Chapter 358: Chapter 329: Sensation

Late autumn, Year 9410 of the Chenxi Calendar.

A frosty wind swept south from the northern reaches of the continent, brushing over the scorched earth and collapsed walls of the Thundering River Basin. It carried the residual embers of war into the hazy, gray clouds.

The war between the Silver Moon Race and the Steel Mane Tribe ended faster than anyone could have anticipated.

Just three days after the Steel Mane Tribe declared war, the Silver Moon army shattered all conventional military logic. Bypassing every frontline and checkpoint, they materialized directly above Steelmane City. That very day, they decapitated the tribe’s leadership, executing every high-ranking official, including Chief Uerk and Head Shaman Zul.

With that single stroke, Steelmane City fell.

Immediately following the capital’s collapse, Silver Moon forces airdropped into the Steel Mane Tribe’s strategic strongholds and resource nodes across the Thundering River Basin. They routed the local garrisons and seized the territories. In a mere two days, all Steel Mane lands fell into Silver Moon hands.

From the declaration of war to the settling of the dust, only five days had passed. The actual fighting lasted a mere three. A formidable power that had dominated the Thundering River Basin with an army of hundreds of thousands was wiped from the map just like that.

When the news first spread, almost no one believed it. To most observers accustomed to the geopolitical theater of the Eastern Continent, this should have been a protracted war of attrition. The standard script dictated small-scale skirmishes, probing attacks, a decisive clash of main forces, and then a grueling stalemate until one side finally broke.

But this time, reality deviated entirely from the script.

It was only after multiple intelligence channels repeatedly verified the news that shockwaves truly swept across the Eastern Continent. Factions large and small fell into an almost absurd silence. They had considered the possibility of a Silver Moon victory, but no one had anticipated such a swift, absolute conquest. A war expected to last months, if not years, had concluded in three days.

Strictly speaking, the conflict had ended the moment Steelmane City fell; the rest was simply garbage time spent on mop-up operations. From start to finish, the Steel Mane Tribe failed to mount a single ounce of resistance.

Amidst their shock, numerous factions scrambled to gather detailed intelligence, desperate to understand how the Silver Moon Race had pulled this off. As more details leaked through various channels, the full picture of this blitzkrieg finally came together. What left them the most dumbfounded was the existence of three colossal airships.

Intelligence indicated that these tower-shaped vessels could each hold ten thousand soldiers. Furthermore, they could traverse tens of thousands of miles in a short span, accurately dropping forces deep behind enemy lines. Throughout the entire campaign, the Silver Moon Race hadn’t bothered with the traditional, time-consuming processes of extending supply lines or establishing forward bases. Instead, they had transported an entire army directly from the Taichu Spirit Realm into the Steel Mane Tribe’s backyard.

This troop transport method completely upended conventional understanding of airships.

Most factions knew that while airships were faster than overland routes, their capacity was strictly limited. Even the largest cargo airships maxed out at carrying a thousand people. Furthermore, their speeds were restricted by their power cores and hull structures, making it virtually impossible to travel ten thousand miles a day. Coupled with their massive, easily spotted profiles, they were typically relegated to logistical support. They were rarely used for troop deployment, let alone deep strikes into enemy territory. Because of these limitations, defensive lines, outposts, and fortress networks had always served as the core pillars of defense for the continent’s major powers.

But the Silver Moon Race’s new airships crushed those old paradigms to dust.

Military strategists instantly realized the terrifying implications. When an aerial vessel could carry ten thousand troops and fly fast enough to cross half the Eastern Continent in a single day, all traditional defenses became obsolete. The enemy no longer needed to breach your borders or march through your mountain passes; they could drop directly from the sky above your head.

The sheer strategic mobility of it was enough to make any commander’s blood run cold.

Instantly, countless factions began reevaluating the Silver Moon Race’s military threat level. Many tried to uncover the origins and schematics of these airships. Some even dispatched secret envoys to test the waters, hoping to purchase just one—no matter the cost. Yet, the response they received was a uniform, non-negotiable rejection. They were not for sale, and there was no room for further discussion.

Yet, amidst the myriad of shocks triggered by this war, another revelation carried an impact that rivaled—and in the minds of many, surpassed—the existence of the airships.

Anton Silver Moon, the Clan Leader of the Silver Moon Race and the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint, had slain a Saint in a frontal duel.

Anyone who heard this news initially suspected they were hallucinating. Most dismissed it as an exaggerated battlefield rumor. After all, the chasm between the Legendary Tier and a Saint was an insurmountable abyss—an undisputed truth known across the Dawn Continent. There had never been a single recorded instance of a Legend defeating a Saint, let alone killing one.

However, the authenticity of this news was not hard to verify. After all, the slain Saint was Ska of the Blood Claw Race.

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