An ash-gray mask, three strange eyes blinking nimbly.
Standing atop Blackstone Mountain, the tens of millions-strong Pigerbeast legion bustled across the vast, desolate lands in every direction. As the ruler of this broad territory and the evil god representing the will to invade and plunder, Green slowly raised the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff, symbolizing Blackstone Mountain's full power.
At the staff's tip, the Extreme Cold Crystal leaked a trace of its negligible aura. Vast flurries of azure snowflakes descended from the sky, setting off roars, cheers, and celebrations from the Pigerbeasts across the mountains and plains, surging like waves capable of toppling mountains and seas.
The Pigerbeasts, who had once created an enchanted civilization, had been bullied by every world and reduced to utter misery after their cooperative social system was shattered time and again by wars between worlds.
As one evil god after another arrived, these Pigerbeasts, who had once sought only self-defense and revenge, gradually became vicious, cunning dark creatures without faith.
Across the vast land, through the rule patterns of the Face of Truth, Green could vaguely see threads of energy flow ranging from over ten meters to several dozen meters in length.
Beneath rocks, soil, vegetation, and streams, faint, mysterious white lights emerged from the world's origin, slowly converging toward the white moon high above, which still lacked that final sliver before becoming full.
Affected by these mysterious beams, the air elements continuously rose. To the Pigerbeast legions, the air now seemed to have become flowing water. As long as they mastered a few techniques, they could achieve extreme-speed flight with almost effortless ease.
"It really is being affected by an external force!"
Though the Face of Truth could not yet determine exactly what had affected this world's rules, Green clearly sensed that the world-origin rules