Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2849: 580: Unstoppable Momentum, Slaying the Military Lord’s Incarnation!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
The God Race has built up eight level 9 powerhouses through endless ages of accumulation!
Besides, the massive spending on level 9 rare items and various other assets is beyond measure.
Its own hands-on effort failed to halt Levi, and that makes perfect sense.
It believes that without the Main God's direct involvement, not even the Wild Dog God could deal with Levi... This guy is now utterly unstoppable!
"We need the other six incarnations to come back right away, or this fellow will take them down individually. All those years of hard work will go to waste, and protecting my master's Belief Land will become incredibly tough later on. Our old enemies will definitely seize the chance to strike!"
Figures like the Heavenly Father and God of War have harbored grudges against the Blood Fire Dominator for ages.
Should the Main God drop even a single minor realm, the fallout would be beyond comprehension.
...
Three years passed.
Nora Calendar 1645, Blood Battle 1533.In the depths of outer space, a stunningly fierce woman unleashed divine spells, weaving multiple protective shields around her form.
General number sixteen, Hailan!
The sole female in the Blood Fire Eighteen Generals, at early stage level 9.
"Show yourself, Dusk Palace Master—I know you're nearby."
She warned sharply.
A roaring blade glow tore through the shadows, instantly morphing into a surging golden stream!
Nine-Ring Magic: Nine Swords!
At the stream's far end, Levi appeared, arms folded confidently.
"I heard you used to be a Grand Wizard... But you fell into shadow, sided with the God Race—such a letdown!"
"Hmph, what would you understand? In the last twenty thousand years, I've watched countless old Grand Wizards perish, while I've thrived. Why bother with civilization?
Loyalty to my master brings eternal existence, a life span beyond what Legendary Wizards could dream of—doesn't that sound ideal?"
While talking, angelic-like wings sprouted from her back.
Evidently, her humanity was long gone.
Levi skipped the debate, letting out a sigh:
"In that case, I can only say you've picked the losing team."
The golden stream smashed through the shields, and Hailan's frame burst forth with dazzling Divine Light!
Yet, it proved completely pointless.
"Perish!"
Levi jabbed toward the emptiness, as a raging flood of Sword Qi swallowed her without mercy.
Before long, just a defiant spirit lingered.
"My master keeps an eye on you!"
Hailan met her end with bold defiance, then got sealed away by Levi.
During this mission, she broke from the God Race's side, deliberately pulling Levi's focus to let their core troops pull back, giving her life to shield the rest!
"Eighteen in total, nine now slain—only half are left."
Levi whispered to himself, his form fading into nothing.
...
Five years went by.
Nora Calendar 1650, Blood Battle 1538.
Word of the Dusk Palace Master's rampage against the God Race started to brew and circulate widely, sparking massive unrest throughout the Council of Ten Thousand Clans' domains.
In hidden bases, foreign underground markets, and all sorts of informed spots, folks were buzzing about this relentless warrior, charging ahead without defeat.
Ever since rising to fame, he's cut down nine of the God Race's generals. Lately, he crushed the Seventh Divine General's incarnation without getting personally involved, just using conjured beasts—the depth of his power defies belief!
That incarnation of the Divine General counts as near level 10.
Taking down a foe like that demands true level-10 capabilities!
For typical powerhouses, centuries slip by in secluded training alone. Yet in this brief time, he climbed from level 8 to killing level 9s, then from level 9 to level 10. Give him another thousand years—what might happen? Could he dominate the entire cosmos?
Panic gripped the realms of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans.
Plenty of allied alien races now regretted their choice deeply. But the Dark Pact binds them tight, offering no escape—unlike the Void Spirit Clan, lacking any level-10 support.
In the inaccessible Void realm.
Inside a lavish hall, the Void Emperor lounged amid attending lovelies. Since ditching the Council of Ten Thousand Clans, he'd savored true ease, free from mortal threats—pure bliss!
"Emperor, urgent update!"
A Void Spirit Clan member rushed inside abruptly.
"Spit it out."
"The Dusk Palace Master is back, wiping out five generals plus one Divine General—now just half of the Blood Fire Eighteen Generals survive?"
"Impossible! Did the Divine General tap into incarnation strength?"
"Yes, but it failed utterly."
The Void Emperor mulled it over quietly, waves of relief washing through him.
"Good thing I acted wisely and pulled out early; getting caught up would spell doom for my Void Spirit Clan's numbers."
Regarding the ultimate artifact, the Void Blade, he'd erased it from his mind.
As though it had never been real.
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The Dark Temple.
Hovering over the endless stars.
The three Ancients wore heavy expressions.
Though the hits weren't landing on them yet, that grim day loomed sure as sunrise. The issue lay in their roles as Plane Sovereigns, cursed to stay pinned in place.
The Amethyst Saint had the edge, wielding top-tier level 10 might. Tied to the Amethyst Race and fortified in their Sacred Land, even a Level 11 couldn't easily crush him.
The Dark Sun Sovereign and Worm Lord faced worse odds.
The latter especially, enduring eons yet stalled as a Sovereign with scant progress, mired at early level 10 for close to ten millennia... Going on like this, in under a thousand years, he dreaded Levi showing up to end him.
The Nora Council's intent shone clear: Legendary Wizards hold the fort, unleashing the relentless Levi to target and smash as directed!
The God Race marked only the start; as Levi advanced more, every soul in the current Council of Ten Thousand Clans faced inevitable doom!
As level-10 titans and cosmic overlords, such degradation was unprecedented for them.
The trio sat in heavy quiet, disconnecting with bleak hearts.
...
Black Water World.
A distant massive realm.
Across the planet's face, choked with toxic fog and venomous bugs, mighty Alien Insect Venerables gathered thickly—all avatars cultivated by the Worm Lord.
Down in the Earth's core domain, a colossal white worm spanning a thousand miles twisted about, its top half human-like and grotesquely obese; this was the Worm Lord's actual form. Over vast eras of blending, its body had fused completely with the Black Water World, impossible to divide.
"Every Venerable, abandon Black Water World, seek fresh lairs, stay hidden for ten thousand years... Go dormant, biding time for the perfect strike."
At those words, the Worm Lord's projections fled the realm, dissolving into the universe's vast voids. He'd long delved into the Clone Technique, dividing his essence across myriad fragments; should the main form perish, any single copy could revive him, reclaiming past recollections—albeit without level-10 might.
Still, mere endurance would do for the moment.
"Sigh, these are indeed times of massive turmoil—who can say how many Plane Sovereigns will tumble, fueling Nora's rise to glory. Sauron, Sauron, your scheme was masterful... The Sovereign Path, in the end, amounts to zilch!"