the full mobilization of Vahn’s vast military force—a combined army of millions, including the highly trained Necrotic legions and the subjugated Demonic host.

Even with the Behemoth Warships operating at full speed, exploiting Vahn’s new Void Shattering Realm control over spatial movement, the journey took a continuous three days. The sight of the massive, dark armada tearing through the sky was an unprecedented spectacle for the world.

As they approached the Eastern Continent, the surrounding civilization came into view. It was a beautiful, meticulously structured society, slightly technically advanced compared to the stagnant Holy Lands Vahn had previously encountered.

Their cities utilized geothermal and wind-powered spiritual energy, and their architecture was integrated with defensive formations.

But even this relatively advanced civilization couldn’t compare against Vahn’s superior technology, born from the synthesis of cosmic knowledge and Void power. Their defense systems looked like children’s toys next to the sleek, annihilation-capable weaponry of the Dreadnoughts.

Finally, the Armada reached the main territory of the Divine Forge Valley. The land was characterized by immense, sprawling foundries and forge-cities built into volcanic mountains.

At the very borders of the Valley, Vahn’s overwhelming army was abruptly obstructed.

Emperor Sirius had been preparing. The Valley was protected by a colossal, shimmering barrier that stretched across the entire width of the continent. It was a massive Shield Formation designed by the greatest spiritual engineers of the Forge. It radiated ancient, unyielding power, capable of withstanding planetary bombardment.

The Shield Formation was not just for defense; it was engineered to deny any unwanted entity passage, specifically tuned to resist the dark and Void energies of Vahn’s forces.

Beyond the colossal shield, the forces of the Celestial Empire stood ready. The army was pristine, clad in gleaming, sun-gold armor, presenting a perfect military contrast to Vahn’s dark, intimidating host.

Commanding the Celestial legions were several high-ranking generals, all formidable cultivators. They stood confidently, their faces etched with arrogance and contempt for the “Demonic Barbarians.”

Their commanders were smirking confidently, secure in the knowledge that their defensive formation was considered utterly impregnable. Maybe the greatest protective structure in all of Dalu.