Death God's Ambitions, the Forbidden Zone of the Gods, and Undercurrents in the Sea of Stars
The deepest part of Milky Way Galaxy, Iku Galaxy.
This is an absolute dead zone that cannot even be penetrated by starlight. On an abandoned planet that is desolate, lifeless, and has even its atmosphere completely stripped away, stands a majestic temple made entirely of pitch-black unknown ores.
A lich wearing a torn robe was walking stiffly forward in the depths of this temple that was like the maw of a Abyss beast. In the empty corridor, only the "click" sound of his white bones on the cold ground echoed in the dead silence.
Finally, he came to a grand hall that was completely shrouded in thick darkness and Law of Death. In the center of the hall, stood a huge throne made of the bones of countless gods and ancient beasts.
A man with a lifeless face was sitting quietly on the throne, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.
The Lich walked to the bottom of the stairs and knelt down on one knee without hesitation. The Soulfire in his empty eye sockets was beating violently, and his tone was full of extreme awe and fear. "My extremely respected supreme god... Our encirclement and suppression plan on the front line has completely failed."
"I feel it." The man sitting on the throne - Bleach Guznader, slowly opened his eyes. They were a pair of terrifying eyes without pupils, so deep that they seemed to be able to swallow the entire multiverse.
Just now, he clearly felt that several high-level clones he had sent out had completely perished. What made him feel the most uneasy was that for one of the clones, he could not even perceive how the other clone died or what force had wiped it out. The death of that clone was as if it had been forcibly "erased" from the causal level by some absolute power that transcended the common sense of the universe.
"My great Overlord, now that the situation has changed, do you plan to personally come to the front line and crush those stubborn ants like True God like you did when you launched the shocking Cataclysm campaign of 'Darkfall'?" the Lich asked tentatively.
"If I could, I would have crushed that arrogant Arcane Empire together with those iron cities." Guznader answered casually, as if he was talking about crushing a few insignificant insects.
"Could it be that... the situation has deteriorated to the point where even you can't escape?" The Lich's voice could not conceal his shock.
"That's right. In the endless Void outside this Milky Way Galaxy, more and more 'Tenth Tier bits' True God have noticed the anomalies here. They are smelling blood at this moment. Like a fishy hyena, they are frantically trying to tear apart the barrier of the universe and force their way into this galaxy. If I hadn't personally sat in the center and poured all my power into 'Absolute Boundary Array Disk', they would have broken through this line of defense that blocked Milky Way Galaxy."
Absolute Boundary Array Disk, this is a supreme super-standard Divine Artifact made by the legendary and extinct "Ancient Wizard Race". It is precisely because of this Only with the heaven-defying power of Divine Artifact can Guznader single-handedly isolate the entire vast Milky Way Galaxy from the multiverse and turn it into its own exclusive hunting ground.
But Guznader knew very well that just by himself, Bleach, the peak Ninth Tier, even with the increase of Divine Artifact, would never be able to block the indiscriminate bombardment of so many Tenth Tier, Overlord.
This Milky Way Galaxy is the original place of origin of Ancient Wizard Race. Even though that arrogant race has disappeared in the long river of history, the deepest part of this galaxy still retains the remnants of their terrifying laws that made even the gods tremble. Absolute Boundary Array Disk has used these remaining ancient powers as core energy to support itself to this day.
In addition, Guznader was also keenly aware that there seemed to be an extremely secretive and extremely high-dimensional unknown will that was secretly assisting him in maintaining this blockade. After his repeated deductions, he came to an astonishing conclusion: that force was most likely Cosmic Will--Kronai from the Arcane Empire!
This sounds extremely ridiculous. The enemy's Cosmic Will is actually helping him? But this is the only explanation. Without the secret support of this force, his defense would have collapsed long ago.
"Do you have any other oracles that you need to give?" The Lich bowed respectfully.
The Lich hesitated for a moment, and then spoke boldly, "My god, in order to stop that Arcane Empire, we lost too many troops in this battle, and it has even begun to seriously affect our Plane War in other dimensions. Can't we gather them first? Do you want to use your strength to completely conquer the 'Sagutalus Plane'? As long as you devour the origin there and successfully advance to the supreme True God of the Tenth Tier position, then go back and clean up this Milky Way Galaxy, wouldn't it be easy?"
"That's not necessary." Guznader interrupted him coldly, "Plane War will continue to advance as planned, but your first sight must be fixed on the Arcane Empire! In their hands, they definitely hold the ultimate treasure that I have dreamed of!"
After saying that, Guznader waved his hand, signaling the lich to retreat.
When the empty hall fell into dead silence again, Guznader's eyes Blink were filled with endless ambition and greed.
He is not a fool. In the eyes of outsiders, he ignored the safe promotion route and insisted on working hard at Milky Way Galaxy. This is simply an extremely unwise strategic mistake. But he knows exactly what he is pursuing.
From the Ancient Wizard Race inheritance he accidentally obtained, he spied a shocking secret about "Primordial Gods" - those truly ancient gods, whose power is absolutely pure, do not need to rely on the so-called "Faith Power" to maintain Godhead!
Guznader has made up his mind that he will never take the low-end god route that is kidnapped by the distracting thoughts and beliefs of hundreds of millions of believers. If he relies on absorbing faith to forcibly break through to the Tenth Tier position, then the upper limit of his life will be completely locked, and he will never be able to touch the legendary "Eleventh Tier position"!
'After so many years of cross-dimensional search, I can almost conclude that Arcane Empire definitely holds the 'Divine Flame' left behind by Primordial Gods!' Guznader deduced crazily in his heart, 'This is the only reason that can explain why this civilization established by humans can usher in such an unreasonable double explosion of technology and magic in a short period of time!'
'What's more, according to the interstellar intelligence I intercepted, Arcane Empire's home planet, the humans on Earth, actually has an extremely thin trace of ancient Wizard Bloodline flowing in their bodies!'
Guznader knows that as long as he can completely conquer and devour Arcane Empire and plunder their Divine Flame, as Cornerstone who ascends to the long level of the gods, he will be promoted to Tenth Tier will have no suspense. And if he can further dissect those humans who possess Wizard Bloodline, and steal the perverted magic system of the Arcane Empire...
He, Guznader, will have a great chance to become the first Eleventh Tier ultimate Bleach in history in this endless multiverse!
'I just need to buy a little more time... As long as I can free my hands, leave this damn formation and join the battle in person, all the bullshit Floating City and Arcane Archon will all turn into desperate souls under my sickle!'
Guznader closed his eyes, pressed the ambition that could burn the sky and boil the sea deeply into his heart, and continued to inject Divine Power into the array.
Vita Galaxy, Verdant Star.
This is the capital star of the Elven Kingdom. On the highest peak of the planet, stands a graceful and breathtakingly beautiful elf woman. She wears an exquisite crown made of pure gold and Magic Tree leaves, and a long dress that is as white as snow and spotless.
She is the supreme ruler of the elves - the Elf Queen, Misel Tyrania.
At this moment, Misel was raising her head, staring at the towering tree in front of her with a look full of sadness and despair. She stretched out her flawless and slender hands and gently stroked the rough tree trunk.
In her memory, this mother tree, which carried the fate of the elves, was once so full of vitality, with every leaf flowing with the dazzling magic of life. However, now, this giant tree has completely lost its vitality. There is not a single leaf on the bare branches, and the gray bark seems to announce to the world that the elves are declining.
A burst of extremely light footsteps came from behind. Misel didn't look back, she knew who it was.
Soon, a male elf with equally handsome appearance and a crown came to her side. He was Arion Kashgar, the elf Soul King-Arion.
"Have you heard the latest interstellar battle report?" Arion's voice revealed a hint of exhaustion that was hard to conceal.
"What happened?" Misel's voice was so soft that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.
"In the past few dozen hours, more than five interstellar races have submitted Submission Pact to the Arcane Empire. Empire's expeditionary force has been overwhelming, not only recovering Red Number Star System, the formation killed two Eighth Tier clones of Bleach, and even directly used the ultimate weapon to completely wipe out Omegon Galaxy, which had been completely contaminated by the undead, together with the star field space, from the universe!"
Arion paused, and his tone became extremely heavy. "Looking at ourselves... In the recent Leaf Tree Galaxy defense battle, our defense lines were completely defeated, causing heavy casualties. The iron hooves of the undead are getting closer and closer to our home planet."
Misel still didn't look back, but his fingers stroking the dead tree trembled slightly and remained silent.
"You must make a decision as soon as possible, Misel." Arion turned his head and looked at his wife's beautiful profile.
"Is your pride so cheap? Do we have to surrender to a group of short-lived, greedy humans just to survive?" Misel finally turned his head, with a hint of stubbornness and unwillingness in his eyes.
"Arcane Empire has always flaunted itself as a diverse Empire with multi-gods and multi-species equality." Arion tried to reason.
"Don't kid yourself, Arion! We both know in our hearts that it is just a fig leaf used by politicians to whitewash peace! That Empire was created by a human being, and its supreme ruler is human beings. The core power and magic resources of the Empire are all firmly grasped by humans!"
"If you insist on being so aggressive, then we might as well face the cruelest reality - if we don't choose to bow to the Arcane Empire, what the elves are about to face is the complete genocide by the undead!"
"Even if you die proudly and die with honor, it is better than serving others like a slave!" Misel was a little excited.
"I really don't understand what you are so stubborn about!" Arion's tone became unusually harsh, "Arcane Empire is a super civilization that is far superior to us in both magic and technology! Attachment to the strong is the most basic law of survival in the universe!"
"Super civilization? Speaking of the foundation of civilization, our great 'Sun Elves' lineage was once the most dazzling existence in the universe! What we once mastered..."
"Wake up! We are no longer Sun Elves who can control 'Higher Magic'!" Arion ruthlessly tore open the last fig leaf of the elves, "We have continued to work hard over the long years. Intermarriage and degradation have made our ancient bloodline thin to the point of almost non-existence! Those high-level magics that once made the gods fearful have long been discontinued! Apart from this good-looking skin and that pitiful pride, what other trump cards do we have worth showing off?!"
"You--!" Misel was stung by her husband's blunt and almost cruel words, and her face instantly turned pale.
"Did I say something wrong? I was just stating a cold fact."
Arion took a deep sigh and softened his tone slightly, "According to the top-secret information returned by our informant inside the Arcane Empire, that crazy Empire has even perfectly reproduced the legendary 'Dragon Bloodline' through genetic engineering! This means that as long as we are willing to integrate with them, we can use With the Empire's miraculous Life Alchemy, it is entirely possible for us to return to our ancestors and regain the glory that belongs to Sun Elves! What's more, the kind of 'Arcane Rune Magic' they created is definitely no less destructive than our lost Higher Magic, which can be used to kill gods!"
"As long as we let go of our illusory self-esteem, the elves can not only survive, but also usher in an unprecedented great renaissance!"
Misel bit his lower lip, snorted coldly, and turned his gaze to the dead giant tree again to avoid this painful choice.
Seeing his wife's helpless expression, Arion shook his head helplessly.
"My love, the reason why I am here to advise you sincerely is entirely out of concern and protection for you." Arion's eyes became complicated. "You have been on the throne for too long, and you have no idea what the people below have become. Most of the powerful elders in Elder Council have long been frightened by the terror of the undead, and they have privately reached a consensus to surrender to the Arcane Empire."
"If they decide to tear themselves apart and force her to have a baby, with your current prestige... after losing the power of 'Tree of Judgment' to suppress you, you won't be able to suppress those old foxes at all."
"So, I beg you, put down that ridiculous pride and make the wisest decision for your own safety and for the sake of the entire tribe."
After that, Arion did not force her any more, but turned around and left the mountain top lonely, leaving her with the last time to think.
Sirius System, Bravo Star.
This is the home planet that was once called Nightskin Tribe and has now been officially renamed "Star-Skin Tribe".
In the magnificent Supreme Council hall of the Star-Skin Tribe, a highest-level cabinet meeting related to the direction of civilization is being held. Because of the extremely special physiological structure of this race-their skin is like the deepest night sky, dotted with countless stars-like Blink's silver spot. Therefore, when hundreds of the Star-Skin Tribe senior officials gathered in a slightly dim conference room, the shocking visual effect was like a Astronomy family staring at the vast universe composed of countless bright galaxies through a Astronomy telescope.
In the center of the hall, sitting high on the throne, is the supreme ruler of the Star-Skin Tribe - Queen Katula. As an extremely rare astrology mage who has reached the rank of Eighth Tier, she should have endless lifespan and youth.
However, at this moment, her curly hair, which was originally as black and thick as night, had turned into a withered grayish white.
Just as a military minister was loudly reporting the desperate battle damage data on the front line, Queen Katula on the throne suddenly let out a violent and painful cough. She covered her mouth and coughed so heart-breakingly that even the surrounding space trembled slightly with the chaotic fluctuations of her magic power.
The attendant on the side had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately brought a cup of special Potions. Katula that exuded a strong breath of life and drank it in one gulp. His expression softened slightly. But this could only suppress the appearance. Everyone knew that this was the queen who overextended her vitality to spy on the river of destiny in order to find a way out of the situation, and thus suffered the extremely terrifying Law of Causality backlash.
"Your Majesty the Queen," one of the eldest ministers stepped out from the crowd and spoke in a deep voice, "Please forgive me for saying it bluntly, in order to preserve the blood and fire of our race, unconditional surrender to the Arcane Empire is our only and wisest way out at the moment. If you continue to be so desperate to exhaust your soul to carry out Greater Divination, your life may not last long."
"Yes, Your Majesty. Although we all know in our hearts that Arcane Empire wantonly recruits refugees at this juncture, it is simply taking advantage of the situation and trying to annex the entire Milky Way Galaxy after the war. But the situation is stronger than the people. Facing a force majeure disaster like Undead Calamity, we have no choice but to seek refuge with them."
The ministers in the audience echoed one after another, and a pessimistic and desperate capitulationist tone permeated the entire hall.
Katula Queen took a deep breath, raised her Blink starlit arm, and pressed it down slightly. There was silence in the hall for an instant.
"I understand what you all said. Surrendering to the Arcane Empire is indeed our final destination to escape destruction." Although Katula's voice was weak, it revealed a sophisticated politician's skills. "However, surrender... is also an art that pays great attention to timing and chips. Now is definitely not the best time for us to lower our heads."
An extremely sharp light flashed in her eyes that seemed to contain the trajectory of stars.
"We Star-Skin Tribe are by no means those third-rate races who can only serve as cannon fodder! We possess the most outstanding 'Divination and Prophecy' talents in the entire Milky Way Galaxy! Even the superior Arcane Empire will definitely covet this strategic level ability that can spy on destiny!"
"But if we are like a bereaved dog now, crying and running to beg for their asylum. Then in the eyes of the Empire, we will be no different from those worthless refugees who can only be exploited at will! We will completely lose our voice in the future political landscape and be used as cheap tools by them."
Katula clenched his fists fiercely. "So, we must not only surrender, but we must surrender with dignity and value! We must fully demonstrate our irreplaceable strategic value to the Arcane Empire on this most cruel meat grinder battlefield! And... we will never bow to those arrogant Empire envoys."
"We have to wait! Wait until the moment when the legendary Majesty Arcane Archon-Ian, who can cover the sky with one hand and rewrite the laws of the multiverse, appears in person, and then directly swear allegiance to him! Only in this way can we obtain for the Star-Skin Tribe a lofty position worthy of our talents in the core of the Empire's future power."
'Perhaps...' Katula prayed secretly in his heart, and then couldn't help but cough twice, 'Only a supreme existence of that level can completely cure the curse hidden in the blood of our race and help us... find the true road to our 'homeland'.'