Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3016: 616: Joy of the Harvest

With the destruction of the Lost Monarch, a colossal maze materialized within the heavens.

It resembled a mere mirage, existing outside the boundaries of ordinary dimensions.

Inside this labyrinth resided an endless array of surreal, abstract, and otherworldly realms.

Countless formidable beings aimlessly wandered throughout these illusory worlds.

A shadowy figure cloaked in regal, monarchical attire pulsed with a level-10 aura. As the Lost Monarch met its demise, the maze lost its structural integrity, allowing the figure to tear through the barrier and emerge into reality.

This was none other than the Shadow Fall Master, who had been imprisoned within.

"What is occurring? Has the Lost Monarch been defeated?"

Charactus chuckled and remarked:

"Indeed, we have secured a monumental victory. The Lost Monarch has been executed, its body and soul utterly obliterated, leaving no possibility of return... Welcome back to the fold, my old friend."

Upon hearing this, the Shadow Fall Master stood transfixed, as if caught in a trance.

Having survived the cataclysmic shattering of the Shadow World, he possessed an intimate awareness of the Lost Monarch’s terrifying nature.

The expeditions of the Emperors would typically leave absolute devastation in their wake, causing entire realms to collapse.

This was no mere hyperbole.

To witness that insurmountable obstacle finally toppled left him speechless.

He let out an appreciative breath and uttered:

"My gratitude to you all."

With his return, the Shadow World regained its complement of 11 Monarchs.

Edmund gestured, sending a cascading serpent of crimson flame to split the firmament.

Rumble! The depths of space vibrated, causing the maze to disintegrate into nothingness. Awakened from their stupor, a multitude of figures scrambled to flee the collapsing structure.

Among them were three ancient Grand Wizards, garbed in styles reminiscent of Gargamel’s era. Confusion and terror etched their faces as they took in their surroundings.

"What... what has transpired here?"

"What is the current era?"

Edmund declared in a resonant tone:

"You have been incarcerated by the Lost Monarch, one of the Four Nightmare Emperors, for tens of thousands, perhaps even a hundred thousand years. I serve as the head of the Nora Council and am your liberator. To prevent the Lost Monarch from utilizing you as a vessel for resurrection, none shall depart until Nora has completed a full screening to determine your status."

His proclamation radiated an undeniable, supreme authority.

Even the level-10 entities present felt a natural urge to bow before him.

The numerous level-9s dared not protest and complied in a daze.

Aside from those recently captured, most had been isolated from their own time for so long that their survival could only be described as miraculous.

Edmund saw an opportunity to consolidate this group into the Nora faction.

At present, Nora commanded just over 500 level-9 powerhouses.

Among these newly liberated captives were more than 80 additional level-9s, along with over ten thousand entities at level-6 or higher, and countless lesser forces.

As for those below level-6, most had succumbed to their environment, their wills shattered and self-awareness extinguished, leaving them as hollow zombies beyond the aid of even the gods.

Edmund exhaled, lamenting the brutal methods employed by the Four Emperors.

...

Within the Land of Darkness.

The Master of Horror narrowed its eyes, a tempest of malice swirling within.

Not even the simultaneous fall of the Four Great Demon Lords had stirred such a reaction, but the Four Emperors represented something far greater; each was a delegated successor to the Supreme Will.

They were the premier lifeforms cultivated by the Red and Black Mother.

Each one held the innate potential to reach the pinnacle of existence.

Its hate-filled, blood-red gaze swept over the Nora forces, sending an icy tremor through all who stood there.

The Master of Horror departed under the vigilant glare of the Netherworld Ancestor.

"This war is far from its conclusion."

Its chilling voice reverberated throughout the Land of Darkness.

Edmund maintained his composure, pondering inwardly:

"Indeed, it is not over. After enduring such relentless passive assault... it is time for us to seizing the initiative. The true conflict has only just begun!"

Perched upon the Golden Throne, Levi cast his gaze across the horizon.

For a billion miles, space was shattered, creating turbulence and chaotic time vortices accessible only to level-10 cultivators.

He announced:

"Everyone, once the battlefield is cleared, let us combine our strength to seal this sector for ten thousand years. We shall reopen it only once the spatial instability has subsided."

Edmund concurred:

"I share that sentiment completely."

The efforts to sweep the battlefield commenced.

Since this clash involved Nora, the Underworld, and the Void Holy Temple, the division of spoils required careful management to prevent future friction.

Levi had already secured several level-10 captives inside the White Emperor Palace.

Whether regarding the Four Great Demon Lords or the Lost Monarch’s remnants, he opted out of further distribution; he had gained sufficient rewards and had no desire to appear avaricious.

The Dark Battlefield was officially pacified.

As more level-10 powerhouses returned to Nora, they purged the remaining Demon and Nightmare remnants within the borderlands, while the Shadow Army and Blood Battle Spirit reaped significant rewards. The remaining foes below level-9 were left for the various Clans to systematically eliminate.

Three days passed.

The tripartite alliance of Nora, the Underworld, and the Temple deployed 100 level-10 experts. Under the guidance of Edmund, Hera, Charactus, and Heaven’s Will stationed at the cardinal points, the Supreme Council wove a massive, invisible barrier that sealed off the billions of miles of the battlefield, consigning it to temporary obscurity in deep space.

The universe possesses its own restorative properties. Once the deep space recovers, this area can be safely unsealed; rushing the process would only invite needless destruction.

Following these administrative tasks, the leadership gathered to deliberate on post-war affairs.

Edmund first extended his gratitude to the Underworld and Void Holy Temple for their collaborative efforts, before stating: "The allocation of the spoils requires an agreement among all involved parties."

The Nine Death Swordsman spoke on behalf of the Underworld: "We seek only the crystals and primary relics of the Lost Monarch. We waive all rights to the remainder of the bounty."

Edmund and Hera exchanged nods of approval.

While the Four Emperors’ assets were undeniably the most coveted, for Nora, a single Emperor was worth less than ten standard Monarchs in terms of utility.