Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3038: 621: Supreme Artifact Proof of Chaos!

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Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Levi prepared 100 trillion in resources, including rare oddities, for his legendary promotion, ready to expend lifespan if needed. He ignited the [Light Candle], completing ten Divine Lights of varying attributes that stirred a million miles of elemental energy in the Great Tribulation of Artifacts. Amid looming threats from a level-10 Shadow Demon dispatched by the Abyss and calls for aggression from the Nightmare World, allies like Emmon and the Frost Witch oversaw the process while Nora's supporters waited anxiously.

They stand as the supreme forces dominating this cosmos.

Beneath them lie the Supreme agents along with their incarnations.

Father of All Gods and Mother of All Gods see their power swing between Level 11 Early Stage and Middle Stage; such volatility stems from the astral world's ever-shifting might.

The quantity and potency of Gods remain in constant flux.

These supreme incarnations, fueled by the faith of the entire Heavenly Father, fluctuate as well.

During their zenith, both the priest and Divine Mother attained Middle Stage level.

Yet the Taya Insect Race's onslaught claimed countless All Gods.

In this era, those two incarnations have dropped to the Level 11 Early Stage realm.

Meanwhile, its own power holds steady at Level 11 Middle Stage.

The Netherworld Ancestor and Chaotic Servant match this pattern.

Supreme Will together with its agents amount to nine in total.

This comprises all the supreme powers openly proclaimed.

Of course, the Master of Horror realizes that hidden Supreme Existences lurk within the Multidimensional Plane, evading the Giants' watchful eyes.

From the Ancient Era onward, Supreme beings emerging beyond the Four Great Giants include:

The Tree of Origin at Level 11 Middle Stage.

The pair of Double Dragons at Level 11 Early Stage.

Frost Giant Ancestor at Level 11 Early Stage.

The Ultimate Creation, edging infinitely near Level 11 Late Stage.

Sauron has yet to unleash his maximum strength in any public confrontation.

He never provoked the Giants only to suffer defeat.

His true realm stays uncertain, though undoubtedly not overwhelmingly potent.

These Supreme Beings, arising across diverse eras, faced swift annihilation by the astral world upon their emergence.

"Perhaps this fuels Supreme Will's unwavering confidence."

Should all non-Giant Supremes from history unite in a single coalition—

They could scarcely outmatch a single Supreme Will at best.

Yet assembling them proves utterly impossible.

These Supreme Existences have long since fallen, their paths utterly erased.

Even if echoes of their power persist into the present, it's mere clinging to existence.

With this realization, the Master of Horror shed his concerns.

When the emperor shows no worry, why should the eunuch fret?

Feast at mealtime, imbibe when thirsty, and cast aside all needless frets!

"However, should that Nora bunch dare invade Nightmare and stir trouble on our domain, I won't hesitate. I'll grasp the opportunity to butcher them all."

Having delegated several tasks to Nightmare's Three Emperors—

The Master of Horror drifted into slumber.

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astral world.

As the sole orthodox god among the seven not battling the insect race—

Lord of Storm squinted, his face twisted in displeasure.

"Once he achieves legendary status... I'll stand no chance against him ever again."

He burst forth from his Divine Kingdom, racing toward the astral world's profound depths.

Eventually reaching an indescribable battlefield.

This realm lacks seasons or bearings, with space-time twisted into utter disarray.

A colossal figure, spanning the starry expanse, towers here.

Its form vaguely humanoid yet stretched worm-like.

Countless divine, segmented arms whirl about, unleashing thousands of divine arts.

Facing it are two massive Divine Bodies, each stretching ten thousand miles, just marginally lesser.

Star Ancestor and the two incarnations arrayed in an equilateral triangle.

Ten thousand beams of Divine Light weave an unseen grand array, sealing billions of miles.

At the heart looms a horrifying phantom too dread to behold directly.

It evokes a gigantic black mountain riddled with tunnels and hives; overall, it mirrors a living womb, radiating infinite maternal aura.

The Taya Insect Race's absolute nucleus, the collective consciousness.

Supreme Existence, the mother nest's will.

Three Supreme Powers have confined it.

Currently, its shape gradually dissolves into a mere phantom.

Around the battlefield swarm mighty Gods and insect queens; overall, the astral world holds the advantage.

From afar, Lord of Storm transmitted:

"Star Ancestor, Nora's quasi-Supreme newcomer Levi is facing legendary tribulation. Shall we send legions now to capture Nora while opportunity strikes?"

Star Ancestor mulled it over:

"Levi, is it?"

Already, Nora boasts a Supreme in Emmon.

Levi reaching Supreme would spell true disaster.

He declared:

"In no more than a thousand years, we'll exile the nest to another universe, leveraging Otherworldly Universe forces to contain it. Until that moment, hold back.

Avoid alerting the snake and inviting needless chaos to the astral world.

Moreover, Nightmare's recent defeat lingers; Nora won't fall as simply as you think. I might need to handle it personally."

Lord of Storm assented:

"Understood."

Joy surged in his heart.

Truly, the astral world surpasses all.

These cursed insects face banishment at last.

The era free from the insect plague dawns near.

Acting rashly now risks greater losses than gains.

Suddenly jolted, Lord of Storm murmured:

"The current state aligns closely with the Great Prophet's foretellings. That ancient one possesses genuine insight; he's attained true enlightenment."

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Underworld.

Netherworld Ancestor Hall.

Troops assembled in full readiness, poised for instant battle.

The grey-robed girl eyed the hundred elite Nether Emperors and proclaimed:

"All of you, remain vigilant at all times! Should any of the other three powers meddle, we advance without delay. Levi must triumph in his tribulation and rise to legendary!

This marks the final shadow before the eternal night descends.

Survive it, and a radiant future awaits!"

The assembled Nether Emperors exuded killing intent, astride their Purgatory Heavenly Horses.

Discipline shone through; clearly a professional army.

Since antiquity, the Underworld pursued an elite-focused strategy.

Surveying them, nearly every Nether Emperor reached Level 10 Middle Stage or beyond.

Beyond native ones, recruits from the Multidimensional Plane stood as top-tier, each worth two regulars. Even connections like Holy Dragon Nether Emperor ranked at the very bottom.

Within the Netherworld Ancestor's private quarters.

"Sorren Quotations" flipped its pages.

[Levi's legendary ascension must succeed! The Nightmare War marked Nora's shift from frailty to might; his legendary rise will herald the pivot from defense to assault!