Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2977: 606: Quasi-Giant Nora!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
"I... I got sealed by the Dusk Hall Master, almost dying out, but luckily, by employing the [White Bone Disintegration] method, I turned into a speck of dust and fled back to the Nightmare World, where I came back to life, though my cultivation level has dropped a bit.
Back then, I was extremely frail and joining the fight would've been pointless, so I dodged the main conflict temporarily to safeguard the Nightmare's vital forces."
As they heard its account, numerous monarchs harbored no doubts. The Pale Monarch's fighting skills were mediocre, yet its knack for staying alive placed it high up in the Nightmare ranks,
they simply felt annoyed by the Pale Monarch’s choices, but it made sense; if they were in its shoes, staying alive would always take priority.
Looking at it from a different angle, it was the least terrible result amid disasters. At the very least, the defeated monarchs numbered three, not four.
The Pale Monarch inquired warily:
"Lord Lost, what's our next move?"
The Lost Monarch murmured deeply:
"First off, spend some time healing up, then team up with the Ignorant Monarch."
It couldn't fathom why the Ignorant Monarch hadn't struck when Nora’s troops were caught off-guard, squandering the prime chance it had labored to set up.
Getting rid of the Shadow World was never the key objective.
Those shadow dwellers were merely fighting to hang on.
The real threat shaking this era is Nora!
The emergence of the Dusk Hall Master confirmed that.
With sheer individual might, it shifted the balance in the Shadow Battlefield, cutting down three monarchs and badly wounding another, accomplishments that even stirred a touch of caution in it.
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Void Holy Temple.
Hera perched loftily on the [Death Throne].
"Indeed fitting for Sauron’s successor, upon reaching level-10, he overwhelmed every foe, and without that premature demise, ascending to Supreme was inevitable, I trust he'll honor our pact... Supreme, maybe I ought to make my move after all?
With the shadow soon to fuse with Nora, my handful of followers challenging the congress is pure delusion. If the Void Holy Temple can hold out till the fresh worlds arrive and discover a path to exit this universe, we might seek out somewhere else to venture..."
Even as a woman, Hera despises subordination.
She yearns for exploration, mysteries, and domination.
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Underworld.
Within the Netherworld Ancestor Hall, the swordswoman in grey robes lifted her gaze, sending a potent and chilling intent across boundless space-time, conjuring a hazy apparition in front of her, its form vague like a flayed figure.
The Master of Horror, envoy from the Nightmare World, demanded icily: "Is the Underworld meddling in Nightmare's business as well?"
The Nether Ancestor stayed composed, polishing the longsword she held, countering with: "Master of Horror, it's been ages, are your wounds mended?"
"Hmph, if you're itching for conflict, spit it out plainly, Nightmare will meet it head-on, no need to pretend neutrality while pulling strings in the shadows."
The Master of Horror vanished, leaving the Nether Ancestor unfazed.
The Underworld has no intention of clashing with Nightmare right now, as the Abyss remains the primary foe, and she refuses to benefit those cosmic bugs.
Regarding Leon near Levi, she held no sway there.
That seemingly ordinary youth was, in a past existence, one poised to enter Supreme whenever desired, yet he chose not to.
The restless soul opted for rebirth and renewal, aiming to experience a fresh existence as Levi’s companion. Save for the Mother River, it answers to no one.
Currently, among the Underworld's top three Nether Emperors, the third is the Reincarnation Emperor, the second the Life and Death Nether Emperor, with the first spot empty.
This throne was once held by:
Spirit Emperor Leon.
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Inside the Pan-Plane.
The Fire Sovereign, Void Emperor, The End Dragon Bird, and fellow seasoned titans, upon learning of Nightmare World's loss to the shadow forces, displayed varied reactions, with some gloating and others sighing.
The Dusk Hall Master, who ruled the Multidimensional Plane for thousands of years, has now attained level-10—does this signal the dawn of a fresh era? No one can say.
What lay ahead was certain: the upcoming Multidimensional Plane would surely erupt in bloody turmoil, with inconceivable deities and fiends perishing, mighty entities fading away.
Thousands of years from now, even should Nora fall.
This society and its band of mythic icons would etch a profound legacy into the Age History Book. Accomplishing feats that innate powerhouses like dragons and Frost Giants could manage, all through a mortal frame, stands as a wondrous feat.
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Land of Darkness.
A particular battleground.
Arrogance, Void, Sloth, Fury—the Four Great Demon Lords at late level-10—linked their energies, erecting a crimson-black barrier potent enough to unsettle even level-10 pinnacles.
Before them loomed more than ten lesser deities and a True God with storm-swept wings, rising endlessly high, unleashing divine spells in a torrent of fury.
"Four Great Demon Lords, what's the intent here? Do you seek to ignite war between Nightmare and the astral realm?" Bolstered by his Subordinate Gods' power, the Lord of Storms faced off against the quartet alone.
"Heh, Lord of Storms, clever scheme you've got, slipping a divine avatar down here amid our assault on Nora—don't claim you visited the Multidimensional Plane just to gawk." The Arrogance Demon Lord sneered,
The Lord of Storms responded:
"How in the world did you learn of my descent?"
The Arrogant Sovereign boasted:
"Thanks to our strategist Lord's foresight, we saw through your sneaky plot—head back to the astral world... Nora falls under Nightmare's claim!"
"Keep dreaming; Nora serves as my domain of worship, I'm merely retaking what's mine—when has the astral world ever cowered before your Nightmare?"
"Then we'll settle it in combat!"
The clash between the factions had dragged on for years, with no concessions from either, mired in stalemate, until shadowy streaks appeared, outlining the Lost Monarch's silhouette.