Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2844: 580: Unstoppable Momentum, Slaying the Incarnation of the Military Lord!

As a key offspring of the Star Ancestor, the Blood Fire Dominator fully grasps His immense might, particularly since absorbing the full [Star Cluster Brain], surpassing all other supreme beings and trailing only the Master of the Universe in this domain.

The Mother of Darkness has evolved into an entire universe, a domain impossible to gauge. Consider the sheer dominance if the whole Land of Darkness forms its very form?

Yet, despite the Mother of Darkness's formidable strength, those versed in these secrets dismiss it lightly, for claiming the title of Master of the Universe equates to eternal bondage as the Universe's Servant.

The Land of Darkness can no longer meddle directly in the Multidimensional Plane's events, limited to subtle manipulations via cosmic forces.

As a result, it turned to its past 'vanquished foes' for aid, elevating them to roles as vassals who check and counterbalance one another.

In this setup, the [Master of the Universe] remains the Mother of Darkness, while the [Cosmic Strongest] belongs to the Star Ancestor, the Father of All Gods.

Even this ultimate cosmic power feels a touch of impotence before the mother nest’s resolve. The gravity of the crisis shines through clearly.

Following the [Evolution Nest]'s shattering, among the elements consumed by the [Star Cluster Brain] lay the [Evolution Stone Plate].

This artifact harbors a fragment of the Evolution Nest's core Evolutionary Power.

Heavenly Will posits that the Evolution Stone Plate serves as the bloodline restraint enforced by the All Gods on every creature, the ultimate barrier to advancement— a notion that's partly accurate yet partly misleading.

In truth, the Evolution Stone Plate fosters evolution, extending beyond mere bloodline shifts to the advancement of all kinds of Strengths.

Had the Evolution Nest avoided its destruction in those ancient times and triumphed in the final clash of primordials, it could have engulfed rival ancient entities to claim the throne as the fresh Master of the Universe.

The realm it would forge might diverge sharply from today's Land of Darkness, unveiling a novel vista, maybe dubbed [Evolution Land].

Naturally, history rejects endless what-ifs; the existing order stems from those ancient primordials' designs, and lamenting it proves futile.

Upon devouring the Evolution Stone Plate, the Star Cluster Brain likely harnessed its evolutionary essence to spawn the radiant, awe-inspiring star beasts across the stars.

Soon after, the Star Ancestor launched a fierce comeback, infiltrating the astral world and fusing with the Star Cluster Brain. He then consumed the star gods, birthing the inaugural gods and scattering them for absorption. Still, numerous star gods slipped free from the astral realm, tumbling into the mortal plane as mere beasts.

To block these entities from regrouping and launching fresh uprisings, the Star Ancestor devised his unique approach to alter the Evolution Stone Plate, thereby locking their bloodlines and severing heavenly links!

Certain shifts followed later, leading to the Evolution Stone Plate's fragmentation and scattering across the Multidimensional Plane.

Thus, the Star Ancestor deduces.

The mother nest’s will fixates relentlessly on the astral world for a vital additional motive, likely aiming to reclaim the Evolution Stone Plate and propel further growth.

Yet, the Evolution Stone Plate resides nowhere near here...

Even supposing it did, handing it over to the mother nest’s will remains out of the question.

Alas, dialogue with the mother nest’s will proves impossible.

This explains the chaotic, ongoing war between the astral world and the insects up to now.

A faint unease stirs in the Blood Fire Dominator.

He trusts utterly in the Star Ancestor's prowess; defeat or demise for Him lies beyond possibility.

Still, this insect Great Tribulation, the abyssal turmoil, Underworld’s meddling, Nora’s ascent, Nightmare’s twists... these threads entwine into a chaotic knot, with unknown fallout looming. The Star Ancestor's safety doesn't guarantee His untouched state. Having endured endless ages across four epochs, must He truly perish in this time?

Such a fate He rejects!

He yearns to lure the Stinging Snake Queen toward Nora, wielding the insect horde's might to crush Nora outright, severing the lingering threat from the Dusk Palace Master!

Past efforts by countless gods to achieve this all crumbled; today's insect swarm eyes nothing but the astral world.

He stands as a God!

Death holds no appeal for him!

If any must fall, let it be the insignificant, fleeting races that vanish.

His vast existence holds incalculable worth.

The sum of all Nora pales beside it!

...

Three years passed.

Nora Calendar 1640, Blood Battle 1528.

The majestic temple sailed through the Land of Darkness, pressing onward to the Holy War World. Beneath the Tenth General, Slaughter Wolf's composed facade, turmoil churned within.

"I never thought that I, a proud God Race member, would suffer such humiliation from a mere level 9, driven from my home to flee in desperation. Absurd, utterly absurd."

Slaughter Wolf General holds level 9 middle stage, yet its strength nears that of a Sixth Realm Demon Domain controller, edging close to Late Stage.

Under ordinary circumstances, such a powerhouse scans the Multidimensional Plane with scant fear beyond level-10 foes. Face a level 9, and though victory might elude me, retreat stays viable.

The divide between us isn't vast enough to prevent that.

But since the Dusk Palace Master's emergence, the rules shattered. This anomaly defies every convention.

Along this journey, within matching realms, defeat comes swift and total, beyond rivalry. Monro General's level 9 middle stage fell in an instant!

Logically, only a level-10 could achieve that.

Yet this figure dismantles the standards bit by bit!

The issue lies in the leadership's current inability to eradicate him... so the fallback plan demands dodging him wherever possible, curbing the damage.

Abruptly, the grand temple shuddered.

Slaughter Wolf General's face twisted; it dissolved into a malevolent black mist, from which seven savage black wolf heads burst forth, drool cascading.

This marked its authentic shape, the [Seven-Headed Wolf Clan].

A grotesque figure boasting seven wolf heads atop a humanoid frame drew a jet-black chain from its belt, igniting sparks with each scrape.

This weapon ranked as a Nine-level Treasure, the [Black Prison Chain].