Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2842: 579: Maya Joins the Team! The Origin of the Nest!

With eyes blazing like fire, the main body of the Holy War Army Master seethed with rage.

"Damn it! That cursed Dusk Palace Master! He's shown up once more!"

"All Divine Generals, rush to the central headquarters without delay!"

"All Generals, guide your troops to pull back from the fortress right away!"

Within the whole God Race, besides the Holy War Army Master itself, nobody possessed the strength to rival the Dusk Palace Master; thus, the moment it discovered Levi's comeback, its initial move was to command the entire group to withdraw, steering clear of direct confrontation for the time being.

Concurrently, it shifted its awareness toward the Dark Temple.

A expansive cosmic expanse unfolded, as three immense silhouettes materialized successively.

"What's going on?" The Amethyst Saint's tone came out raspy.

These recent times had proven tough for him. Despite his haughty and unbeatable demeanor, he sensed the looming threat from Nora and started plotting a getaway strategy.

The deep-seated enmity between the Amethyst Race and the wizards stretched back ages, leaving no room for any truce. What's more, the wizards eagerly desired to transform every member of the Amethyst Race into Wizard Tools.

The Worm Lord and the Dark Sun Sovereign faced similar troubles; simply hanging back for Nora to wipe them out went against their bold spirits, so each one turned to thoughts of pulling out.

"The Dusk Palace Master has shown up in my domain—I require your assistance!"

Throwing aside the dignity of a level-10 existence, the Holy War Army Master focused solely on safeguarding its own might.

"Where exactly is he?" the Amethyst Saint inquired.

"Just a short time back, he lingered in the Kerry Territory; at present, I believe he could be moving toward But, Luo Fu, or Aiken Territory... those spots lie nearest to Kerry, with my Generals posted in them. I've set up the withdrawal already, and I want you all to provide backup."

After taking this in, the Amethyst Saint paused briefly before responding:

"Those locations sit too distant from my own lands; even sending out the Purple Crystal Seven Kings wouldn't get them there in time."

The key issue was that the Purple Crystal Seven Kings couldn't stand against the Dusk Palace Master at all—dispatching them would just mean handing over amethysts on a platter.

Through the years, it had summoned every bit of the Amethyst Race to the Amethyst civilization core, readying themselves to stand firm, whether for a final showdown or to cleverly steer the whole group clear of the fray and slip away from the Pan-Plane.

The Worm Lord chimed in:

"I'm helpless here too, my friend... it's unfortunate the Dusk Palace Master isn't invading my zone, or I'd send an avatar to slay him on the spot!"

A dark scowl crossed the Holy War Army Master's face, on the verge of cursing aloud.

Are they all just dodging now? We vowed to stand united in victory or defeat—turns out these ancient fools can't be relied on!

To date, the God Race had endured the heaviest toll!

From the sidelines, the Dark Sun Sovereign overheard their evasions. He once commanded a Black Sun copy, but the link broke because of Edmund. These days, the Black Sun roamed lost across the Multidimensional Plane, leaving him isolated.

"Why not recruit a few powerful Dark Pirates? Those sorts chase only gains and could soften the blow to your ranks."

That was the Amethyst Saint's advice.

The Holy War Army Master shot him a icy glare before disconnecting.

With the Dusk Palace Master's reputation spreading far and wide these days, not even bandits would act stupidly, forcing him to reach out once more to the Blood Fire Dominator.

Before long, the shadowy image of an odd figure materialized in front of the statue.

"My Lord, the Dusk Palace Master has arrived—I beg for your aid."

"I've heard already; his arrival couldn't be worse timed... Right now, I'm locked in combat against the insect race's [Stinging Snake Queen] and can't divide my focus. Do your best to hold onto your troops for now, until the angels and avatars I've positioned get there."

"Understood."

A wave of relief washed over the Holy War Monarch.

When things get dire, only the Main God proves reliable!

Without the supreme artifact known as the Dark Temple enabling seamless links across the Multidimensional Plane, it would have fled ages ago.

"Hmph, we forged that temple together—this Amethyst Saint holds no claim to it. The instant the Main God breaks free, we'll reclaim it by any means!"

...

At the same moment.

Amid a barren stretch of the Star Wilderness, ruined Divine Kingdoms littered the landscape, marking it as a prime clash zone between the Dark Insects and the astral world.

Across almost two millennia of conflict, innumerous Gods had perished, with the devastation rivaling ancient eras and the struggles within the Nightmare World.

What enraged everyone most was how certain Monarchs from the Nightmare World exploited the astral world's turmoil to launch incursions. Fortunately, it hadn't escalated into full-blown warfare yet; otherwise, the astral world would face off alone against a pair of top-tier civilizations.

Thanks to its special traits, the astral world—despite emerging later—surged ahead, boasting overall power likely topping the Four Great Giants.

Back then, the [Star Worm] infested the [Star Cluster Brain], devouring the bulk of its underling [Star Saints] to spawn a massive horde of Gods.

The astral world excelled at indoctrination, pulling in hordes of near-level-10 feeble Gods from the Multidimensional Plane to serve as disposable troops. The bulk of casualties came from these Lesser Gods, sparing the elite Upper Gods from major hits.

Still, the damage ran deep. Victory over the insect disaster might come, but mending the scars could demand a full epoch's span.

All at once, a deep void tunnel tore open on the field of battle, linking straight to the Sea of Ruins. Through the almighty force that warped reality and dimensions, the Sea of Ruins swirled into a black maelstrom a million miles across, birthing a titanic entity armored in [transcendent-level chitinous shell], stretching beyond six hundred thousand miles.

Its form evoked a massive shelled serpent, yet jointed like a millipede, lined with more than a billion sets of razor "scythe claws" along its flanks, ending in a "clamp tail," while its head bore a steel-like jaw that could split wide to 180 degrees.

As it arrived, swarms of akin insects poured forth, seeming tiny beside it yet measuring tens of meters each. Other bug varieties joined too, each fulfilling unique duties.

"What a pain... how on earth did this reach my turf?"