Suddenly—
"Rumble—" A terrifying roar rang out across the sky. At the same time, earth-shaking energy fluctuations erupted from the Galaxy Channels and swept wildly in every direction.
The many buildings along both banks of the Star River were caught in the energy fluctuations and reduced to powder, exposing the soldiers and commanders who had been inside. Almost instantly, countless soldiers and commanders on both sides turned to look toward the Galaxy Channels.
The two Divine Realms faced each other across the river in vast, imposing formations, all eyes fixed on the Galaxy Channels.
Desterie awoke from his training and gazed into the distance. He saw both Galaxy Channels shining with rainbow light. The light shot into the sky, stirring the space above until it trembled and making the channels more conspicuous than ever.
According to the rules of the Plane War, in the final moments of the thousand-year period, the Galaxy Channels would erupt in rainbow light and shake the heavens and earth. It was the signal that the final battle had begun!
The final battle had begun!
"The day has finally come!" Seeing this, Desterie recalled the scene he had Foresight of two hundred thousand years ago and murmured to himself. He couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
There was no unified command, and no one hesitated.
"Kill!" A roar soared into the sky.
The soldiers who had been stationed on both banks of the Galaxy Channels immediately surged forward in a vast, furious tide, charging along the channels toward the enemy.
Before long, the air above the Galaxy Channels all the way down to the surface of the Star River was packed with soldiers. They generally formed groups of a hundred, launching collective material or soul attacks to make up for the gap in quality with sheer numbers.
Unlike in previous Plane Wars, these collective attacks now frequently included pure white or pale gray Sovereign's Might, radiating terrifying power and dealing even greater damage.
The attacks fell like a downpour, sending blood spraying, Godheads flying, and badges tumbling everywhere.
Looking at the "Purgatory" before him, at the Six-Star and Seven-Star experts being cut down like grass, Desterie couldn't help asking, "Dalayer, they've trained for countless years just to see the Plane Battlefield, only to lose their strongest Divine Clone here. Do you think it's worth it?"
Dalayer smiled faintly. "It's not about whether it's worth it. It's about whether they're willing. Desterie, sometimes living too long is a kind of torment—a slow-acting poison."
Desterie nodded. His consciousness sank into his Soul Space, where the ever-slowly-turning Baiyu still gleamed with Starlight.
"Strong Luck!" he commanded with his mind. Several illusory threads instantly extended from the Baiyu, as if drawing luck from the void. Then a strange, indescribable power poured steadily into Desterie's soul.
When he opened his eyes again, everything seemed the same as usual. But he knew all too well that his luck had reached a terrifying level.
He patted Dalayer on the shoulder, activated a drop of the Sovereign Power of Destruction, and shot from the rear of the army straight to the front lines. Since Croken had seen the Sovereign Spark, it would inevitably appear near him.
With the Dual-Defense Sovereign Artifact on him and terrifying luck at his back, Desterie had no intention of cowering behind the lines. He would press forward fearlessly and seize his chance!
Fate was in his own hands!
As Desterie left, Dalayer instantly transformed back into a golden, liquid state. She activated her Sovereign's Might and assumed her strongest defensive form, prepared for anything.
Her sole task in this final battle was to protect herself.
At the very moment Desterie used "Strong Luck," dozens of Sovereigns stood in the Spatial Turbulence beyond the Plane Battlefield, unaffected by it in the slightest. They were all watching the final battle attentively, with little conversation.
Orloff, who had been watching the Galaxy Channels intently, suddenly paused and thought to himself, Just now, something seemed out of place!
The Sovereign of Light, Augus, whose mind was linked to his, asked, "What seems wrong?"
Orloff shook his head. "I can't say. It feels as if some unobservable change has taken place."
At that moment, the Sovereign of Vermilion Bird, Nemo, said, "Lord Orloff, you actually managed to get Iluka, a Paragon of the Destruction Rule, to join you. I wonder which Sovereign persuaded him. Was it you, or Tarok—or, perhaps, Angnak?"
The contempt in her voice toward Angnak was unmistakable.
As an Intermediate Sovereign, Angnak couldn't tolerate such mockery. He immediately cut in, "Nemo, if you want to fight, we can do it right now!"
Leiding boomed, "Bring it on! Do you think we're afraid of you?"
Orloff chuckled amiably. "Everyone, let's just watch the Plane War. There's no need to fight right this moment!"
"Exactly. Once the war is over, we'll be happy to witness your battle!" the Sovereign of Death said with a smile, though her "gaze" remained fixed on Desterie in the Plane Battlefield.
Why has that boy gone deep into enemy territory? What is he trying to do? She was baffled.
Desterie raced through the air above the Galaxy Channels. All the concentrated attacks somehow grazed past him, allowing him to fly a perfect route along the channels without being hit.
One material attack had clearly been on course to strike him, yet another attack launched by the same side blasted it apart.
Desterie's strange behavior naturally drew the attention of many Sovereigns, who watched him with great curiosity.
Vivian, the Sovereign of Life, had long, silky hair and a gentle, lovely face. She asked, "Eldest Sister, the Heavy Sword in his hand seems to belong to your Sovereign's Emissary. What is he doing?"
The Sovereign of Death shook her head. "I don't know what he's thinking. Perhaps he has something in mind for the enemy's rear in the Heavenly Realm."
Orloff watched intently. "His path is truly remarkable. With his speed amplified by Sovereign's Might, he's managed to avoid every attack perfectly. Even when I was a Highgod, I might not have been able to predict so well!"
The Sovereign of Destruction, Uthred, whose eyes were sharp, was taken aback. "Orloff, you were the first Paragon High-God in the world. Are you saying that boy has already reached Paragon?"
Orloff smiled. "You've seen his strength yourself. If he were a Paragon, his performance wouldn't be limited to this.
"But nothing is absolute. One needn't be a Paragon to surpass a Paragon in some respects. This Sovereign's Emissary is just such a case."
Hearing the Sovereign of Fate give Desterie such high praise, the other Sovereigns paid even closer attention to him.
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