Shattering the Confidence of Augusta, Wind Paragon Bayer

"Hope, this guy, he still hasn't arrived? What is he thinking?"

The beautiful red-haired girl scanned the Plane Battlefield where the decisive battle was about to begin with her divine sense, her brows furrowing slightly as she muttered to herself.

Although this battle was merely a confrontation between the Water Elemental Plane and the Radiant Elemental Plane, it tugged at the nerves of every Sovereign, and the Sovereign of Death was naturally no exception.

While the four Rule Sovereigns were the strongest among all Sovereigns, there were still gaps between them; the Sovereign of Death and the Sovereign of Life were slightly weaker than the Sovereign of Destruction and the Sovereign of Fate, so the two had always banded together for mutual support.

The Sovereign of Death was an old acquaintance of Hope and had a certain understanding of him. Although Hope had never admitted it, the Sovereign of Death believed that he must have been hiding his strength. As an ancient existence born even earlier than her and Utrade, Hope's strength was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface; it was highly likely he had already reached the level of a Paragon and was still concealing some special trump cards.

Therefore, the Sovereign of Death maintained an attitude of tacit approval, or even support, for Hope's tenth Plane War. After all, she and Vivia faced significant pressure when dealing with Utrade and Oufu.

If Hope possessed one more portion of Willpower, his strength would not be much inferior to the two sisters, which would make the strength of the five of them more balanced.

"Alright, big sister, hasn't the decisive battle yet to begin? Hope is not the type to be late, and besides, this battle is very critical for him."

Standing beside the Sovereign of Death, the Sovereign of Life chuckled, shaking her head as she spoke to soothe her. They were both very familiar with Hope and knew that he would never be late.

"He's here!"

The Sovereign of Destruction, who had been silent all along, raised his head and looked toward the void not far away, a hoarse voice spilling from his lips.

At this moment, it was not just the Sovereign of Destruction; numerous Sovereigns saw two blue, water-like figures in the distance, surging like ocean waves as they rushed through the colorful Spatial Turbulence.

"Everyone, long time no see!"

The waves retracted their violent energy, transforming into the figure of a black-haired youth. Hope smiled slightly, nodding toward the four Rule Sovereigns before turning his gaze toward the Plane Battlefield.

"Hope, you look quite confident, arriving only at the very last moment."

A meaningful smile appeared on the Sovereign of Death's face. She glanced toward the direction of Utrade and Oufu before speaking.

"Confidence is not the word for it. After all, Augusta should have made full preparations as well."

Hope shook his head slightly, then looked at the golden-haired figure not far from Oufu, his tone flat.

Augusta's Twelve-Winged Angels were the Radiant Divine Realm's greatest trump card, proving invincible on the Plane Battlefield, a fact confirmed by past wars.

However, upon hearing Hope's words, Augusta's expression turned somewhat ugly, as his Twelve-Winged Angels had been defeated by Hope last time.

Since the birth of the world, there had been four instances of a nine-game winning streak in the Plane War: two by the Celestial Realm, one by Hell, and the current one by the Water Elemental Plane.

The first time, the Celestial Realm successfully seized a ten-game winning streak, allowing Oufu to obtain a portion of Willpower. Later, the second nine-game winning streak belonged to Hell; Utrade had made many preparations, but ultimately failed after Augusta brought out the Twelve-Winged Angels he had accumulated for many years.

The third time, the Celestial Realm had a nine-game winning streak. Utrade had gathered a large number of Seven-Star Fiends and Sovereign Envoys, almost suppressing the Twelve-Winged Angels for a short time during the decisive battle. However, the Twelve-Winged Angels had no emotions and feared no death; as time passed, it inevitably caused the morale of the Hell side to decline.

That time, Augusta was full of confidence, thinking he could help Oufu seize a second ten-game winning streak. Who would have thought that at the critical moment, a figure would appear: Hope's Sovereign Envoy, Palhouse, who used his strength as a Paragon to intervene at the crucial moment and stop the angels, allowing Hell to turn defeat into victory.

Now, the fourth time, it was the turn of the Water Elemental Plane. Palhouse was no longer a Paragon and could not intervene, so Augusta would naturally have the Twelve-Winged Angels do everything in their power to stop them.

"Hmph! Hope, this time, I'm afraid it won't be so easy for you to win."

Augusta snorted coldly, a cold glint flashing in his golden eyes before he stopped looking at Hope.

At the same time, on the Plane Battlefield, the decisive battle began...

"Kill!"

Accompanied by an angry roar, a green-haired giant clad in ancient armor was the first to soar into the sky. A terrifying long whip exuding the aura of a Sovereign appeared in his hand, and under the high-speed rotation of the whip, an ice-blue vortex quickly emerged.

Following the lead of the commander Barbary, the Seven-Star Water Starers from the Water Elemental Plane moved. Various colorful, glazed rays of light flashed; material attacks, soul attacks, and violent Sovereign Powers surged continuously. For a time, the entire battlefield was enveloped in Sovereign Power.

"Hmph! Barbary! You think you can stop the Twelve-Winged Angels just by yourself? Form up! Kill!"

After a mocking voice rang out, a commander from the Radiant Divine Realm charged toward Barbary. A white halo appeared on his body, and hundreds of white ribbons coiled toward Barbary.

At the same moment, hundreds of figures from the Radiant Divine Realm took the lead, flying out from the Radiant Divine Realm side and arranging themselves into a special formation.

Looking from above the Star River Passage, one could clearly see that the front row of figures were all golden-haired beauties with twelve snow-white wings behind them, exuding a sacred radiance as if angels had descended.

However, at this moment, each of these sacred angels exuded a cold aura, like fallen angels returned from hell, reaping the lives of those from the Water Elemental Plane.

The Twelve-Winged Angels were not only powerful individually, but they were also absolutely loyal to the Chief Sovereign of Light. They showed not the slightest sign of fear of death and would not have their morale affected by any situation on the battlefield. Most importantly, they could form formations, perfectly coordinating to exert their strength.

In contrast, although the gods of the Water Elemental Plane were generally stronger, they were essentially fighting their own battles. Their material and soul attacks were uncoordinated, and they were unable to perform effective collective defense, causing their initially superior formation to begin to retreat.

"Front! Soul attack!"

A dazzling white halo flashed, and a joint attack from a dozen angels emerged, instantly causing hundreds of six-star Water Starers from the Water Elemental Plane to perish, creating a gap in their defense.

"Don't panic! Collective material attack! Target the angels in front!"

Commanders from the Water Elemental Plane reacted quickly. Hundreds of air currents containing the Water Sovereign Power tore through the sky, instantly shredding the physical bodies of dozens of Twelve-Winged Angels.

However, in an instant, new angels replaced them from behind, continuing their attacks without the slightest hesitation, their coordination flawless.

Various colors of Sovereign Power flashed continuously in the channels on both sides. Fortunately, the Twelve-Winged Angels were concentrated in the left channel, so the Water Elemental Plane still held an advantage in one channel. After a while, the Water Elemental Plane broke through the obstacles in the right channel, and as the colorful light receded, they secured victory in one channel.

"It seems Augusta doesn't intend to give you a single chance. One thousand Twelve-Winged Angels concentrated on one path—that's almost all of them. Hope, what about your trump card? Don't tell me you didn't prepare one."

The Sovereign of Death wore a playful expression as she looked toward Hope, her tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Just wait and see!"

Hope glanced at the battle situation in the left channel and spoke in a flat tone, not at all surprised by the current situation.

Generally speaking, when facing a nine-game winning streak in a Plane War, one did not need to win to stop a ten-game winning streak; a draw was sufficient. One did not need to win both paths, nor did one need to split their forces into two paths; it was enough to concentrate superior forces to attack a single path.

During the world's second nine-game winning streak, the Celestial Realm side had concentrated all their power to break through one channel, forcing a draw with Hell and preventing Utrade's victory.

When the third nine-game winning streak occurred in the world, Hope only sent Palhouse to intercept the Twelve-Winged Angels in one of the passages, eventually resulting in a draw and causing Oufu to fail his second attempt at a ten-game winning streak.

Therefore, it was not beyond Hope's expectations that Augusta would concentrate all his power into a single passage, and Hope naturally had already prepared corresponding countermeasures.

"More than three hundred Water Starers and dozens of commanders—you've prepared quite a lot, Hope. However, it seems you no longer have a chance."

Augusta watched the Twelve-Winged Angels steadily advancing in the left passage of the Star River, a faint, imperceptible smile playing on his lips, his tone filled with confidence.

At this moment, the side of the Water Elemental Plane in the second Star River passage had already begun to retreat steadily; if nothing unexpected happened, they would likely be defeated soon, and a flash of triumph crossed Augusta's heart.

"You are very confident, Augusta, but it is not the final moment yet!"

Hope glanced at Augusta indifferently, a flicker of mockery flashing through his exquisite eyes before he said nothing more.

The Water Starers and commanders had all been arranged by Palhouse, and Hope had not directly intervened. He knew that these preparations were still somewhat inadequate in the face of the Twelve-Winged Angels, so he had long since prepared his final trump card.

Hmm? Where does his confidence come from? Palhouse is no longer a Paragon Highgod; what other trump card could he have to counterattack? He couldn't have found another Paragon Highgod, could he?

Seeing Hope's cold reaction, Augusta immediately frowned, his mind involuntarily falling into a brainstorm as strange colors flashed within his golden pupils.

"Boom!"

At that very instant, a sudden change occurred. A powerful cyan halo flashed, instantly tearing through space as a humming, thin-winged longsword flew up and instantly slaughtered dozens of angels.

The longsword then circled through the air and returned to its master—a figure clad in a cyan robe, the fabric inscribed with many special patterns that were enough to daze an ordinary Highgod just by looking from afar.

Violent Sovereign Power of the Wind element was perfectly controlled in the newcomer's hands. With just a single strike, the perfect Angel Battle Formation of the Twelve-Winged Angels was shattered, fully displaying the suppression of Willpower over ordinary Highgods. The person capable of this was clearly a Wind-style Paragon Highgod.

Wind-style Paragon Highgod—Bayer!