The Destruction mist spread along the veins of starlight throughout the entire Starry Sky, extinguishing the heat and robbing life from every living planet it touched.
The Planet Veyin, Planet Vist, Planet Saila, and Planet Oklo followed in the footsteps of Planet Guta. These five once glorious high-magic planets, coveted by countless intelligent beings, were powerless to resist the overwhelming Destruction Tide unleashed by the King of Ashes, Diorus, and fell into eternal annihilation.
On the Golden Star.
Through the images projected by the Nirvana Tower, countless people witnessed these horrific scenes of Destruction. Whether they were mortals, Transcendent, or even the most powerful figures at the pinnacle, they were all speechless and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
Fear, anger, hatred... a mix of emotions.
Even the native inhabitants of Golden Star felt a deep chill creep into their hearts after witnessing these horrific scenes. If they didn't live on Golden Star, would they also become part of that mountain of corpses Blood Sea, becoming insignificant ants crushed into pieces?!
"It was His Majesty who saved us!"
In the silence, a child's voice suddenly rang out.
Like a fuse being lit, the shouts that soared into the sky were all, without exception, songs of praise for Logo Endele.
Nothing can awaken the deepest, most genuine feelings for life in people's hearts more than death and Destruction. When these pure feelings are transformed into reverence for Logo, a torrent of Power of Faith roars forth.
First the people of the Golden Kingdom, then the Gendaya Royal Court, the An Alliance, the Crimson Alliance, the Winter Empire...
Humans, monsters, orcs, elves...
All the intelligent beings on the Golden Star bowed their heads in heartfelt reverence to their savior, to this great being who brought light of salvation in the face of Destruction and adversity.
At the top of the Nirvana Tower, Logo's figure appeared, the King's Crown on his head trembling violently, as if undergoing some indescribable transformation.
Above the sky, a vortex of dark clouds resembling an eye slowly emerged, and pure white light, like a hymn from heaven, fell upon Logo's shoulders, making him appear even more divine and holy.
Suddenly, Logo seemed to hear a crisp sound coming from somewhere in his body or soul, as if some unspeakable shackle had been broken. The once unbreakable ice layer had quietly melted away under the impact of the burning beliefs of countless intelligent beings.
"The barrier of the True God? The foundation of kingship, the Power of Faith, the path that belongs to me..." Logo slowly lowered his head, his calm gaze sweeping over every face on the Golden Star in an instant, firmly imprinting their appearance in his heart.
After doing all this, he slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the cosmic storm belt and the boundless Starry Sky, and saw on the Planet Veyin the arrogant King of Ashes.
Prince Gelong's head lay carelessly discarded beneath the throne built of bones, his wide, bloodshot, crazed eyes a testament to his final struggle before death.
However, it was all in vain. In front of a True God, even Peak Demigod is nothing more than an ant that can be destroyed at will. Moreover, Diorus was not a newcomer to the realm of True God.
"Heh, is this all you're relying on? Ants! The power Tibeici left behind can't save you; death and darkness will surely come!"
Diorus, the King of Ashes, who sat atop the throne of bones, turned his gaze toward the direction of the Golden Star. His hands, covered in fine black scales, toyed with a dark sphere, a shrunken version of the Planet Veyin.
With its toothless mouth covered in countless wriggling tentacles, Diorus gently swallowed Planet Veyin.
Despite the fact that another high-magic planet was devoured by Him, Diorus's power did not increase significantly; it only increased by a barely perceptible amount.
However, little by little, after devouring tens of thousands of life-bearing planets, Diorus's overall strength increased by about 20% compared to when he first escaped Realm of Exile.
Logo watched calmly as Diorus devoured the Planet Veyin, his eyes showing not a ripple of emotion.
Sensing this, Diorus's dark, abyss-like eyes flashed with a cold, black light. He slowly stood up, reaching his hand behind him. The bone throne instantly shattered, then reformed into a strangely shaped weapon, resembling a heavy sword, yet possessing a bizarre spiral structure that made it look like a giant club.
Wielding his weapon, Diorus's massive body traversed the galaxy, causing planets to explode wherever he passed. The essence of these planets clung to the surface of his weapon, making it increasingly heavy, as if it would crush the entire universe.
However, the Diorus, who wielded such power, was filled with rage deep within his heart.
Although He devoured all the life-bearing planets in the Elven Plane, that ant that repeatedly disrupted His plans somehow managed to transfer the core essence of the Elven Plane to the Golden Star.
For the World Destroyer, inhabited planets are merely appetizers; the only thing truly beneficial to them is the very origin of the plane.
At this moment, the origin of this plane is enveloped by a cosmic storm belt, which means that if Diorus wants to enjoy this delicious dish, he must first enter the Golden Star.
As Logo watched Diorus, the King of Ashes, stride across the galaxy and rush toward the Golden Star, Logo gaze remained calm, yet it carried a different hue—not one of solemnity or fear, but rather mockery.
Logo understood perfectly well that no matter how contemptuous Diorus's words were, his actions did not lie.
Before Destruction all inhabited planets, Diorus discovered the existence of the Golden Star. If, as He claimed, He disregarded Logo and still regarded Logo as an insignificant ant, why would He first go to great lengths to enhance His own strength, only heading to the Golden Star when all other options seemed exhausted?
Ultimately, Diorus regarded Logo as a true mortal enemy, not as an ant as He claimed.
The evil god, whose size was comparable to a galaxy, strode through the Starry Sky, and every move he made could stir up terrifying storms. Although the entire Elven Plane was rejecting Diorus, it could not have any real effect.
The supreme order and rules of the Astral Realm make it almost impossible for the will of the cosmic planes to give birth to spirituality. The advantage is that it gives countless beings the space to freely display their talents, preventing them from becoming slaves to the Plane Will from birth and spending their lives in a daze.
At the same time, the Plane Will, which lacks autonomy and is tightly restricted, has little power to resist terrifying beings like the World Destroyer of the world. It can only passively impose sanctions. However, for True God, these so-called sanctions are completely ineffective and have no impact on the overall situation.
For example, right now, although the Plane Will rejects Diorus and even severely diminishes his luck, causing him to unfortunately encounter various cosmic disasters, these cataclysmic disasters in the eyes of ordinary beings are insignificant compared to an evil god who can escape unscathed even when the universe collapses Destruction.
Diorus didn't even take the initiative to resist the various cosmic disasters that came his way; he simply isolated everything with the Divine Realm that naturally emanated from him.
And so, the King of Ashes, Diorus, arrived unimpeded outside the Karen Star System. His crimson eyes, much larger than those of ordinary stars, met those of Logo on the Golden Star, separated by a howling cosmic storm belt.
At this moment, on Golden Star, all the people looked up at the sky, watching the image projected across the entire firmament. Those extremely scarlet eyes, as if they contained all darkness and evil, filled all life with terror.
"Your Majesty, can the cosmic storm belt really stop the evil god?" The prime minister of the Tia Empire unconsciously took a step back. The more powerful one is, the more one understands the terror of Diorus. Facing the majesty of True God, even Peak Demigod would find it difficult to control himself.
"Don't panic, we will win. We just need to lie low for a while." Logo stood with his hands behind his back, not turning around, but his voice seemed to have a calming Magic Power, echoing outwards.
The Sunset Lord wagged his tail and stepped forward, his voice grave. "Balielunduo reports that the appearance of the evil god has caused widespread panic on Golden Star. Do you think we should turn off the projection?"
"No!" Logo looked up and refused.
"The people need to know how terrifying the enemy they face is. Only extreme fear and the desire to live can inspire a powerful will!"
"Willpower?"
The Sunset Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with obvious doubt, but she didn't ask any more questions, choosing instead to place absolute trust in Logo.
While Logo was conversing with a group of high-ranking officials from the Golden Star, in a highly secluded space located somewhere in the star's core...
Countless extremely complex Alchemical Runes intertwined to form an impenetrable net, isolating everything.
Inside the vast network, the primordial core of the Elven Plane transformed into a fist-sized, prismatic crystal, slowly rising and falling.
Hefeisi gazed at the primordial core in the sky, his pupils filled with fascination. Deep within his eyes, countless spell templates were rapidly evolving, perfecting their own path by drawing on the insights gained from observing the origin of the plane.
Even in the Astral Realm, the opportunity to directly see the primordial core of a plane is rare.
For spellcasters, this kind of opportunity is something they dream of.
Of course, Hefeisi's presence here wasn't because Logo was taking care of him, but because he needed Hephaestus's help with something, and observing the core of the origin was part of his reward.
"Has the Spear of Fate not reached its limit yet?"
Lancelot's voice came from behind, Hefeisi turned around and walked over.
As he looked up, he saw that the God Level spell scroll depicting the Spear of Destiny had transformed into a multicolored sun, with various colors converging together, and countless faces flashing by indistinctly.
Of these faces, the vast majority are dead, and a small number have entered the Golden Star.
Those who were still alive, after witnessing the evil god's act of Destruction everything, unleashed a pure will that caused the Spear of Destiny's strength to continuously increase.
"With the power accumulated before, it will probably only take about an hour to reach the strongest attack level of the Spear of Spear of Destiny, comparable to a desperate strike from a peak Lower God, which will definitely severely injure the King of Ashes, Diorus!"
The Fate Defier Sid stood below the scroll, his face ashen. His aura had almost completely deteriorated, making him nearly indistinguishable from an ordinary person.
The old man's predicament wasn't due to his desire to control the Spear of Destiny. Ultimately, the Spear of Destiny was a God Level spell inscribed on a magic scroll, Sid only needed to press a 'switch,' which was not difficult at all.
The Fate Defier Sid lost almost all of his power in a very short time because of the complete resurgence of Diorus.
To prevent this evil True God from discovering the existence of the Spear of Destiny and causing any changes to Logo's plans, the Fate Defier Sid sacrificed almost all of his Life Essence, combined with Logo's Rune Array, to draw upon the power of the plane's origin and completely seal off all aura in this small space within the Golden Star Core. This is why he ended up in this ghastly state, almost as if he would die at any moment.
"Hey, evil god, this old man wants to see if he can see through my ' Fate-Defying Barrier '!"
Despite his poor physical condition, Sid's mental state was unusually high; his dim old eyes shone with fighting spirit, as if a flame was burning within them.
Resistance is one of the cultivation methods of the Fate system. It involves confronting the most likely Fate and, if successful, will bring immense benefits.
It can be said that the catastrophe Destruction by the King of Ashes, Diorus, was not only a test for the Elven Plane and its inhabitants, but also a tremendous opportunity.
If we can get through this ordeal, the more difficult the process, the sweeter the reward!
This includes Logo, Lancelot, and Gustavo, who is far away on the Treacherous Destruction Continent, as well as participants such as Sid, Hefeisi, and Maxwell.
"The only thing we need to worry about now is whether the cosmic storm belt can withstand Diorus for an hour. If not, the Spear of Destiny will inevitably be triggered prematurely, which would be a great pity!"
Standing beside Lancelot, Star Vein Eusius sighed softly, his face showing obvious worry.
Upon hearing this, everyone except Lancelot looked serious, and the atmosphere fell silent as they waited for time to pass.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Composed of countless stars, the massive blade crashed down in Diorus's hand with a deafening crack. A vast expanse of the Starry Sky outside the Karen Star System shattered into dust, tens of thousands of dimensional spaces were instantly destroyed, and countless spatial creatures perished. And this was merely the aftershock.
One can imagine what kind of force the cosmic storm belt, which directly bore the brunt of this attack, was colliding with.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
The storm howled, like a dragon coiled around Golden Star, suddenly lunging towards the heavy blade that shattered the Starry Sky.
The moment the two collided, the entire universe seemed to freeze.
The next moment, the Stars swayed, and hundreds of stars near the Karen Star System were instantly extinguished. Vast areas of space were plunged into absolute darkness. Countless stars were reduced to dust by the shockwave that spread faster than the speed of light, and jagged cracks, like bloody scars, covered the Starry Sky.
Destruction Demigod was as easy as taking it for granted. The cosmic storm belt that had protected and imprisoned the Golden Star for 30,000 years suddenly caved in a large section after this collision, and the flow of the storm also came to a standstill, as if it would collapse at any moment.
However, with the arrival of a force that creates everything, the cosmic storm belts rose again, the damage was repaired, and the signs of collapse disappeared without a trace.
"Dimensional origin, you wretched ant, how dare you touch my things!"
The moment Diorus saw the cosmic storm belt amplified by the dimensional origin, he immediately flew into a rage. He could not tolerate those ants squandering the power of the dimensional origin in such a way; it was simply a waste.
Enraged, Diorus launched a frenzied attack, his massive blade, powerful enough to shatter galaxies, falling repeatedly and carving a path through the cosmic storm belt.
One minute, ten minutes, one hour, two hours!
Finally, Diorus broke through all the barriers and arrived at a place just a stone's throw away from the Golden Star.
Despite the enormous cost, Diorus didn't care, because soon He would be able to enjoy the most delicious food.
However, when Diorus took another step forward, a golden light suddenly appeared, like the first rays of dawn at sunrise, warm, dazzling, and radiant!
A flash of light illuminated the cosmic storm belt and lit up the starry Starry Sky. Originating from the Golden Star, it instantly pierced through the entire Elven Plane, including... the chest of the evil god!