Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3127: 643: Charging into the Astral World

Time elapsed with astonishing speed.

By the 3800th year of the Nora Calendar, on the very first day of the new year, a joyous atmosphere permeated the 140,000 territories of Nora across the New World. Gongs and drums resonated as billions of citizens congregated before massive projection screens. The Mechanical Sky Net's real-time broadcast capability would soon feature the Chaos Emperor announcing a pivotal event.

The midday sun shone brilliantly overhead. Ascending the Tower of Heaven, the Emperor, resplendent in pure white wizard robes, appeared bathed in golden light. Behind him, his colossal wizard form materialized, a presence as vast as Nora's very heavens and earth.

Levi declared with profound gravity: "For the past 3800 years, we have endured immense oppression and relentless invasion. Billions of our kin perished, yet our spirit remained unbroken through three Abyss Blood Battles and two Nightmare Wars. From the crucible of adversity, we achieved the unimaginable. The remnants of Nightmare now languish in the shadows, barely surviving. Today, we retake the initiative!

We will fight until Nightmare can never retaliate! For the sake of our peaceful existence, we shall claim dominion over that land of evil—Nightmare itself! Effective immediately, we are the true rulers of Nightmare. This is not an act of vengeance... but a necessary self-defense forced upon us!"

Upon hearing Levi's impassioned address,

a murmuring of dissent arose from hidden enemy spies within the crowd. "Since when does self-defense involve encroaching on another's territory?" one scoffed. "Indeed. They cloak their conquest and invasion in such righteous terms," another added. "That detestable Chaos Emperor! Utterly shameless!"

To the enemy's perspective, Nora's stance was nothing short of hypocritical. Some even harbored secret curses against Levi in their hearts.

In the ensuing moments, those harboring such malevolent thoughts dissolved into crimson mist. Simultaneously, across Nora's domain, over ten thousand individuals self-detonated. The swift investigation by law enforcement confirmed their identities: every single one was a spy under the control of hostile factions.

On the grand podium,

the Nightmare Emperor Dragon Power radiating from Levi gradually subsided. He had intentionally uttered those words, attempting to shatter the psychological defenses of enemy agents and provoke their malice, thereby creating an opportunity to eliminate a contingent of them. While a few errors in judgment might have occurred, the probability was exceedingly low. His accomplishments over the years were undeniable. The reverence of the ordinary populace for him had reached a near-fanatical level, bordering on pure faith—a potent foundation for the potential emergence of a Faith God.

Levi continued his proclamation:

"Beginning tomorrow, we embark on the march to the Nightmare Battlefield, with me personally leading the charge. By the 4000th year of the Nora Calendar, we shall conquer Nightmare, no matter the cost!"

As his words concluded, the Nora Continent erupted in thunderous cheers, their collective roar swelling into a tidal wave that promised to shape the era, igniting the hearts of all, much like the dawn of creation itself!

Amidst this unprecedented surge of Nora's collective confidence,

the second, even more magnificent, Great Expedition commenced!

...

Within the Black Dragon Territory.

Dark clouds loomed over the assembled vast armies. This monumental expedition was to be undertaken by a joint force comprising both Nora and the Underworld. The Underworld, under the command of the Reincarnation Emperor, contributed fifty Nether Emperors. Nora's contingent, led by Charactus, also fielded fifty formidable warriors.

For this decisive campaign, Nora's forces would advance from the Western Nightmare, systematically purging any lingering Nightmare remnants before proceeding northward. The Underworld's main contingent would execute a sweeping maneuver from the south—a two-pronged assault. Naturally, elements of the Underworld forces would accompany Nora, tasked with subduing true souls. Whichever army made the swiftest progress would then advance towards the Eastern Battle Zone. Ultimately, both forces were destined to converge upon Central Nightmare, where, under the strategic command of the Dusk Army, they would assault the most formidable stronghold, compelling the Nightmare Will to reveal itself!

Among the ranks of level 9 powerhouses, the Underworld deployed 300 Kings of the Underworld. Nora, in contrast, mustered a force of 400 individuals—encompassing knights, wizards, and various other races and professions—organized into 50 Eight Formation Map Battle Groups, each possessing level 10 combat prowess. After two centuries of dedicated development,

Nora had cultivated 521 Grand Wizards, 779 level 9 beings from alien races, and 44 level 9 knights—yet was committing less than a third of these elites to the expedition. The remaining level 9 personnel were dedicated to the crucial task of guarding Nora. At the apex of the power hierarchy, the level 10 tier, four additional beings had emerged, including the formidable Solomon. First, the Eagle God Barbarian Chief had ascended to the Ten-level Realm. Second, the Shadow Civilization had produced two new level-10 entities. In total, 25 supreme beings now stood as the custodians of Nora proper. This esteemed group included Emmon, the Heavenly Will, and the Frost Witch—all powerhouses of the highest caliber. Indeed,

given Nora's current might, the threat posed by lesser adversaries was virtually nonexistent. Only the Astral World and the Abyss warranted serious consideration. As for the remaining fragments of the Nightmare Will,

Should they dare to encroach upon Nora, the Mother River would retaliate without delay.

This particular campaign was meticulously planned, with enough resources to anticipate the demise of at least one more Supreme being.

Following a swift period of pre-battle mobilization, the two colossal armies advanced toward the war's vanguard.

Meanwhile, the news of the Grand Expedition propagated with astonishing speed throughout the Multidimensional Plane.

...

Before the roaring flames of the furnace,

Master Bao Long finally concluded the commission from the Lord of Storm.

He drew forth a greatsword, radiating intense heat from the embers, its surface intricately carved with celestial patterns—an image encompassing the Three Thousand Worlds and all their inhabitants. Without question, this was a treasure of the highest caliber.

However, in the crucible of actual combat, its might could rival that of a Cosmic Treasure.

The [Primordial Heavy Stone] proved to be exceptionally potent.

A vast majority of Primordial Relics paled in comparison to its efficacy.

Due to his own cultivation realm, Master Bao Long found it challenging to fully unlock the sword's potential during its creation. After all, he himself had not yet ascended to the Supreme Level.

"Still, its resilience is such that even a Supreme would struggle to shatter it. That alone should suffice—I trust its future wielder will find satisfaction in this blade. And it is more than just a Dragon Slayer Sword... it is an unparalleled weapon, capable of cleaving the Astral World in two."

Shortly thereafter,

The Lord of Storm manifested in a bustling, temporary form to personally retrieve the blade.

Alas, even the divine might of a Subordinate God proved insufficient to lift the artifact.

After a thorough inspection, He let out a smile.

"Excellent. A truly magnificent sword. Our exchange is now concluded."

Master Bao Long responded with a warm chuckle:

"Should you find yourself in need of any further crafting, please do not hesitate to send them my way."

The Lord of Storm paused in contemplation for a brief moment, then inquired:

"I have heard rumors of your collaboration with Nora. Is this true?"