Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2870: 584: Awe-Inspiring Across the Multidimensional Plane, Praise My Name of Dusk!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Thus, it unfolded.
The eighth-circle spell known as "Magic Poison Acid Rain" strikes at demons, while the ninth-circle "Fear Fog" assaults Nightmares, and legendary spells assault the astral world, all combining to create the plague sequence.
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Nightmare World.
The key asset that once served the Black Dragon Territory now answers to a fresh owner.
Referred to as the "Greedy Tyrant," it operates beneath the Devouring Sky Demon Lord's flag, twisting across the barren lands like a ravenous snake, consuming all in its path.
Levi made a silent entrance, avoiding any interference with the beast.
After a while, he reached the expansive domain of the Ghost Alley Monarch, picked out a bustling city at random, and secretly unleashed the "Fear Fog."
The nightmare beings inside the city remained oblivious to the looming catastrophe.
It was impossible to pinpoint exactly when a ragged gray fog started to hover over the Chaotic Wilderness, going undetected by the nightmare creatures at first.
Then, one day, the fog crept into the city, abruptly making the forms of various nightmare creatures quiver, expanding at times and shrinking at others.
Not long afterward, mutations started overtaking these nightmare creatures.
The frail ones exploded from within, spilling blood like rivers; certain stronger ones lost their minds, lashing out indiscriminately.
One month passed.
Only a handful of nightmare creatures survived in the city. Numerous deranged ones charged out into the Chaotic Wilderness, soaring off to other settlements.
Meanwhile, across the Ghost Alley Domain, this strange fog emerged everywhere like mushrooms sprouting after a downpour, quickly drawing the notice of the leaders.
Word of it got to the Ghost Alley Monarch, prompting him to visit a city under siege by monstrous assaults, his face grave.
"This... this is a plague aimed at nightmare creatures! Those cursed wizards have made their move! We need to send forces right away!"
The plague may lack the immediate punch of standard spells. Yet it endures over time with broad contagion, making it tough to block and even harder to wipe out.
The Ghost Alley Monarch had no choice but to command the sealing of key cities, while he and the overlords journeyed to foggy spots themselves, employing spells to dispel the haze.
However, the plague had long since propagated by that point. Over the years ahead, the Ghost Alley Domain faces rough days unless countermeasures for immunity are developed.
In the midst of purging the plague, an overlord unwittingly succumbed, leveling his own city in the process before cleansing the affliction's influence.
For a spell, dread gripped the entire Ghost Alley Domain.
Levi, the schemer behind it all, had slipped back to the real world.
"This spell proves incredibly effective... a true godsend. Until the Nightmare World crafts defenses, it'll stir up major turmoil."
In any case, he was merely clashing lightly with the Nightmare Monarchs.
At every opportunity, he'd slip into their lands to unleash toxins, granting the Nora Council on that front valuable time.
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Two years onward.
Year 1672 in the Nora Calendar, Year 1550 of the Blood Battle.
With articles intentionally leaked by Rowling beginning to brew and circulate, panic had seized the Pan-Plane. Levi's destruction of the Old Sea Dominator and the Dusk Sun God's projection had blazed through markets and assembly points everywhere.
Dark Pirates and wanderers relayed these tales, twisting them further into wild exaggerations that glorified the Dusk Palace Master.
Folks at first believed the Dusk Palace Master's defeat of the Divine General's avatar marked his peak, never imagining he'd take down two genuine level-10s in quick succession years on.
One was even a true god wielding a divine weapon! Feats like these stand out not just from ancient eras but across all history.
Whispers claim the Dusk Sun God was merely a False God.
The real dusk deity is the Dusk Palace Master! Humanity's God!
This provoked fury among Artu's saints and Churches in the Belief Land.
Certain projections pierced through to the faithful, shattering the devotion of many believers instantly, leading some defectors to build secret groups opposing the Church!
The Church fell back on age-old tactics, wielding violence and misinformation to crush and dull these defiant followers, though one flame can ignite the vast grasslands.
The Dusk Palace Master ignited the opening salvo in the era of god-slaying.
It's clear that ahead, belief in the Dusk Sun God will waver without fail. Artu's bid to reclaim divine might and reclaim supremacy looks doomed.
Simply holding their present status would count as a win.
This clash will deeply reshape the Multidimensional Plane's framework, delivering a sharp blow to the Heavenly Fathers' faith systems over the endless years to come.
The Dusk Palace Master demonstrated to the myriad souls of the Belief Land with undeniable proof:
Even gods can fall to the blade.
Flesh-and-blood mortals can train to rise in power!
Slaying gods to validate the path— that moment has arrived!
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Dark Temple.
A thousand-mile star.
The Four Ancients gazed upon the reports, tension thick in the air.
The Worm Lord's hands shook uncontrollably.
It had once feared the Dusk Palace Master turning level-10 and hunting it down; events showed that fear pointless... no level-10 required, this monster could end it regardless.
The Holy War Army Master's emotions swirled in deep turmoil, blending elation and anxiety.
The elation stemmed from an old foe's offspring getting felled by outsiders... the anxiety came from this figure being their sworn adversary too.
The Dusk Palace Master felled Artu despite his artifact; should they advance further, they could fell it as well; it's mightier than Artu, yet the gap is slim.
For now, it clings to the hope that the Blood Fire Dominator flees soon and then rushes to rebuild its divine form in the astral world, kindling its divine fire without delay.
Failing that... only ruin awaits.
The Dark Sun Sovereign wrestled with profound unease.
He had been a wizard once, a native of Nora.
Yet for endless life, he forsook the wizard way and, upon ascending as a Plane Sovereign, plotted alongside the Amethyst Saint and others to seize Nora's throne.