Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2943: 597: Fall of the Holy War (part 2)
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Yet advancement remained a mere extravagance beyond level-10, with every further step proving as arduous as climbing to the heavens. For a being like the Plane Sovereign, pushing forward became an even greater ordeal.
"Has my Lord still not dealt with that Thorn Snake Queen?"
The Holy War Lord inquired.
"No, my Lord, not yet."
"Ah, that cursed Council of All Races, they've utterly destroyed me. It all stems from the Amethyst Saint, who once swore to battle until the bitter end but switched sides to the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Gold in an instant, snatching away two supreme treasures!"
Suddenly, the Holy War Lord's face twisted in alarm.
"Danger! Who's approaching?"
Clutching the Treasure Spear firmly, it soared into the skies above, only to find the Holy War World shrouded in a dense red and black fog, so impenetrable that visibility extended no further than an outstretched hand.
"This is bad—an invasion from the Nightmare?"
A shiver coursed through its body. The Nightmare World and the astral realm stood as eternal foes; could these spectral forces be seizing the moment amid the turmoil?
In a shadowy nook, Levi hovered with a [Night Barrier Bead] suspended over his head—this fog that blocked all senses stemmed directly from the illusion artifact he had activated.
Amid the haze, his disciplined Shadow Soldiers slipped in undetected, encircling the whole of the Holy War World; sixteen level-9 Demon Kings plus one in the Mid Stage of level-9, faintly echoing the form of the Fish Demon Shadow once commanded by the Old Sea Dominator.
This emergent Demon Emperor led the Shadow Army, ensuring not even a single insect could slip from the Holy War World!
"What kind of spectral nonsense is this?"
The silhouette of the Seventeenth General darted through the mist, and despite its prowess as a level-9 powerhouse, it wandered disoriented, looping back to its starting point.
Whoosh.
A single, fluid sword swing felled this General, as the Hell Warhorse whinnied and Leon arrived to claim the soul.
Levi, encased in crimson armor, moved like a relentless engine of death, devoid of any feeling.
"The tenth one!"
His form blurred as he dashed to the following target.
"Perish! Hahaha! I'll hack you into bits!"
The Fifteenth General raged against nothing, as though facing a mighty adversary—this stemmed from the illusion artifact's might fused with Levi's Nightmare Emperor Dragon Power, trapping typical level-9 foes in unbreakable deceptions.
Another effortless sword cut brought this General's end.
"The eleventh!"
The surviving Generals all boasted power surpassing the Mid Stage of level-9.
While Levi rampaged in his hunt, the mist resounded with the Holy War Lord's enraged shout: "Dusk Palace Master, you've gone too far!"
Still, at the world's core, a level-10 clash erupted fiercely.
The Worm Lord, the level-10 Dragon Spirit, the Blood War Spirit, and Seven Treasures had hemmed in the Holy War Lord, barricading a radius of a hundred thousand miles.
They left it trapped with no route upward or downward escape!
The Holy War Lord fixed a fierce stare on the Worm Lord and demanded:
"Why betray us for the wizard? You turncoat!"
"I abandoned the Council of All Races ages ago, so how can you label me a traitor?"
"You're far too trusting—what makes you believe the Nora Council won't come for you? They tolerate you now only because you're handy, but they'll demand payback come harvest time, you idiot! Align with the Blood Fire Dominator, and I'll petition Him to grant you Divine Power!"
"Hah, Divine Power doesn't come so simply, or you'd have claimed it yourself by now."
"I sacrificed my shot at Divine Enthronement willingly for my Lord's grand cause."
"No more chatter—face your doom!"
The two Sovereigns collided in battle; though the Holy War Lord, armed with its supreme treasure, held a slight edge, the Star Dragon Spirit proved no pushover.
It commanded a vast array of elemental forces all at once, unleashing the full might of Ten Thousand Dragons without holding back, its dragon breath scorching the Holy War Lord's armor to its limits.
"Could this be... the Stellar Dragon King? Wasn't it already elevated to Divine Enthronement?"
Puzzlement clouded the Holy War Lord's features, for even if ties with the Heavenly Father were strained, aiding a wizard against their own side defied all sense of honor—where was the justice in that?
The Blood War Spirit's Blood Sea Domain and Sword Qi left the Holy War Lord exposed on all fronts; it had clashed with this eerie being in the past.
After a century apart, its strength had surged impressively.
As for Seven Treasures, each strike unleashed the Seven Catastrophic Forces, forcing the Holy War Lord to endure what felt like a divine Tribulation.
It realized that without a means of flight, it wouldn't require the hidden Dusk Palace Master to intervene directly—it would fall regardless, a disgrace too bitter to swallow.
At the same time, Levi reveled in the rush of the kill.
The Eighth General hailed from the Blood Angel Clan, a mid-stage level-9 powerhouse. Right now, it battled phantoms, firing wild red beams in disarray.
"You dispatched assassins after me back then!"
Levi swung his sword decisively, slaying it on the spot.
"Six remaining, all extensions of the Holy War Army Master."
Levi effortlessly pulverized a squad of Divine Race Soldiers in his path, leaving a trail of death every ten paces, his bloodlust propelling him onward.
The sixth Divine General, mid-stage level-9, fell to a crushing blow.
The fifth Divine General, mid-stage level-9, succumbed to a blade strike.
They never got to draw on the level-10 strength from the Holy War Army Master, who now grappled desperately on his own, too overwhelmed to support these projections.
The fourth Divine General turned out to be the long-absent Giant Head Star Lord, elevated to late-stage level-9 cultivation, eyeing the approaching god of slaughter with raw fear.
"You waylaid me during the auction—now die!"
Levi vanished and reappeared before it in a flash, landing a casual punch that sent the Giant Head Star Lord, famed for its durable frame, tumbling back like a severed kite.
"Thunder Annihilation!"
It bellowed, reshaping its form into a colossal Thunder Giant God, as endless lightning columns rained from above, yet Levi strolled unhurried through the barrage.
"A sturdy frame indeed—ideal for forging into something unusual."
Levi unleashed Long Whale Suppressing the Sea with ease, toppling it, then the Eternal Star Abyss blazed forth, drawing it in and binding it tight.
Levi had plunged into the Holy War World for merely a quarter-hour, yet of the nine lingering generals, only three endured, compelled to evade Levi in a desperate game.
Seconds dragged on.
The third Divine General, late-stage level-9, slain!
The second Divine General, late-stage level-9, slain!
In moments, just the first Divine General survived.
Now, shrouded in the fog, it murmured endless prayers, invoking the Blood Fire Dominator's sacred name in a bid to call down divine might against the Dusk Palace Master, the slayer of stars.
"Clinging to prayers in the face of oblivion."
Levi materialized with a mocking sneer.
"Dusk Palace Master, your defiance of the Gods seals your gruesome fate!"
The first Divine General lunged at Levi like a doomed insect to light, a pinnacle level-9 force, elite among the True God's elite, commanding legions below.
"Die!"
Seven Layers of Destruction Holy Realm swirled around Levi's arm, and with a straightforward Serious Punch, the gale of his fist spanned over ten thousand miles, swallowing the first Divine General whole.
As tranquility returned, fragments of broken armor lay scattered, alongside dropped rare treasures that Levi scooped up without fuss.
This fight yielded a hefty haul of level-9 rarities.
He had eyed the Divine Race's riches for ages.
In this way, the Blood Fire Eighteen Generals—the pinnacle enforcers beneath the Holy War Army Master of the God Race—were wholly eradicated by Levi's solitary hand, not a single one spared.
Sensing the shifting tides of battle, Levi noted how the Shadow Army overwhelmed the Divine Race Soldiers with unchallenged dominance; triumph loomed as only a question of moments. On the opposite front, the Holy War Army Master contended against four foes, yielding ground steadily, outmatched entirely.
Levi chuckled with a villainous edge, sheathing the Crimson Dragon Slash and chanting the Invisible Secret Words, then hurtled toward the Holy War Army Master faster than light itself.
Ka-cha!
His gloved fist tore through the army master's Golden Armor, seizing the searing, molten core of golden divine blood.
"It's finished!"
Bang! With a thunderous rupture, Levi pulverized the heart.
The Holy War Monarch's vitality plummeted at once; drenched in gore, it ignited its essence, its Divine Soul quaking violently, its visage contorted in agony:
"We'll perish as one! My Lord shall behold my devotion and claim vengeance for me!"
Boom! Four brilliant beams of light engulfed the Holy War Army Master, but they couldn't halt its self-immolation; the warped spatial blast surged outward, intent on devouring the world entire!
"Collapse!"
Levi gestured sharply, and a crystalline palace like a fallen star plummeted from the heavens, anchoring the Holy War Army Master at the blast's heart, yielding muffled pops akin to fireworks trapped in a metal cauldron.
The Crystal Palace quaked but held firm as an unyielding mountain. Once the tumult subsided, Levi retrieved the palace, surveying the colossal crater spanning tens of thousands of miles.
"A world in pristine condition, almost wrecked by your hand."