William's divine realm materialized near Lex's coordinates within three hours, its spatial distortions revealing immense scale despite cloaking protocols. Fourteen divine territories formed concentric rings - seven engaged in central combat, seven more locked in tense standoff.
The conflict matrix became clear: A solitary 50-million km2 demigod territory faced six smaller realms (two 20-million km2 cores flanked by four under-200k km2 satellites) representing Lex's faction. William aligned his hidden realm with the human cluster, triggering immediate attention from seven observing demigods. Golden avatars materialized across the void, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern as spatial warping betrayed William's formidable realm size.
Lex's relief manifested as starburst patterns across his projection. "Finally! Situation breakdown:"
The silver-haired mentor gestured toward the embattled core. "That 70-million km2 territory belongs to Bella - our academy's rising star. Thomason Bloodmane," he indicated the opposing 50-million km2 realm radiating crimson energy, "brought junior family members for 'training' when they ambushed Bella's team."
William's tactical overlay activated automatically. Combat logs revealed the ambush's brutal efficiency - four Bloodmane cadets (40-50 million km2 realms) overwhelming Bella before reinforcements arrived. Two human instructors now pinned down Bloodmane's lieutenants through parallel invasions, their 30-million km2 realms serving as anchor points. Bella's flaming demon legions held at 33% territory loss against remaining ogre and werewolf forces.
"The stalemate's fragile," Lex's energy signature fluctuated with urgency. "Bella's containment strategy costs 12% legion strength per hour. If her hellforges fall..."
A new projection interjected - Instructor Richard, his avatar crackling with containment fields. "Ogre main force: 200,000 units including 5,000 two-headed variants. Support: vermin swarms doubling as rations. Werewolf contingents..." Battle schematics flooded William's consciousness. "...require immediate intervention before phase-three degradation."
William's probability engines whirred. Four mid-sized divine realms presented rare plunder opportunities. "Engagement parameters?"
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Richard materialized a crimson datacard. "High-grade Bloodline Matrix - 72% success rate implanting frost giant heritage. Yours if you stall any ogre commander."
The offer ignited William's divine spark. Such matrices could elevate his leapworm strains to cryo-predator status... "Deal."
Battlefield Insertion Sequence
William's realm unfolded like poisoned origami, its true scale momentarily dazzling observers. Spatial anchors latched onto Ogre Commander #3's territory (47.8-million km2) as invasion channels bloomed blood-red.
Thomason's roar shook the void. "You dare?!"
Lex's containment barriers flared. "Watch your junior's back, Bloodmane. Or should we revisit your nephew's...accident?" The threat hung crystalline as William's war-swarm descended.
Bella's burning frontier came into view. Ogre battalions marched through lakes of magma, their necrotic flesh regenerating faster than hellfire could char. Two-headed variants led phalanxes, club-wielding arms mutated into biomass cannons firing condensed vermin swarms.
William's leapworms adapted mid-descent. Chitin plates polarized against thermal bleed, digestive tracts reconfigured for biomass harvesting. The first wave hit ogre lines like living shrapnel.
Tactical Breakdown - Ogre Commander #3's Perspective
Grakkath Bloodmaw blinked sulfur-yellow eyes as his warhorde stalled. The sky had...changed. Where there should be smoke and hellfire, now swirled metallic insects reflecting damnation's glow.
"Lice!" He backhanded a leapworm...then stared at his dissolving palm. The creature's acid blood ate through ogre flesh faster than regeneration could compensate. All around, similar scenes unfolded - leapworms deliberately sacrificing themselves to cripple ogre limbs.
Grakkath's twin heads conferred:
"Swarm tactics!"
"Anti-regen venom!"
He ordered biomass cannons skyward. Compressed rat-swarms became flak bursts, shredding leapworms by thousands...only to watch debris coalesce into larger, angrier forms. Each death accelerated evolution cycles.
William's Strategic Feed
[Biomass Conversion: 18%]
[Adaptive Mutation: Exoskeletal Acidic Recoil - Complete]
[Enemy Regeneration Neutralization: 91% Effective]
He monitored Bella's forces regrouping. Her flame demons now carved paths through crippled ogres, buying territory recovery time. Good - this preserved her assets for later...negotiations.
Instructor Richard's comms pulsed approval. "Matrix transferred. Continue pressure for 37 more minutes to qualify for bonus..."
William smiled. The real prize wasn't the frost giant matrix, but four mid-tier divine cores ripe for harvesting. Let the others think this was mere assistance - his swarm already burrowed through dimensional layers, preparing to sever Bloodmane cadets from their power sources.
