Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3110: 639: Nightmare’s Defeat

Levi possessed no knowledge of how Hera attained her Supreme power.

However, it was undoubtedly linked to her ultimate treasure.

Hera's current condition was far from ideal.

Yet, at this critical juncture, no superior alternative presented itself.

Levi even pondered if Hera’s ascension to Supreme was merely an elaborate ruse within Sauron’s grand design.

Ultimately, he discarded this notion.

Sauron’s methods were unlikely to stoop to such a level.

This entire ordeal should stem from Hera's own volition.

Had she not ascended to Supreme, Nora might have faced destruction from the Disaster World, though it would have sustained considerable damage and fallen short of its ultimate objective.

Nevertheless, it remained within Sauron’s strategic foresight.

And also within the resilience of Nora.

Consequently, Levi urged Hera to seek temporary refuge elsewhere.

However, he also upheld her personal prerogative.

Time and again, Levi himself had shattered his own limits, expending his Spiritual Origin, his life force, and even his Lifespan for a marginal increase in strength.

His Lifespan was extensive; he could afford such expenditures.

Once, he had embarked on the path of a wizard, yearning for Eternal Life.

Now, having witnessed the eternal nature of the Giants, he felt naught but profound emptiness.

With Hera's intervention, the shattering of the Disaster Stone intensified.

In tandem, the expansion rate of the Disaster World diminished.

Ten years elapsed.

The velocity of the Disaster World was no longer a menace to Nora.

Levi could manage it independently.

"Hera, you ought to cease and recover."

Levi stated.

Yet, he found Hera was no longer beside him.

She had vanished—once more.

...

The following day.

The sun ascended as it always did.

Levi persisted in his bombardment of the Disaster Stone.

His countenance was etched with tension; he did not observe Hera's reappearance.

Thus, the days flowed by, one after another.

Over three thousand cycles of day and night passed, culminating in the Nora Calendar year 3580.

On this particular day, the Disaster Stone reached its apex, riddled with fissures.

As Levi delivered his final sword strike, it disintegrated into countless shards, fracturing the very world, and Levi, wielding the Hand of the Universe, extended his reach and seized the majority of the Disaster Stone Fragments.

However, a minor portion dissipated into the void nonetheless.

Rumble!

The Disaster World commenced its implosion. From a celestial vantage point, an immense, scarred, circular Brand was visible, imprinted upon the Lands of Darkness.

Within this scar, all forms of Disaster wreaked havoc.

No living entity could endure in this place.

The established laws of existence were rendered inoperative here.

For an extended epoch, this would remain an ultra-forbidden zone.

Levi leaned upon his greatsword, standing in solemn contemplation.

Since the moment of her disappearance, Hera had not returned.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, she was lost to them.

On the opposite front.

After eighty years of unceasing power release, Emmon's appearance had also deteriorated; his True Sun form now bore less resemblance to a man and more to... the celestial body of the Sun itself.

His expression was one of serene tranquility, as placid as the sun and moon.

"Levi, how fare you?"

Emmon inquired unexpectedly.

Levi responded:

"I am well, and yourself? How are you enduring?"

Emmon spoke with unvarnished honesty:

"Not optimally. I require a period of dormancy to rein in my power. The duration of this slumber is uncertain. Levi, the entirety of present responsibility rests upon you."

His tone was one of utter exhaustion.

After all, his tenure as a Supreme had not been lengthy.

Merely, his situation was more advantageous than those newly ascended, such as Hera or the Lord of Disaster.

Consequently, he could sustain his state for eighty years without succumbing entirely.

If an additional twenty years were to pass, even that assurance might waver.

"Proceed to your rest,"

Levi gestured dismissively, and a golden barrier materialized around Emmon.

This was coalesced from the might of his Golden Emperor Dragon origin. Only a Supreme could breach it; a standard level-10 cultivator would merely be able to chip away at it over a prolonged period. It sufficed for Emmon’s recuperation.

Emmon had no leisure for expressions of gratitude.

He assumed a cross-legged posture akin to an aged monk, lowering his head.

Yet, the Supreme Power he emanated, as incandescent as the Sun, remained uncontained—not from Emmon’s reluctance, but due to his inability to regulate it; this would only be possible post-awakening from his slumber.

Levi perceived a subtle undercurrent of bitterness within himself.

Even though all preparations had been meticulously made.

The cost of vanquishing a Supreme invariably proved substantial.

Hera was lost, Emmon in dormancy.

Now, only Levi remained capable of active engagement on the battlefield.

He too was nearing his absolute limit, desperately craving slumber himself.

But this was not the opportune moment.

...

Elsewhere on the ravaged battlefield.

The Master of Horror instantly perceived the demise of the Lord of Disaster.

Its visages were clouded with profound despair, and it emitted a mournful cry to the heavens.

The Nightmare’s desperate offensive had proven futile.

It had willingly sacrificed a third of Nightmare's life essence to elevate a Supreme to unparalleled might, solely to obliterate Nora—yet now, it had lost both its matriarch and its legions.

"Aaaah!"

Consumed by impotent rage, it immolated itself, seeking to drag the Netherworld Ancestor down with its dissolution.

On a more elevated plane of conflict, Nightmare Will experienced a commensurate despair.

Never in its existence had it envisioned the Nightmare facing such a dire predicament.

Whether it chose to retreat to the confines of Nightmare or to persevere in combat, it could not alter the inexorable turn of events. Now, with the Dusk Palace Master liberated, and despite Emmon’s slumber, he was not deceased.

Hera was now a forgotten concern, her presence momentarily dismissed.

Casting his gaze across the entirety of the battlefield, Nora’s contingent had unequivocally established a commanding lead in Supreme Combat Power.

There remained no possibility for Nightmare to muster two additional Supremes.

Should it attempt such a feat, it would self-destruct before Nora even needed to intervene, ultimately facing complete annihilation.

The inevitable conclusion would leave only a singular Nightmare Will commander standing.

It contemplated the future course of action, a fierce internal debate unfolding within.

The offensive from the Underworld Source River intensified with each passing moment.

At last, a glimmer of hope for triumph began to appear.

The established order of the Four Great Giants was poised to crumble.

The subsequent epoch would usher in an era of tripartite equilibrium!

...

Regaining his senses,

Levi observed that his Crimson Dragon Slash bore numerous nicks and chips along its edge. Barring a cosmic-level Supreme Treasure, no other artifact could endure such extensive wear.

"Thank you, old companion."

Levi carefully sheathed his divine weapon, returning it to his person for recuperation and nurture.

He chose not to hasten to the aid of either the Netherworld Ancestor or the Mother River. Engaging and defeating another Supreme would demand an excessive expenditure of time. Given that the remaining two combat zones were in a state of temporary stasis, he might as well seize this opportune moment to confront the other two Four Emperors, thereby alleviating Nora's imposed duties.