Lein Makes His Move? Then It's Time!

They made it through—that was a good thing.

If they couldn't, they could just die.

One, two, three Chaos Devil meteorites of different sizes pierced through the Spatial Fissure and appeared in the skies of the Chaos plane.

Before the Chaos Devils could let out triumphant cheers, one of Harry's disciples, who had been waiting near the Spatial Fissure, sat inside his Mage Tower and swept out a hand. A curtain of lightning woven from thunderbolts instantly appeared in the meteorites' path.

He gave it a slight push forward. The deadly wall of electricity surged ahead, and the Chaos Devils that had only just escaped the Spatial Fissure's crushing pressure and cheated death were immediately put aboard the express train to the hell of destruction. They crashed straight into the Electric Net and died beyond any hope of recovery.

In truth, those that made it through were the lucky ones.

Outside the fissure, if the surrounding space weren't a vacuum, you could imagine a continuous series of "bang, bang, bang" explosions as one Chaos meteorite after another was swept into the spatial turbulence and burst apart.

From a distance, it looked as if a mass of soap bubbles, large and small, were popping before the spectators' eyes. Countless fragments of Chaos Devils rained down, as if they meant to fill the narrow passage with their flesh.

Unfortunately, all these attempts to "fill the breach" were rendered meaningless when the Spatial Fissure periodically closed.

When space closed on schedule, all matter remaining near the passage and the fissure was completely erased. No one knew whether the remnants had fallen into a black hole or been reduced to tiny particles too small to identify. Either way, they were gone.

Chaos's greatest advantage lay in its theoretically endless ability to send in troops.