Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2953: 600: Nightmare Four Emperors!

He brandishes the Sunset Moonfall Halberd, thus he completely ignores it.

Cery's cheeks burned red, and the Blue Frost Sword she spoke of rested in the grasp of a subordinate deity beneath Father, called [Lady Chen Shuang]. Rumors say she holds the [Dawn] and [Frost] God’s Authority, standing as an Intermediate God.

This True God was the architect behind Father's downfall.

Though the Dusk Palace Master's remarks stung, they carried a kernel of truth.

After a brief contemplation, Cery responded:

"Lead the way, elder, if you please."

Levi inquired:

"I oversee a personal Undead Cemetery, nurturing endless hordes of Undead Warriors there. Isn't Blue Frost Power basically a twisted form of death energy fused with Frost Power, able to corrupt the living into Blue Frost Undead?"

Cery gave a nod.

Levi pressed on:

"Does this Blue Frost Power limit its corruption to mere mortals?"

"Not at all. Whenever I unleash Blue Frost Power, everything the blue frost touches—low-level transcendent beings get hit with a strong chance of infection, mid-level ones face moderate odds, and high-level ones only a slim possibility. Reaching Father's level would let me rapidly build a formidable Blue Frost Undead Army."

Cery detailed.

Father's lifelong boast was this Blue Frost Power.

Levi grinned:

"Excellent indeed. I'll dispatch you to a spot where you can let loose with Blue Frost Power without any meddling.

In times of peace, that Blue Frost Undead Army answers to you alone, but in wartime, you'll adhere to my directives."

A flicker of astonishment crossed Cery's face.

"Is that true?"

"Absolutely."

"Count me in. Where exactly?"

"Nightmare World."

Cery froze, then paused in quiet reflection before declaring:

"Fine, I'm all for it!"

"Fear not—with my protection, you won't meet your end in Nightmare World at least. You know what I'm capable of."

"I trust you, elder."

"Perfect. Now, swear the oath."

And so, a new General aligned with the ancient banyan tree Mansion.

Given Cery's aptitude, hitting level 9 seems straightforward, yet Levi prizes above all the Blue Frost Power's knack for churning out expendable troops, perfect for the battlefield.

Over the following decades, outbreaks of the blue frost calamity erupted on a minor scale in Nightmare World, with nightmare creatures tainted by blue frost multiplying in the shadows.

...

Time races by, days and months blur into one.

Three decades onward, in the Nora Calendar year 1950, Blood Battle era 1838.

In Lost Domain, Nightmare World had amassed close to sixty Nightmare Lords, the pace of assembling this force utterly overwhelming.

The Giant World could merely shift, and the Three Thousand Worlds would shatter beneath it—no mere boast. Dread rippled across the entire Pan-Plane.

Countless Level 10 powerhouses had detected the gathering tempest ages ago, opting to withdraw into hiding; their whereabouts remain a mystery now, evading the impending catastrophe.

The fearsome Void Emperor, Dragon Abomination Venerable, Purgatory Black King Dragon—all vanished from sight for a thousand years, lost to the annals of legend.

Essentially, should Level 10 powerhouses desire it, embracing a low-profile existence ensures survival through even the fiercest conflicts.

Beyond the Pan-Plane, in some remote locale.

A faded, lifeless star.

Red Crow scanned the intelligence reports from his underlings.

"Edmund and Dusk Palace Master are downright horrifying; good thing the Fire Sovereign halted our kin in time, or we'd have stumbled into dire straits."

A shiver of dread gripped the End Dragon Bird within.

"A Level 9 with such physical might, felling Dusk Sun God, Old Sea Dominator first, then taming Worm Lord, executing Holy War Army Master... What manner of entity is this?"

Red Crow advised:

"Brother, let's hole up for ten thousand years. The chaos out there is too tangled; dipping in could spell eternal ruin even for Level 10s."

The End Dragon Bird let out a heavy sigh:

"You're right; after ten millennia, we'll witness who claims the final victory."

"Probably the Four Great Giants, though plenty of Level 10 powerhouses will perish too; Nora's saga warrants its place in the chronicles."

Despite past rivalries, Red Crow held genuine respect for them.

As the Great Tribulation loomed, of the myriad Level 10 powerhouses scattered across the Pan-Plane, a few emerged boldly to seize chances through alliances, like [Star Sky Sword Saint] and [Thousand-Eyed Swordsman], while most sought isolation.

Across eras from antiquity to now.

Any civilizations daring to defy the Giants, no matter their former glory, met inevitable defeat; history suggests Nora holds no special edge.

...

At the same time.

For smoother coordination and warfare, the Nora Council provisionally arranged round table positions in the Void Holy Temple and Shadow World for every one of the 22 Level 10 powerhouses.

In all, 57 Level 10 powerhouses convened, intent on forging plans to counter the imminent ferocious onslaught from Nightmare World.

Post the tripartite summit, delegates were selected to venture into the Pan-Plane, aiming to enlist certain reclusive Level 10 powerhouses for a united stand against Nightmare. Each extra Level 10 comrade bolsters the Pan-Plane's odds of triumph.

Here, Nora's direct and lavish recruitment shines; every Level 10 pledging to the Nora Council claims one supreme treasure. Still, they must bind under harsh terms to bar freeloading.

The terms boil down to this:

Upon affiliating with Nora, access to a supreme treasure is granted, in exchange for 3,000 years of service, or solo elimination of a foe Level 10, securing permanent ownership thereafter.

The council's proffered treasures sit around thirtieth or fortieth on the Pan-Plane rankings, middling in caliber, devoid of pivotal assets like civilization relics.