Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3095: 635: A New Supreme!

A look of deep satisfaction settled upon his face as he observed the Sword River. "You've ascended to such incredible heights."

"Indeed," a consciousness replied, childlike in its simplicity.

Levi then stepped into the torrent of the Sword River. Countless streams of Sword Qi surged like tidal waves, carrying him skyward for ten thousand miles. At the very heart of this tempest, the Sword Qi coalesced, forming a throne that emanated an formidable aura. It was the Throne of the Sword!

The onlookers watched this spectacle in utter astonishment.

"Could it be that the Dusk Sword River has… gained consciousness?"

"Not quite life, but a faint spark of spirituality."

"That throne is meant for the Grand Council Chairman! Anyone else who dares to sit upon it will have their posterior cleaved clean off! Hahahaha!" A sudden burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Precisely. It seems our odds of victory have just significantly increased. The might of this Sword River alone could rival that of any Top Level Strongman. If it continues to grow, absorbing the faith of Nora and all swordsmen across the globe, it might even reach the Supreme realm."

"Yes, with the Dusk Mother River and the River of Time… if we were to add a River of Sword Dao to gather the essence of Sword Dao, wouldn't it surpass those so-called Gods?"

Levi calmly took his seat upon the Throne of Sword Qi.

Gazing down upon the assembled legion, with a mere thought, the Sword River expanded outwards, transforming into a colossal Great Wall that stretched for millions of miles, its edges shimmering with golden, streamer-like Sword Qi—a truly awe-inspiring sight.

At intervals of every hundred thousand miles, imposing signal tower nodes stood like vigilant sentinels.

Raising the Sword of Victory towards the heavens, Levi proclaimed loudly, "Onto the Sword Qi wall! Let us charge forth!"

Emmon let out a thunderous laugh and was the first to leap onto a signal tower. The surrounding Sword Qi respectfully parted, swirling around him and forming a protective natural barrier.

The Heavenly Will applauded with evident delight. "Magnificent! To possess such a powerful trump card is truly excellent."

One by one, the Top Level Strongmen voluntarily positioned themselves atop the wall, their ranks evenly spaced, ensuring a balanced distribution across the entire battlefront. In the end, nearly three hundred individuals at level 10 and thousands more at level 9 arrayed themselves at the signal towers, their battle intent burning fiercely.

The Netherworld Ancestor and Emmon took their positions on either side of the throne.

Levi conducted a final, meticulous review of the army.

"Sword River, charge into the Nightmare Camp!"

"Affirmative, Master."

With a deafening roar, a colossal dragon, stretching for millions of miles, surged into the fray.

The Sword River surged forward with breathtaking speed, traversing the Void in the blink of an eye—covering hundreds of millions of miles instantaneously.

Before long, their gaze fell upon the Nightmare Camp that lay ahead.

High above the camp, the Master of Horror, the Ignorant Monarch, and the Archdevil of Hell were visible. Deep within the camp's confines, a Supreme presence was stirring, on the verge of awakening.

Levi commented, "It appears the Disaster Monarch has successfully ascended to the Supreme realm."

The Netherworld Ancestor responded, "It matters little. This type of forced ascension, achieved by draining Nightmare's own potential, bolsters the higher echelons at the expense of weakening the lower ranks."

"Nightmare's overall strength has not truly increased; in fact, it may have even diminished. Following this battle, regardless of the outcome, Nightmare will cease to inspire any fear."

As a Giant, she possessed an unparalleled understanding of such matters. With the Underworld's foundations, creating another Supreme would be trivial, yet it was unnecessary.

With four Supreme Wills already present—excluding the astral world—each of the other three Giants commanded a Supreme Agent, sufficient to maintain dominion for an eternity, steadfast and unyielding.

Emmon stated, "Then, I shall trouble you, Lady, to occupy the Master of Horror for a time. Leave the newly ascended Supreme to Levi and me—we shall aim for a swift victory. The remaining adversaries, the Two of the Four Emperors and the Demon Lord Level beings, will be contended with by the Nether Emperor and Nora's Top Level Strongmen."

The Netherworld Ancestor replied, "If we commit our full strength to this engagement, victory is all but assured. However, we must be wary of the astral world and Abyss exploiting the ensuing chaos… We would do well to keep a contingency plan in place."

Levi acknowledged, "Understood. The paramount objective is to eliminate as many Monarchs as possible. Given the evasive tactics of the Master of Horror and Nightmare Will, even in defeat, we are unlikely to capture them."

"However, should we decimate hundreds of Monarchs and dismantle their lower echelons, two lone, struggling Supremes will no longer pose a significant threat; they can be dealt with in the aftermath. Naturally, if we possess the ability to annihilate them all at once, that would be ideal."

On the opposing side—

The Master of Horror's gaze was grave. "This river… it has also attained divinity."

The Two of the Four Emperors exchanged uneasy glances.

The impending battle looked grim.

"Had we foreseen this, it would have been wiser to remain within our defenses, adopting a purely tactical game. At the very least, we could have utilized the advantage of our terrain to prolong our survival."

The Netherworld Ancestor initiated the first move.

Her delicate hand grasped the sword, and with a surge of sword Qi imbued with the essence of Death and Reincarnation, she conjured a grand Underworld Hell, completely enfolding the Master of Horror.

Behind the silhouette of the Master of Horror, countless specters of Fear began to materialize.

"Seal of All Things!"

Upon its chest, an octagrammatic symbol, black and crimson, manifested.

Gushing forth—its chest cracked open, and from the rupture, a spectral, blood-drenched hand emerged. Its five claws, impossibly sharp, tore through the fabric of space-time in a grotesque fashion, lunging directly for the Netherworld Ancestor’s face. She raised her blade to parry the assault, and with a resounding clang, was forcefully repelled, the weapon in her grip vibrating uncontrollably.

Regaining her footing, she initiated a counter-swing, her face betraying a slight pallor.

"This abhorrent being has unleashed a supreme technique not seen for countless eons—it appears Nightmare is cornered and fighting with its last vestiges of strength."

As Supreme Agents, their power levels were virtually identical.

Through millennia of feuds and intricate schemes, each was intimately familiar with the other’s capabilities.

Absent any external meddling, a confrontation of this magnitude could conceivably drag on for ten thousand years.

"The crucial factor rests with Levi’s engagement. Should he, as he did previously, shatter the stalemate and join forces with Emmon to bolster my position, there remains a sliver of hope to contain them."

The Netherworld Ancestor initiated her most guarded techniques, deeply engaging the Master of Horror in combat.

Meanwhile, in another locale—

The Dusk Sword River unleashed its furious torrent towards the enemy encampment.

In the wake of the Ignorant Monarch, a panorama of Blind Foolishness unfurled, projecting a vast, intellect-sapping miasma; a radiant divine light washed over the cascading Sword River, momentarily confounding its relentless advance.

Numerous level-10 powerhouses stationed atop the signal towers simultaneously adopted vacant, listless expressions.