Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2944: 598: God Race’s Grand Ceremony
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
The Holy War Army Master, who had ruled over the Multidimensional Plane for hundreds of thousands of years, has now met its end.
Serving as the Plane Sovereign and the agent of the Blood Fire Dominator in the Multidimensional Plane, it likely never dreamed that it would one day perish by the hand of a mere level 9.
Amid the battlefield shrouded in fog, the carnage raged on. In every passing second, countless god races perished, and the stench of blood formed crimson clouds that blocked out the sky and sunlight.
The level 10 forces rapidly wiped out every last god race. These weren't simple followers; they served as the devoted sacrificial warriors of the Blood Fire Dominator.
As such, Levi offered no quarter.
Shadows pierced through dimensions at every instant, spreading far and wide. Levi channeled all the key experiences into the Demon Emperor, pushing its realm to the pinnacle of level 9 before it stalled; the demands for reaching level 10 were immense.
Once the fight concluded, the shadows efficiently cleared the site, gathering every trophy and body into the Eternal Star Abyss for later accounting when conditions allowed.
Levi grasped a golden eight-armed demon emperor clad in remarkable armor, featuring an eye on its forehead much like the mythical Erlang Shen.
"Truly impressive, a weapon of Treasure level."
On the other side, Leon clutched a formidable level 10 soul, encased in dense spider silk, his gaze filled with eager hunger."Another grand feast."
"Remember to extract the Memory Disc after you finish."
He stowed the Night Barrier Bead away, and the mist enveloping the world faded, unveiling mountains, vast plains, seas running with rivers of blood, and innumerable ruined temples.
Levi wielded the Crimson Dragon Slash like a writing tool, using brilliant Sword Qi as his medium.
The strokes danced like coiling dragons and slithering snakes, carving deep fissures and valleys across the expansive terrain. Viewed from the celestial vantage, the inscription read:
[Nora Calendar 1867, the Dusk Hall Master slays the Holy War Army Master here!]
...
Astral World.
Within the Sea of Ruins, the clash between the Blood Fire Dominator and the Queen Stinging Snake had burned fiercely for centuries, with certain standoffs dragging on for thousands of years.
Yet lately, the Blood Fire Dominator sensed a clear strain in facing the Queen Stinging Snake, its power waning noticeably.
From the Ancient Times onward, its might had risen gradually and unyieldingly, securing a spot among the astral world's top ten.
For divine beings, any loss of strength stemmed from just two causes.
A drop in God’s Authority or a fall in divine power.
Suddenly, an inexplicable emptiness welled up in its core, then a flood of divine power ebbed away, slashing its strength by perhaps a tenth.
"Something has happened in the Belief Land."
Next, within its consciousness, a golden flame flickered out abruptly—a fragment of the Holy War Army Master's Soul Fire, snuffed alongside its existence.
"Dusk Hall Master!"
The demise of a level 10 fanatic, whose faith matched that of entire realms of average believers, inflicted a severe blow with the Holy War Army Master's passing!
This shift shattered the equilibrium, exposing vulnerabilities in the Blood Fire Dominator to the Queen Stinging Snake; with a sharp crack, her scythe-shaped claws sliced through it.
"Splat."
The Blood Fire Dominator coughed up sacred blood, its expression twisting in shock. It hastily rebuilt its Divine Body using divine power, pulling back even as it battled:
"Retreat, we can’t hold this spot anymore!"
The Blood Fire Twelve Sub-gods displayed alarm, as their once-unbeatable Main God appeared on the verge of collapse; they clustered around the Dominator to shield the withdrawal.
The Queen Stinging Snake advanced with victorious momentum, her relentless swarms of insects shattering the divine forces' defenses, driving onward without pause!
Nora Calendar 1867.
Across the Star Realm Battlefield, the Blood Fire Army routed in retreat, steering the Swarm Army eastward, crushing the Divine Domains of the God of War, God of Slaughter, and various other godly heavens in turn, bolstered by interference from fellow deities, until the Blood Fire Legion managed a deadlock, defending the Blood Fire Divine Domain.
Following this conflict.
The Blood Fire Dominator absorbed the God’s Authority from the God of War and God of Slaughter, causing its power not to wane but to surge, reclaiming its zenith, while lesser and mid-tier gods fumed in helpless quiet.
Deep in the Divine Kingdom.
Beams of light burst from the Blood Fire Dominator’s eyes, scanning toward the Holy War World, where layers of crimson and ebony fog veiled it entirely; the history lay hidden beyond reach, revealing only a world laid waste and the Dusk Hall Master’s evidence of the kill.
To truly know both foe and self ensures victory in every clash,
It needed to uncover the methods this figure employed to fell the Holy War Army Master.
But that veil tied to the Nightmare World hid all secrets, defying even its scrutiny.
The Blood Fire Dominator curbed its impulse to descend in person. Its Divine Kingdom now swarmed by insects; without overcoming the Queen Stinging Snake, no movement was possible.
Sending lesser gods would only bolster the opposition.
"Enough, let’s wait for the Star Ancestor to act."
It ceased its needless fretting; throughout the ages, uprisings had flooded like rivers teeming with carp, yet no rebel, no matter how prodigious or twisted, could topple the Star Ancestor’s unassailable heights.
In this cosmos, the Star Ancestor embodied the divine order!
As long as the Star Ancestor endured, so too would it.
...
Three years later.
Nora Calendar 1870, Blood Battle 1758.
A band of wanderers unwittingly traversed the Holy War World, stumbling upon the remnants of what was once a multi-realm stronghold and the dread of the Pan-Plane—the headquarters of the Divine Race—now reduced to desolate wreckage.
"Did the Dusk Hall Master kill the Holy War Army Master?"
"This must be a joke, right?"
"This was the Army Master’s plane. Now the plane still stands, yet the person is gone; aside from dying, where else could it flee? This Dusk Hall Master is truly bold, killing the Holy War Army Master and declaring it to the world, does he not fear the Blood Fire Dominator’s Divine Punishment?"
"With such strength, perhaps he’s truly not afraid..."
"We better leave quickly."
The wanderers hurried away.
Drawn by Nora’s gravitational pull, the Holy War World gradually moved toward that luminous point, poised for fresh renewal.