"First Generation!"
"King of Wizards!"
"Mentor."
Holding the Truth-Balance Magic Staff and having activated the supreme magic power of his Wizard Ancestor Form, Green still supported the Space-Time Gate atop the altar as the second Sky City slowly pushed into the Chaos World.
Upon the steel war platforms, Demon-Hunting Wizards thronged in dense masses. Space Fortresses flew alongside them, while slave monsters, metal robots, and mechanical puppets stretched out like a vast sea, boundless and endless.
"Mentor, leave the rest to us!"
Thirteen-Ring True-Spirit Wizard An Tuximo stood behind Green. Looking at Green's slightly weary figure, he spoke in a low voice. Black Isotta beside him remained silent, his expression respectful and humble.
Forcibly holding open the Space-Time Gate with his Wizard Ancestor Form and summoning two new-generation Sky Cities in succession—even with the Wizard World's preparations and support, Green had indeed reached his limit. Beneath the Face of Truth, Green's Three-Colored Light Eyes swept faintly over the many True-Spirit Wizards who had descended into Chaos by displaying their own extraordinary methods. In an instant, the King of Wizards' supreme majesty spread forth. The suppression of rules and ideology left everyone in a daze, as though time had frozen and only the fleeting interweaving of black and white remained in the world.
"This is a transit world connected to Chaos. It may very well be the fantasy projection world of some Level Nine lifeform, or even a high-dimensional lifeform. Having no rules is its rule. Some insignificant creatures may grow into Sovereigns in a short time, and it is not impossible for some Sovereigns to suddenly die violent deaths. I want you to seize control of the interface between this world and the Chaos World within three hundred and fifty years. Once the Void Fleet arrives, invade Chaos."
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