The allied forces retreated much faster than Logo had anticipated. In just one month, the combined force of a million warships had been completely routed.
Click~
The mechanical head, crackling with electricity, was casually tossed onto the ground by Akesiman and rolled a long way away.
The head belonged to Marshal Lide, the commander of the allied forces from the Saila Empire. Judging from the unseeing expression on his face, he was clearly extremely frustrated by his defeat.
"Heh, just as expected. The so-called allied forces are nothing but a rabble, all show and no substance. Besides sending us a large number of spaceships and a fireworks display, they couldn't even break through the outermost defensive line," Akesiman said with a contemptuous smile.
"Chief, should we continue the pursuit?"
"Of course, these damned ants dared to blaspheme against our gods. They are unforgivable and must be exterminated. Especially the Saila Empire, which not only blasphemed against our gods but also betrayed the Federation. The leader has already issued orders for a full-scale counter-offensive to take Planet Saila and slaughter all the Planet Saila People!"
A chilling killing intent surged from Akesiman's eyes, and black Demon Pattern had somehow crept all over his face. Those around him seemed oblivious, and upon receiving the order, they burst into bloodthirsty laughter, piloting their warships and dragging long tails of positive energy as they charged toward Planet Saila in a mighty procession.
Planet Oklo, Dimensional Interlayer.
As the Nirvana Tower's power expanded ever further, layers of elements fell like shattered glass, quickly absorbed into the Nirvana Tower by the engulfing force, becoming nourishment for its growth.
A golden light suddenly appeared, stretching out a dazzling arc of light and shadow, leaping into the center of the Energy Vortex opened by the Nirvana Tower like a shooting star.
After gaining a foothold, Lancelot said, "The allied forces have been defeated. Commander-in-chief Lide was beheaded by the Guta Federation. Now, the evil god's minions are heading towards Planet Saila, seemingly preparing to take this high-magic planet in one fell swoop."
Logo appeared silently, nodded slightly, and said, "Although it was a bit fast, it was within expectations. Without unified command and a firm fighting will, how could they possibly defeat the Guta Federation, which has dominated the plane for thousands of years? Although the existence of the evil god turned the Guta Star People into demonic servants, they did indeed gain a strong fighting spirit and the ruthless style required for war."
"The counter-espionage tactics used by the Guta Star People in this battle were of great merit. The intelligence chief Akesiman Axman is a dangerous element. His abilities seem to have mutated during the process of being corrupted by demonic energy, allowing him to subtly influence the thoughts of other beings, somewhat like a smaller version of Diorus. It was precisely because of Akesiman's various provocations that the two pillars of the allied forces, the Saila Empire and the Veyin Empire, were at odds and even constantly clashed, thus giving the Guta Federation many opportunities on the main battlefield!" Lancelot said with a slightly solemn expression.
Logo nodded. "In that case, let's find an opportunity to take him down. The Fate Defier Sid should be able to offer some help, and your ability to Listening to the World’s Voice should also be able to obtain some crucial information from the World Will, right?"
Lancelot nodded slightly, then said with concern, "Finding Akesiman isn't difficult, and I'm fully confident I can handle him one-on-one. After all, I'm not afraid of his Mind Shock. But... this guy is extremely cautious. Every time he appears, he's accompanied by a dozen or so Mid-Rank Demigod or higher. Moreover, the Guta Federation is incredibly wealthy and has no shortage of Legend- quality Demigod. We can't take him down in a short time. Perhaps... only your God-Hunting Spear can catch him off guard and finish him off in one strike!"
"Alright, then I'll leave him to him. The Abyss Power within the Nirvana Tower is almost depleted. This advancement is just one last wave away from ending, in a few days." After a moment's thought, Logo agreed.
Upon hearing this, Lancelot's eyes lit up. "So, you're about to start that plan?"
"Not bad!" Logo smiled, his smile unusually bright, like an ordinary person who had won the lottery.
Lancelot, however, was very understanding of this, after all, if Logo's next plan was completed, they would not lack resources for a long time.
Before the two could continue their conversation, a terrifying aura suddenly appeared within their perception range, causing their expressions to change drastically at the same time.
"This aura... a new Primordial God?"
Logo and Lancelot exchanged a sharp glance, both able to see the other's spirits sinking, their moods plummeting to rock bottom.
At this critical juncture, a Primordial God arrived in the Elven Plane with great fanfare, releasing his aura with unparalleled dominance—his arrival was clearly hostile.
Lancelot immediately activated Listening to the World’s Voice, and then, with the help of the World Will, a scene of the dark Void appeared before him, which Logo could also see.
Under their gaze, outside the crystal wall of the Elven Plane, a magnificent figure resembling a toad appeared. Its body was comparable to a small Void body in the void, its protruding spherical eyes were not much smaller than stars, its gray-brown hair resembled mountains, and its long tongue hung down as if it could stir up the entire galaxy.
With the arrival of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel, an aura of desolation, drought, and barbarity, accompanied by a storm of coarse sand, swept across the entire Elven Plane in an instant.
The Divine Realm belonging to the Primordial God, leveraging the power of countless rules, enveloped the Elven Plane. Even the Void City outside the plane was shaken by the yellow sand. A seven-star war fortress, of course, could not contend with Middle God of the corresponding eight stars.
However, the spellcaster stationed in Void City showed little fear. City Lord Tuhazhen, drawing upon the power of Void City, condensed a gigantic body from the vast and boundless Void Energy. His hair and beard flew wildly, his eyes filled with elemental energy, and he roared in fury, "Unknown deity, do you intend to become an enemy of the Spellcaster Association?"
Desolate Lord, Pontoriel, glanced lazily at Void City, Tuhazhen, and said indifferently, "I'm just resting here for a moment, is that something you Spellcaster Association have to worry about?"
"Rest? Then why envelop the Elven Plane with the Divine Realm?"
"Never mind that. I know you're on a mission to guard Plane Protection Period. The Primordial Heaven also has similar welfare benefits, so I'm well aware of whether I've violated your association's regulations."
Despite his seemingly rough and uncultured nature, the Desolate Lord Pontoriel, having lived for countless millennia, is a seasoned veteran. He knows exactly which forces he can and cannot afford to offend. If it were any ordinary Astral Realm- level force, Pontoriel would have already delivered a scathing rebuke.
These words made the Void City Tuhazhen frown. What troubled him most was the phrase "Primordial Heaven" spoken by this unfamiliar god.
As a terrifying force second only to super-civilizations, the Primordial Heaven is no less powerful than the Spellcaster Association. Although its overall strength may not be as good as the Association's, its unity far surpasses that of the Association.
Unless absolutely necessary, the Spellcaster Association doesn't want to cause any conflict with the Primordial Heaven. Besides... as Pontoriel said, His actions can actually be interpreted in a wide range of ways. He didn't invade the Elven Plane, nor did he directly interfere with the development of the native civilization. He simply used the Divine Realm to cover it up. Apart from being somewhat taboo, there wasn't much of a problem.
If an ordinary God Level expert dared to violate the taboo of the Spellcaster Association in this way, the outcome would most likely be unpleasant, but this person's background shocked Tuhazhen.
The Astral Realm isn't just about fighting and killing; interpersonal relationships are also very important. When you're out there, you need to consider your background!
Soon, Tuhazhen, through the association's intelligence system, discovered the identity of Desolate Lord Jun Pontoriel. Upon learning that this person truly came from the Primordial Heaven and was a direct descendant of the God of Battle, a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.
At the same time, Tuhazhen also received instructions from the second-level division of the Alpha Universe Cluster Association. The instructions were simple: try not to clash with the Desolate Lord Pontoriel, so as not to provoke a higher-level conflict.
With that, Tuhazhen sighed, abandoned his previous fighting stance, and manipulated the Void City back to its original position, ignoring the presence of the Desolate Lord, Pontoriel.
This attitude was also noticed by other forces and God Level powerhouses in the Prado Universe System. The prying gazes quietly Concealment, and the God Level auras slowly receded, not wanting to attract the misunderstanding of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel.
Nirvana Tower, Logo and Lancelot's expressions turned quite grim upon witnessing this scene.
"The worst has still happened!" Lancelot said through gritted teeth.
Logo sighed slightly, "That's normal. There are no truly solitary True God in the Astral Realm. Every God Level powerhouse is inevitably linked to a large number of forces behind them."
Have you found out his identity?
"Yes, through the Alchemist Association and the intelligence channels of the Pureblood Human Race, it has been confirmed that this Primordial God Desolate Lord, known as the Desolate Lord, is named Pontoriel. He comes from the Primordial Heaven, is a Middle God, and holds the divine authority over wasteland and drought. He belongs to the Law System of gods and is very powerful."
"Damn it, this makes dealing with the Primordial Evil God even more difficult!" Lancelot clenched his fist in frustration, expressing his doubts at the same time. "What exactly did Diorus promise that would allow such a powerful Primordial God to travel such a vast distance and personally descend into the dark Void beyond the Elven Plane?"
"Who knows? But one thing is certain: without sufficient incentives, given Diorus's past circumstances, it's impossible for him to find allies!"
Because the Inherited Memory left by Tibeici mentioned a lot of information about Diorus, Logo and Lancelot knew quite a bit about this Primordial Evil God. Given the latter's past personality and behavior, as well as his foul mouth, he was practically immune to friendship.
What should we do? Do you still want to continue with your plan?
"Of course!" Logo said decisively, "As long as the Spellcaster Association doesn't want to lose face, it will definitely not allow the Desolate Lord to do whatever he wants. Therefore, I conclude that the main help He can provide to Diorus is to Intimidation external gods and Astral Realm- level forces. As for the internal plane... the only one worth worrying about is Grand Duke Tielin!"
"You mean... Diorus will send the Grand Duke Tielin to Pontoriel so that He can keep an eye on him?"
"As long as Diorus isn't stupid, He will definitely take advantage of this. I was originally thinking of taking the opportunity to give this evil god a good beating while the plan was in progress, but I didn't expect that he would also seek reinforcements!" Logo smiled bitterly.
Lancelot squinted and said, "Doesn't that mean that Diorus will definitely be able to break free of the seal?"
"Based on the current situation, it's highly likely that's correct!" Logo nodded, then looked at Lancelot, "Therefore, our original plan will have to be changed!"
"Tell me what I should do," Lancelot said, leaving the decision to Logo. Of the three of them, Logo was the most reliable when it came to brains.
How many Primeval Stone do you have left?
"A little over thirty thousand, but the upcoming large-scale war with the Guta Federation will definitely bring in a huge sum, and the legacy left to me by Senior Tibeici should also be substantial."
"Can these Primeval Stone upgrade your Steel Feather Cloak to a six-star Miracle?"
"That's impossible. I've calculated it; the gap is huge. Unless we kill Diorus, the Primeval Stone rewards from the World Will will only decrease."
"In that case, after you've kept enough Primeval Stone for the [King of Electromagnetism] Innovation Skill, save the rest. I'm going to... build a 'Doomsday Fortress'!" Logo's eyes gleamed, and a star seemed to be reflected in his deep pupils.
"You mean Golden Star? The cosmic storm belt?" Lancelot's eyes lit up.
Logo raised his hand and gently clenched it. "Yes, as long as we use the Primeval Stone to invoke the Plane Will and amplify the power of the cosmic storm by more than ten times, and combine it with the Spear of Destiny, even if Diorus breaks free from the Realm of Exile, as long as He hasn't recovered his peak power, we can buy him a considerable amount of time."
Lancelot agreed with Logo's idea. Since the Primeval Stone he had couldn't give him the power of True God to handle everything, it would be better to build a safe house, which would at least buy time and allow him to come up with a new solution.
After exchanging opinions, Lancelot left to return and stabilize the situation of the Crimson Alliance. The appearance of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel would inevitably cause collective panic among the various resistance forces in the Elven Plane. At this time, if there was no one who could keep the situation in check, it would very likely lead to disastrous consequences.
As for Logo, he continued to increase the Nirvana Tower's absorption capacity, like a whale sucking in water, drawing the energy sea within the dimensional space into the tower, beginning the final wave of advancement.
On the other side, as expected, as news of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel was deliberately spread by the Guta Federation, despair enveloped the entire plane like a vast fog.
In desperation, countless small and medium-sized forces simply turned to the Guta Federation, allowing the latter's power to continue to surge.
During the war, the Saila Empire split into two factions: the royalists and the surrender faction. They argued and remained deadlocked. The outcome was obvious: the Guta Federation's fleet swiftly and decisively breached the mother planet, making Planet Saila the first high-magic planet to fall. Countless rebellious citizens were subjected to a bloody massacre.
Vain, Iridescent Light, Soaring Dragon... all the major imperial powers have emerged as rebel forces, bringing large numbers of powerful individuals, fleets, and resources to join the Guta Federation. Strangely, although the major powers have repeatedly issued statements saying they have done everything in their power to stop them, in the end, these rebel forces have all arrived at Ancient Planet Guta almost unscathed. Those who are paying attention can clearly see the undercurrents swirling within, yet they all remain silent.
It was in this atmosphere of despair that the Nirvana Tower, amidst a roar, ascended to the sixth-star Immortal!
The Wings of Freedom flashed by, and the Nirvana Tower vanished.
Meanwhile, on the altar that had been set up long ago, Sid, Fate Defier of the Crimson Alliance, helped Logo conceal his aura and Fate, making his "asset transfer" operation even more discreet.