The Glorious Evolution Chapter 424: Winged Horns.

Xorr’Vaedryn along with his teammates stayed silent amid his mockery... shock still gripped them, their gazes shifting back and forth between Levi and the void that swallowed their summons whole.

Arthur had wiped out their initial army, forcing them to ramp up for the subsequent assault... over 70% of their energy went into strengthening those ranks. Yet, history repeated itself. Their forces got annihilated without taking down even one Daywalker, all witnessed by billions of onlookers.

How could they risk calling forth more?

Worse still, they remained utterly clueless about Levi's effortless destruction of their army... this unknown factor terrified them beyond measure, marking a unprecedented event.

Chatter erupted among the spectators across the heavens, most stunned yet exhilarated. Never before had they witnessed summons armies crushed so thoroughly. Though the majority couldn't fathom Levi's method, they roared in support for him.

In contrast, Gamemaster Envy, Bishop Na’thir, Bishop Va’ren, and other top-tier figures in the stands harbored distinct feelings... their faces blending gravity with fascination.

"That Lantern... it might not be a replica of the Unburdened Wardens’ Lanterns, but why does it feel like it possesses their powers?" Bishop Va’ren furrowed his brow intensely.

His peers echoed similar responses, being somewhat acquainted with the Unburdened Wardens, those who ushered stray souls to eternal peace.

’He has already proved that his affinity to Aether energy is abnormal... now this?’ Bishop Na’thir stroked his chin in contemplation. ’This can’t be related to his Radian Bloodline... Aether energy is as special as solar energy... it is extremely rare for one to be born with such a high affinity to it when no one has access to its realm.’

Bishop Na’thir and his companions sensed Levi’s Lantern tied somehow to the Aether Realm... this hunch gained weight since nearly every summoner in the cosmos drew on its roaming wisps to animate their constructs.

Indeed, crafting summons with original souls lay beyond them... that demanded elite techniques. Rather, typical summoners forged one-way portals to the Aether Realm, beckoning wisps to possess their works.

Should Levi yank those wisps into the Lantern on command alone, it meant the Lantern held far superior command over them than any summoner present!

No such feat could occur absent a bond with the mysterious Aether Realm.

’This boy... he is truly a treasure trove of secrets.’ Bishop Na’thir’s eyes gleamed with avarice. ’I have to get my hands on them... I must.’

’Such immense spiritual power... I was planning to use him as a pawn to kill that bastard, but now...’ Bishop Va’ren licked his lips. ’His powers might be the missing piece to a high alchemical advancement.’

Bishop Va’ren grasped better than most the vital role spirits played for alchemists... high-grade Potions or Evolutionary Formulas often needed a Wisp-Bound Artifact housing a sleeping wisp.

As Levi’s Lantern drew covetous stares from foes eyeing its value to their ambitions, Levi stayed locked on the match.

He realized the Lantern’s debut transformed his image—no longer just a genius from an obscure world... now a cosmic prodigy, given few held such profound ties to the taboo Aether Realm.

But he shrugged off such concerns... feigning frailty to dodge peril was impossible now, with comrades’ fates hinging on his guidance to triumph.

On that note, Nurah, Arthur, Shia, Evangeline, Tyrese, and Levi’s other allies displayed varied emotions.

Tyrese gulped in fear, baffled by the events... his spirit sight lacked sharpness, blinding him to the torrent of wisps surging their way.

Jojo and fellow Psych Specialists in the contest fared differently... both Daywalkers and Nightcrawlers.

"He didn’t kill the summons..." Jojo whispered, entranced. "It was targeted soul extraction... Absolute priority override... just what kind of Nightcrawler did he really sign with?"

Levi’s companions knew he delved further into the Aether Aspect, yet... this marked their initial awakening to his unnaturally swift mastery.

Just two reacted mildly: Arthur and Jasmine... sole keepers of Levi’s hidden truth.

Arthur moved beside his brother, inquiring gravely, "Big Bro, what’s the plan?"

’I will deal with the werewolf,’ Levi stated coolly as he advanced. ’Kill the summoners while they are defenseless.’

Levi realized that failing to take down Fang before his ally arrived would turn their predicament far more dire.

At these words, battle-hardened looks appeared on every face... But right as they prepared to charge after Levi, a sharp horn blast sliced through the air.

All of them halted abruptly... Followed swiftly by another resounding call.

The mood shifted dramatically this time, with the abyss's roars intensifying while fierce gusts whipped harder, testing their grip on the whirling rope.

No sooner had they processed it than Gamemaster Envy's thrilled shout echoed powerfully.

"It is time for the Jackpot to make an appearance! Keep your eyes wide open, the Winged Horn is about to spawn!"

These words made the Rifters' faces grow stern... Fang himself glanced around warily, bracing for the Winged Horn's arrival.

Details on points from this horn remained unspecified, yet all knew Gamemasters never flung around 'Jackpot' without reason. Just one Winged Horn could deliver fifty points in a single haul—or even higher!

"There! I see it!"

Mira's pupils contracted sharply as she pointed a delicate finger at the heavens.

A minuscule golden horn floated over the abyss's vast maw... scarcely larger than a pigeon. Elegant angelic wings beat softly on either side, suspending it midair as it swirled idly in languid loops, radiating innocent shine against the pitch-black depths underneath.

Every face twisted into grimaces at once.

‘That jerk’s trying to make us off ourselves!’ Arthur inwardly raged.

His shock echoed that of the group, Nightcrawlers not excepted... Catching their veiled glares directed at him, Gamemaster Envy only flashed a sly grin.

"Just to let you know... each Winged Horn is worth a hundred Giant Horns."

The moment those words escaped him, the Rifters' attitudes flipped... Winged Horns screamed certain doom, but no chance they'd let rivals seize them.

"Change of plans... The Winged Horn is our topmost priority," Levi declared gravely. "If they take it, we are done for."