Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2849: 580: Unstoppable Momentum, Slaying the Military Lord’s Incarnation!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
The God Race's eight level 9 powerhouses represent the immense foundation they've built across endless ages!
Beyond that, think of all the level 9 rare treasures and vast resources poured into them.
Its own direct efforts failed to halt Levi, something that makes perfect sense.
It fears that without the Main God's personal involvement, not even the Wild Dog God could deal with Levi... This guy is now utterly unstoppable!
"We need the other six incarnations to come back right away, or this fellow will pick them off one after another. All those years of hard work will go up in smoke, and protecting my master's Belief Land will become nearly impossible later on. Our old enemies will definitely seize the chance to strike!"
Figures like the Heavenly Father and God of War have harbored grudges against the Blood Fire Dominator for ages.
Should the Main God drop even a single minor realm, the fallout would be beyond comprehension.
...
Three years passed.
Nora Calendar 1645, Blood Battle 1533.
In the depths of outer space, a stunningly fierce woman unleashed divine spells, weaving multiple protective shields around her form.
General number sixteen: Hailan!
The sole female in the Blood Fire Eighteen Generals, at early level 9.
"Show yourself, Dusk Palace Master—I know you're nearby."
She warned sharply.
A roaring beam of sword light tore through the shadows, instantly morphing into a surging golden stream!
Nine-Ring Magic: Nine Swords!
Levi appeared at the stream's end, arms folded confidently.
"I heard you used to be a Grand Wizard... But you fell into shadow, sided with the God Race—what a letdown!"
"Hmph, what would you understand? In the last twenty thousand years, I've watched countless old Grand Wizards pass away, while I've thrived. Civilization means nothing to me now.
Loyalty to my master promises immortality, a life span beyond what any Legendary Wizard could dream of—doesn't that sound ideal?"
While talking, angelic-like wings sprouted from her back.
It was obvious she had transcended humanity.
Levi skipped the debate, just letting out a sigh:
"In that case, I can only say you've picked the losing team."
The golden stream smashed through her defenses, and Hailan's frame burst forth with dazzling Divine Light!
Yet, it proved completely ineffective.
"Perish!"
Levi thrust a finger toward the emptiness, unleashing a raging flood of Sword Qi that swallowed her whole.
Before long, just a defiant soul lingered.
"My lord keeps an eye on you!"
Hailan met her end with bold defiance, only to be sealed away by Levi.
During this mission, she broke from the God Race's side, deliberately pulling Levi's focus to let their core troops escape, giving her life to shield the rest!
"Eighteen generals, nine down—only half left standing."
Levi whispered to himself, vanishing into the void.
...
Five years went by.
Nora Calendar 1650, Blood Battle 1538.
Word of the Dusk Palace Master's rampage against the God Race started to brew and ripple out, sparking massive unrest through the Council of Ten Thousand Clans' domains.
In hidden bases, shadowy alien markets, and all sorts of insider spots, tales spread of this relentless warrior conquering all in his path.
Ever since rising to fame, he'd taken out nine of the God Race's generals. Lately, he'd crushed the Seventh Divine General's incarnation without getting hands-on, just using summoned beasts—his real power defies belief!
That incarnation ranks as quasi-level 10.
Taking down a force like that demands true level-10 capabilities!
For typical powerhouses, centuries fly by in secluded training alone. Yet in mere years, this man climbed from level 8 to killing level 9s, then from level 9 to level 10. Give him another thousand years—who knows? Maybe he'll rule the cosmos unchallenged?
Panic gripped the Council of Ten Thousand Clans' realms.
Numerous allied alien races now wallowed in regret for signing on. The Dark Pact trapped them tight, with no exit like the Void Spirit Clan enjoyed, lacking a level-10 protector of their own.
Deep in the inaccessible Void realm.
Inside a lavish hall, the Void Emperor lounged amid attending sirens. Free from the Council of Ten Thousand Clans, he savored the ease, free from mortal threats—pure bliss!
"Your Majesty, urgent report!"
A Void Spirit Clan servant rushed inside.
"Spit it out."
"The Dusk Palace Master is back, wiping out five generals plus a Divine General—now just half the Blood Fire Eighteen Generals survive?"
"Impossible! Did the Divine General deploy his incarnation's might?"
"Yes, but it failed completely."
The Void Emperor mulled it over quietly, waves of relief washing through him.
"Good thing I foresaw this and pulled out early; getting caught up would've wrecked my Void Spirit Clan's numbers."
He'd given up on chasing the mighty Void Blade treasure.
As though it had never been real.
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The Dark Temple.
Amid the endless starfield.
All three Ancients wore heavy expressions.
They hadn't taken the hits yet, but their turn loomed inescapably. The issue lay in their roles as Plane Sovereigns, binding them hopelessly in place.
The Amethyst Saint had it better, wielding top-tier level 10 strength. Tied to the Amethyst Race and their Sacred Land, even a level 11 couldn't easily overpower him.
Not so for the Dark Sun Sovereign or Worm Lord.
The latter especially, ancient yet stagnant as a Sovereign, mired at early level 10 for almost ten millennia... At this pace, in under a thousand years, Levi might show up to end him.
Nora Council's intent shone clear: Legendary Wizards hold the fort, unleashing the relentless Levi to target any spot they chose!
The God Race marked the start; as Levi advanced, no one in the current Council of Ten Thousand Clans could dodge his blade!
These level-10 titans, masters of the stars, had never endured such shame.
The trio fell quiet, retreating into gloomy isolation.
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Black Water World.
A distant massive realm.
The world's crust teemed with toxic fog and venomous bugs, where mighty Alien Insect Venerables gathered—all avatars cultivated by the Worm Lord.
Down in the planet's core, a colossal white worm spanning a thousand miles lay curled, its top half humanoid and grotesquely obese; this was the Worm Lord's actual form. Over eons of blending, its body fused inseparably with the Black Water World.
"Every Venerable, abandon Black Water World, seek fresh lairs, stay hidden for ten thousand years... Go dormant until the stars align."
At those words, the Worm Lord's projections fled the realm, melting into the universe's far reaches. He'd long delved into the Clone Technique, dividing his essence into myriad fragments; even if the main form died, a single copy could revive him, reclaiming past knowledge, albeit without level-10 might.
Right now, mere endurance would do.
"Sigh, these are times of cosmic turmoil indeed—who can say how many Plane Sovereigns will tumble, fueling Nora's rise. Sauron, oh Sauron, your scheme was flawless... The Sovereign's Way, in the end, amounts to dust!"