THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 767 A Continent That Rejects War

Simultaneously...

Across from that location on the continent...

A formidable alliance of immense strength lingered, poised for the perfect instant to strike.

Their presence stood out as the most captivating among them all, due to a single striking factor—

An gigantic entity unfurled its vast wings, casting a shadow that engulfed a huge expanse of the land below.

It happened to be a dragon.

A terrifying dragon, enormous beyond measure at over five hundred meters long, rendering it the biggest alive among the Pantheon creatures.

The Ancient Dragon — Plasido.

Its hide gleamed in deep black, tougher than black gemstones, with fierce crimson eyes glowing like fiery stars.

This magnificent beast floated steadily through the skies...

as a figure positioned himself on top of its skull.

With arms folded across his torso, his imposing build emanated raw, bursting might.

This individual turned out to be Midir himself...

the Top of the Seven Supreme Forces.

Midir's silver locks lifted skyward from the crushing force of his Aura, while his constant grim and furious expression showed his utter gravity... turning him into someone few would dare confront casually.

Upon witnessing the demon envoys seize the lead and venture into the landmass, Plasido let out a furious bellow that rattled the skies.

Yet Midir swiftly lifted his arm, resting it on the mighty dragon's crown.

"Hold back, Plasido. The time isn't right."

Midir's words boomed like rolling thunder.

Instantly, the enormous dragon settled down...

as if it was merely a domesticated creature.

Midir shifted his eyes back to the landmass while five figures drew near to him.

Each one served as a Dragon King...

the pinnacle warriors of the Pantheon lineage.

"Lord Midir," declared one Dragon King, an hulking form with ebony skin and emerald tresses.

"This odd barrier seems limited to the regions beyond the landmass. In any case, we'll likely battle without hindrance once we're through."

Midir gave a nod.

He'd arrived at that very assessment.

Therefore, with no hesitation, he issued his verdict—a choice anticipated not just by the Dragon Kings, but by myriad other groups watching from a distance.

Out of everyone gathered, Midir probably stood as the sole contender against Crimson, the Red Moon, whose awakening from slumber had rattled the entire realm.

Consequently, any action Midir took would ripple deeply across all involved.

The Dragon God had already resolved his path.

"Plasido. Spiritual Form."

Following Midir's order, the gigantic dragon under him unleashed a thunderous cry that quaked the emptiness...

Afterward, its form melted away in an enchanting manner.

Plasido disappeared entirely, morphing into an eerie Aura that enveloped Midir, stretching from his nape like an endlessly flowing cloak.

The Dragon Kings encircled him, gazing in wonder.

Regardless of how often they saw the display, it always left them stunned.

Plasido ranked as the most ancient surviving dragon.

Differing from contemporary Pantheon entities, it only had its animal shape and lacked the ability to speak.

Still, Midir had fully tamed it...

sealing it as his bonded spiritual companion, ready to flood him with immense energy.

Long ago, Midir had overcome Agares, the Second Seat, and Nito, the Ninth Seat, all without drawing on Plasido's aid.

At present, merging that beast's might with his own elevated Midir's prowess to a whole new realm...

And that exact reason fueled their faith in his ability to challenge Crimson.

Midir advanced ahead.

The Dragon Kings trailed right after, piercing the landmass and proclaiming their entry as the second group into the enigmatic territory.

Slowly, the remaining factions joined in.

From every angle imaginable, they surged forward together, storming the landmass with utmost haste.

And in that instant...

Within a mere flash—the zone encircling the enigmatic landmass grew utterly still.

Not a soul stayed beyond.

The landmass stayed the same, its shape altering constantly with each tick of time.

The portals everyone had used to pass through were gone, supplanted by fresh doorways into the mystery.

The quiet endured briefly...

Though it wouldn't last.

Out of thin air, a huge mass of bizarre, grimy dark mist materialized, charging at the landmass with velocity hinting at catastrophe.

The mist mass kept growing and billowing, coiling around the barriers...

but it couldn't penetrate inside.

Gradually, bit by bit...

The mist faded away entirely.

And out of its depths, one lone figure appeared.

A figure best called a beast.

A sinister energy adhered to him, as his deep purple gaze pierced the area with crushing force.

That mist...

was the Abyss Fog.

And that figure...

Was the Abyss's own progenitor.

The mightiest of Hell's Dukes—

Gael.

He wasted not a heartbeat.

Without delay, Gael strode ahead and crossed into the landmass too, positioning himself as yet another contender in the brewing clash behind those barriers.

Thus—

Every key participant had at last stepped onto the battlefield.

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As soon as they all passed through, the fabric of the void started quivering in an eerie fashion.

The landscape around them twisted and changed at a horrifying pace.

Just moments ticked by...

Until the warping halted.

And all of them stood within.

Crimson's boots hit the soil together with Marvas and Agares in perfect sync.

They quickly scanned their surroundings...

And shock hit them first.

"It's like we've been whisked away to a whole new realm,"

Agares murmured softly.

The area ahead didn't look like the enclosed spot it appeared from outside.

Rather, it formed an boundless realm, expanding forever in all ways...

so colossal that none could sense its edges.

The heavens above shone in spotless white...

dazzlingly white, almost like a roof instead of a free sky.

The terrain underneath lay dull and desolate,

with charred, lifeless trees standing tall like columns—marking the essence of the site.

However much they looked,

they couldn't liken this terrain to anything else across the infinite cosmos.

"The Aura currents in this place feel... off," Marvas noted.

"To put it in words, I'd call it disordered—unpredictable."

He conjured a dark blaze in his hand and flung it at the dirt.

The shadowy blaze exploded without issue, burning the soil effortlessly.

"Looks like the barrier isn't in effect inside," Marvas went on.

"We can clash without limits."

He exhaled a soft sigh of ease upon verifying his combat readiness.

Crimson displayed zero response, though.

Rather, he promptly assumed command.

"Let's advance."