The Evolution Of A Goblin To The Peak Chapter 1249: Blood Realm

Boom!!

A crimson glow burst from the moon hanging over the territories, bathing Vanko and Reem in a foreboding red hue. Souta shoved his hands ahead, his shout slicing sharply through the tumultuous noise.

"It’s futile!"

Those words weren't aimed at the creatures down there; instead, they targeted the very hearts of the two lands. Thanks to his [Douion IV], Souta had gone beyond depending on them. He didn't need the inherent dream energy from the land anymore; he had become a living source of dream power.

The sheer intensity of his strength overshadowed even the mightiest entities from the Dream Realm. No demi or monster spawned there could aspire to such heights. His douion had eclipsed the lands' own power, forcing their fundamental nature to submit to his command.

"I will be the sole ruler of this land!!"

A thunderous bellow escaped him as he clapped his palms shut. A dazzling blast of energy exploded in all directions, unleashing a torrent of douion so thick and fierce that the fabric of existence itself strained against the pressure.

The territories quaked with savage force—no, they were crumbling apart. Vast fissures raced like webs over the landscape, extending for tens of kilometers, tearing apart suspended isles, demolishing peaks, and flinging whole settlements aside like playthings.

Boom!! Boom!!

The Sovereigns and Rulers from Reem gazed in frozen shock, their gazes stretched wide while the earth beneath twisted into an unfamiliar and reborn form.

"This... this requires unimaginable dream power," Tyrin whispered, his tone hardly rising over the thundering force.

Another Sovereign chimed in, his words quivering, "It’s not just the scale... the dream power itself is denser, more potent than anything we’ve ever felt. It folds beyond normal limits."

Each of them wielded dream power, but they could merely alter their personal domains. What Souta achieved right now... it operated on a wholly superior plane.

Souta's actions defied the core principles uniting the two territories. He was compelling their fusion, squeezing their hearts tight and remolding the ground to birth a fresh domain.

"Changing a dreamscape is easy," he grumbled quietly to himself, "but in the deeper realm... it’s far more difficult. Still, I have the power to do it."

An idea flashed in his mind, drawing a grin to his face.

He finally understood. He understood that the fabled witch, Le Fay, had been a Dream Lord in her own right. Shifting Walpurgis Night across the boundary of reality and dream... she must have commanded vast dream power to achieve such a feat.

"This... this is it!"

At that, Souta drove his energy onward. The hearts of Vanko and Reem collided under his force, crushed together by his [Douion IV] and then bursting out in a ferocious wave.

Bang!!

Creatures across both territories stumbled and fell from the impact, yet no injuries befell them. Souta had smoothly pulled them into his dream world, or for some, cracked open their inner dreams just wide enough to guard against the devastating force.

Reaching [Douion IV] had elevated his scheme to this colossal extent. The territories moaned and split beneath his dominance, while a booming symphony of tears and breaks echoed through the combined zones.

Ohm!!

Still floating high, the Sovereigns and Rulers peered downward in awestruck wonder. The hearts they once drew from for direction and might had vanished, but their dream skills stayed whole. The link to those hearts had merely boosted their abilities; it wasn't essential anymore.

Beneath the scarlet moon, a breathtaking scene emerged. Vanko and Reem existed no longer as separate places. They had become unified, remade and hammered anew under Souta's total authority.

Souta floated amid the heavens, the moon's red shine drenching the reborn territory in an ethereal radiance. His gaze roamed the fused domain, serene yet pulsing with the subtle rush of victory.

The merging had succeeded.

Souta's form throbbed with fatigue, his breaths drawing in long and even. Over half his [Douion IV] reserves had drained away, but a profound contentment flowed within him.

Before his eyes lay a vast expanse, stretching more than a thousand kilometers. Peaks and oceans rolled toward the skyline, with lesser landmasses gliding lazily overhead like pieces of a divine mosaic. The borders of this fresh domain were still taking shape, stones and rubble materializing from void as the ground hardened by his decree.

"From this moment forward," Souta's declaration boomed out, steady yet authoritative, resounding through every part of the nascent zone, "the Land of Vanko and the Land of Reem no longer exist. A new land is born, shaped from the foundation of the two, and it shall be called the Blood Realm. I, Souta Ieshi, will be its Realm Lord."

His proclamation thundered like an unbreakable edict, and every being linked to the territory sensed the transformation, a pulse of might announcing a world's awakening.

Yet Souta had more to accomplish.

He rose higher than the crimson moon, extending his arms wide, and tapped into the dregs of his douion.

Ohm!!

A tempest of energy surged from his being like a wild gale, racing outward at unbelievable velocity. In mere moments, the whole Blood Realm lay wrapped in it, every bit infused with his essence. The wild instabilities that once plagued the fused territories were quelled. The Blood Realm's aura was concealed, veiled from any external seekers.

Despite his colossal might, Souta refused to lower his guard against the world. Stronger entities lingered out there, so he made sure the Blood Realm stayed undetectable to outsiders, at least temporarily.

This reborn territory wasn't flawless yet. It held potential for polishing, for turning it into an impregnable bastion of his rule. It would serve as his central haven, his unyielding fortress, the bedrock for all that lay ahead.

Souta let out a heavy breath, a soft laugh bubbling up. Weariness gripped him, but a gentle fulfillment eased through his core.

"It’s... not bad," he remarked, his sight gliding over the Blood Realm he had crafted.

For the first time in months, tranquility washed over him, even as residual energy hummed in the atmosphere. He had succeeded. The Blood Realm stood real and claimed by him.

Souta shifted his attention to Yuko, still deep in his dream world. He had shifted her and the Rank 23 Sovereign there prior to blending the Land of Vanko and Land of Reem, relocating them flawlessly without alerting either.

To them, everything seemed unchanged, as if they remained in the Land of Vanko. Only the broken tie to the heart might suggest a difference, but it was faint enough to avoid instant doubt.

Gazing into the dream world, Souta observed with steady approval that Yuko had triumphed over the Rank 23 Sovereign.

As expected.

Yuko, cresting her fourth evolution stage, proved a powerhouse beyond most monsters' reach. Her command of dream power combined with her parasitic traits made success almost certain, though far from simple.

"Continue to train," Souta whispered, mostly to himself. "There are more than enough resources here to support your next evolution."

The Blood Realm had taken form, firming up as the core for his upcoming endeavors. Even the Everlasting Kingdom, already subtly swayed by him, would one day blend into this emerging domain.

Just a handful could hope to summon their dream power in this place. Absent the [Nightmare Mask], such feats bordered on impossible.

Content at last, Souta allowed Yuko her practice and stepped back to the waking world.

As he descended upon the Everlasting Kingdom, King Tasman rushed to meet him, having waited restlessly since the huge upheaval rocked the realm.

The populace had sensed the turmoil, and though its origin couldn't be hidden, Tasman had reassured them it spelled no disaster. Still, he couldn't mask his intrigue and gladness at Souta's safe arrival.

"What happened?" Tasman inquired, his forehead creased with worry.

Even as a master of the Eight Shackle Realm, the scope of those happenings eluded his grasp.

Souta let out a gentle chuckle. "Good news."

Tasman blinked in astonishment. He'd never witnessed Souta respond this way. If this counted as "good news," it must be monumental.

"Prepare your elites," Souta went on, his voice even but firm. "The Blood Realm is open, and it will be up to them to seize the opportunity. You may bring your son along if you wish."

He halted for a second, allowing the statement to settle, then clarified: "I am the ruler of the Blood Realm. No one has established a connection to its new core except for me. There are many vacant positions within it, and demi and monsters will fight to claim territories."

Tasman's eyes grew a bit larger as he absorbed the revelation. Souta offered no free gifts. This was a trial, a chance won by prowess and cunning. The Blood Realm and its heart lay outside Tasman’s complete insight, but he felt its enormity. Linked to the Dream Realm, it promised an opening the Everlasting Kingdom's folk couldn't pass up.

A blend of eagerness and resolve sparked in Tasman’s gaze. He grasped it fully: this trail led to strength, yet it called for toil, bravery, and expertise.