The Intermediary had never been a well-behaved fellow.
He darted swiftly across the brutal battlefield. The coldness on his face lacked the humility and respect he had shown the Lord of Chaos earlier; instead, it brimmed with indescribable cruelty and chill.
Boom!
As he advanced, the Intermediary expressionlessly tore a god of the Dark Multiverse to pieces. Two utterly opposing forces—order and chaos—surged from within him simultaneously. As they collided, attacks far more powerful than either force alone erupted without end.
In the blink of an eye, several Level Eight gods had died at his hands.
No one knew that compared to the gods of order and chaos, the Intermediary, who existed as their link, was actually the strongest fighter among them. He possessed the authority to command both chaos and order at once.
Ordinary Level Eight beings met only death when they encountered him.
"The war came too early. If it had come a little later... They're all useless."
The Intermediary moved meekly through the vast battlefield, seemingly low-key and cautious, yet his strikes were more vicious than anyone else's. The two extreme, diametrically opposed powers of law showed no incompatibility in his hands, their might multiplying geometrically into something even more terrifying.
It was no exaggeration to say that on this battlefield, as long as no Quasi-Ninth Level being intervened, the Intermediary stood at the top of the pyramid.
This was also the first time the Intermediary had stopped concealing himself and begun revealing the tip of his true power.
"If I had been given a little more time, I wouldn't have needed the power of two multiverses. I could have reached a level where even ancient gods would have to look up to me."
The Intermediary sighed inwardly.
According to the plans he had made with Order