Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2870: 584: Awe-Inspiring Across the Multidimensional Plane, Praise My Name of Dusk!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
In this manner.
The eighth-circle "Magic Poison Acid Rain" strikes at demons, while the ninth-circle "Fear Fog" assaults Nightmares, and legendary spells assail the astral world, all combining into the plague sequence.
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Nightmare World.
The ace that once served the Black Dragon Territory now answers to a fresh owner.
Known as the "Greedy Tyrant," it serves beneath the Devouring Sky Demon Lord, twisting across the barren lands like a ravenous snake, swallowing all in its path.
Levi emerged silently, avoiding any disruption to the beast.
Some moments passed before he reached the vast domain of the Ghost Alley Monarch, where he picked a bustling city at random and secretly unleashed the "Fear Fog."
The nightmare beings inside the city remained oblivious to the looming catastrophe.
No one realized when a ragged gray fog started to drift over the Chaotic Wilderness, at first overlooked by the nightmare creatures.
Then one day, the fog crept into the city, abruptly making numerous nightmare creatures' forms quiver, expanding and shrinking in turns.
Not long afterward, these nightmare creatures started to warp.
The frail ones exploded inward, spilling torrents of blood; certain mighty ones lost their minds, lashing out wildly.
One month passed.
Scarce nightmare creatures survived in the city. Plenty of deranged ones charged into the Chaotic Wilderness, soaring off to other settlements.
Meanwhile, across the Ghost Alley Domain, this strange fog sprang up everywhere like weeds after a storm, swiftly drawing the notice of the leaders.
The report made its way to the Ghost Alley Monarch, who ventured himself to a city under siege by monsters, his face grave.
"This... this is a plague aimed at nightmare creatures! Those cursed wizards have made their move! We need to send forces right away!"
The plague might lack the immediate punch of regular spells. Yet it lingers with enduring spread and contagion, tough to block and even harder to wipe out.
The Ghost Alley Monarch had no choice but to command the sealing of key cities, while he and the overlords journeyed to infected spots, deploying magic to dispel the fog.
However, the plague had already taken hold by that point. Over the next few years, the Ghost Alley Domain would face relentless hardship without countermeasures for immunity.
In the midst of purging the plague, one overlord unwittingly succumbed, razing his own city in the end to banish the affliction's hold.
For a while, dread gripped the entire Ghost Alley Domain.
The culprit, Levi, had long since slipped back to the real world.
"This spell proves incredibly potent... a true godsend. Until the Nightmare World devises defenses, it will sow major turmoil."
After all, he was merely clashing lightly with those Nightmare Monarchs.
Whenever an opening arose, he'd slip into their lands to unleash toxins, thereby granting the Nora Council valuable time on their front.
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Two years afterward.
Year 1672 of the Nora Calendar, Year 1550 of the Blood Battle.
With articles slyly spread by Rowling beginning to brew and circulate, the Pan-Plane teetered on the edge of chaos. Levi's defeat of the Old Sea Dominator and the Dusk Sun God’s projection had blazed through markets and hubs everywhere.
These tales traveled via Dark Pirates and wanderers, growing more outlandish and twisted with each retelling, lifting the Dusk Palace Master to mythic heights.
Folks first believed the Dusk Palace Master toppling the Divine General’s avatar marked his peak, never dreaming he'd fell two genuine level-10s in the years that followed.
One bore a divine weapon from a true God! Feats like these stand rare not just in ancient eras but across all history.
Whispers claimed the Dusk Sun God was merely a False God.
The real dusk deity is the Dusk Palace Master! Humanity's God!
This fury ignited the saints and Churches in the Artu Belief Land.
Certain projections even struck the faithful directly, shattering many believers' devotion instantly, with defectors banding into secret groups to defy the Church!
The Church fell back on age-old tactics, wielding might and misinformation to quash and dull these upstarts, yet one flame can ignite the vast plain.
The Dusk Palace Master ignited the era of god-slaying.
It's clear that ahead, loyalty to the Dusk Sun God will waver deeply. Artu's bid to reclaim godhood and reclaim supremacy looks doomed.
Holding onto their present status would count as a victory.
This clash will reshape the Multidimensional Plane's framework, delivering a brutal blow to the Heavenly Fathers' faith systems over the endless years to come.
The Dusk Palace Master showed beings across the Belief Land the truth:
Gods can fall to the blade.
Fleshly mortals can rise through cultivation to greater power!
Slaying gods to forge the path—it's here now!
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Dark Temple.
A thousand-mile star.
The Four Ancients eyed the reports, tension thick in the air.
The Worm Lord's hands shook.
It had once feared the Dusk Palace Master might hunt it down upon hitting level-10; events showed that fear pointless... no level-10 required, this monster could end it regardless.
The Holy War Army Master's feelings swirled in turmoil, blending relief and anxiety.
Relief came from their ancient foe's offspring meeting ruin at another's hand... anxiety stemmed from this figure being their own hated adversary.
The Dusk Palace Master felled the relic-wielding Artu; should they advance further, they could claim it too; it's mightier than Artu, but only slightly.
For now, it could only pray the Blood Fire Dominator flees soon and rebuilds its divine form swiftly in the astral world, kindling its divine fire.
Else... inevitable doom.
The Dark Sun Sovereign grappled with inexpressible thoughts.
He had been a wizard once, a child of Nora.
Yet for eternal life, he forsook the wizard way and, upon rising as a Plane Sovereign, schemed with the Amethyst Saint and kin for Nora's throne.