Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2944: 598: God Race’s Grand Ceremony

The Holy War Army Master, ruler of the Multidimensional Plane across hundreds of thousands of years, has now met its end.

Serving as the Plane Sovereign and agent for the Blood Fire Dominator in the Multidimensional Plane, it likely never dreamed of perishing by the hand of a mere level 9.

Amid the battlefield shrouded in fog, the carnage raged on. In every passing second, countless members of the god races perished, their blood's odor forming crimson mists that blocked out the sky and sunlight.

Level 10 forces rapidly wiped out every last god race fighter. These weren't simple followers; they served as the devoted sacrificial troops for the Blood Fire Dominator.

Thus, Levi offered no quarter.

Moment by moment, shadows pierced through dimensions and multiplied across the field. Levi channeled all the substantial experience gains straight to the Demon Emperor, pushing its level to the pinnacle of 9 before it stalled; ascending to level 10 demanded an immense amount of experience.

Once the fight concluded, the shadows efficiently cleared the site, gathering every trophy and body into the Eternal Star Abyss for later accounting when conditions allowed.

Levi gripped a golden figure of an eight-armed demon emperor, clad in armor of remarkable quality, featuring a third eye on its forehead much like the mythical Erlang Shen.

"Truly impressive—a weapon at Treasure level."

Meanwhile, Leon clutched a formidable level 10 soul, encased in dense layers of spider silk, his gaze burning with eager hunger.

"Another lavish banquet awaits."

"Don't forget to pull out the Memory Disc once you're done."

He stowed the Night Barrier Bead away, causing the enveloping fog to lift from the world, uncovering rugged mountains, wide plains, seas running with bloody streams, and innumerable toppled temples.

Levi wielded the Crimson Dragon Slash like a writing tool, employing brilliant Sword Qi as his medium.

Like coiling dragons and twisting snakes, the strokes carved deep fissures and valleys across the expansive terrain. Viewed from the celestial vantage, the inscription emerged:

[Nora Calendar 1867, the Dusk Hall Master defeats the Holy War Army Master at this spot!]

...

Astral World.

Within the Sea of Ruins, the clash between the Blood Fire Dominator and the Queen Stinging Snake had burned fiercely for centuries, with certain stalemates dragging on for thousands of years.

Yet lately, the Blood Fire Dominator sensed a clear strain in battling the Queen Stinging Snake, its own power waning noticeably.

From the era of Ancient Times onward, its might had risen gradually and without pause, securing a place among the astral world's top ten powerhouses.

For deities, such a loss of strength stemmed from just two causes.

A drop in God’s Authority or a fall in divine power.

Right at that instant, an empty sensation welled up inside it without reason, then a massive surge of divine power ebbed away, slashing its overall strength by perhaps one tenth.

"Trouble has struck in the land of faith."

Next, within its consciousness, a golden blaze flickered out abruptly—a fragment of the Holy War Army Master's Soul Fire, snuffed alongside its bearer's existence.

"Dusk Hall Master!"

The demise of this level 10 devotee, whose faith rivaled entire domains of average followers, inflicted a severe blow alongside the Holy War Army Master's death!

Shattered equilibrium followed, exposing weaknesses in the Blood Fire Dominator to the Queen Stinging Snake; with a sharp crack, her scythe-shaped talons sliced through it.

"Splat."

Divine blood erupted from the Blood Fire Dominator's mouth, its expression twisting in shock. Hastily, it rebuilt its Divine Body using divine power, falling back even as it clashed:

"Fall back—we can't maintain this position any longer!"

Panic gripped the Blood Fire Twelve Sub-gods as their unassailable Main God appeared on the verge of collapse; they clustered around the Dominator to shield the withdrawal.

The Queen Stinging Snake advanced with victorious momentum, her unyielding insect hordes shattering the divine forces' defenses, driving onward without mercy!

Nora Calendar 1867.

Across the Star Realm Battlefield, the Blood Fire Army routed in retreat, luring the Swarm Army eastward, trampling the Divine Domains of the God of War, God of Slaughter, and various other godly celestial domains in turn, leaning on interference from fellow deities until the Blood Fire Legion managed a deadlock, defending the Blood Fire Divine Domain.

Following this conflict.

The Blood Fire Dominator absorbed the God’s Authority of the God of War and God of Slaughter, its power not only holding steady but surging upward, reclaiming peak form; lesser and mid-tier gods fumed in frustration yet held their tongues.

Within the Divine Kingdom.

Beams of light burst from the Blood Fire Dominator's eyes as it gazed toward the Holy War World, veiled in successive layers of crimson and ebony fog; the history remained utterly obscured, revealing only the devastated realm and the Dusk Hall Master's evidence of the slaying.

Understanding both foe and self ensures victory in every clash without risk,

It needed to grasp the methods this individual employed to eliminate the Holy War Army Master.

Still, that veil tied to the Nightmare World hid all details, beyond even its power to pierce.

The Blood Fire Dominator curbed its impulse to manifest in person. Insects now besieged its Divine Kingdom; without resolving the Queen Stinging Snake, escape proved impossible.

Sending lesser gods would only bolster the opposition.

"That's sufficient— we'll await the Star Ancestor's intervention."

It ceased needless fretting; through the ages, uprisings had swarmed like fish fording streams, but regardless of their ferocity or strangeness, none could topple the Star Ancestor's unyielding peak.

In this cosmos, the Star Ancestor embodies the divine order!

As long as the Star Ancestor endures, so too shall it survive.

...

Three years passed.

Nora Calendar 1870, Blood Battle 1758.

A band of wanderers stumbled into the Holy War World by chance, finding the former stronghold of countless realms and nightmare across the Pan-Plane—the Divine Race's central base—reduced to desolate wreckage.

"Did the Dusk Hall Master really take down the Holy War Army Master?"

"This has to be some kind of prank, doesn't it?"

"That was the Army Master's own plane. The plane endures, but the figure has vanished; if not for death, where could it have escaped? This Dusk Hall Master shows real audacity, offing the Holy War Army Master and broadcasting it everywhere—doesn't he dread the Blood Fire Dominator's Divine Punishment?"

"Given that level of power, maybe he's genuinely unafraid..."

"We should get out of here fast."

The wanderers hurried away.

Drawn by Nora's gravitational pull, the Holy War World gradually moved toward that luminous point, poised for fresh renewal.