Boom!!
The massive Diorus, hundreds of times larger than a star, transformed into a meteor and traversed nearly half of the Elven Plane. Wherever it passed, space trembled incessantly, and endless invisible waves surged forth. If it weren't for the Space-Time Barrier that Logo had set up in advance to stabilize the spatial structure of the plane, the dimensional space would have been shattered beyond recognition.
"This is impossible! It was just one strike, yet I was repelled by the opponent's attack coming first?!"
Barely managing to steady himself, Diorus gasped for breath, his crimson eyes blazing with an even more intense, savage light. With a roar, he pounced again like a wild beast.
Gustavo's avatar stood beside Logo, smiling maliciously. He released waves of invisible and intangible mental fluctuations, which were amplified in conjunction with Logo's Rune Array, influencing Diorus's emotions.
"You know what, the ability of the Star Speaker Kantanos is really quite useful. It can even influence Primordial Demon God like Diorus, who wields the power of Dark Mind."
"Don't be careless. Diorus was just caught off guard for a moment. After all, there has never been a mental powerhouse in the Elven Plane before. I reckon he will soon realize something is wrong. If he attacks you, don't think about resisting. Dodge if you can. And don't expose the Blade of Thirst for now."
"Alright, I understand. However, I think that Diorus might not even have a chance to attack me. Lancelot is no longer the same person he used to be."
As Gustavo finished speaking, on the Starry Sky battlefield ahead, facing the frenzied attack of Diorus like a wild beast, Lancelot let out a long roar. His Steel Feather Cloak suddenly disintegrated, completely merging with him. Pure golden flames rose from his body, swaying in the air like blooming flowers, instantly illuminating the Elven Plane, which had lost all its stars.
"Ah!!"
Diorus screamed and covered his eyes. Under the light emanating from Lancelot, the swirling haze on his body melted away like ice and snow meeting a hot iron, peeling away layer by layer, causing his originally enormous size to shrink rapidly.
"Damn it! If I were still at my peak, I could crush you with one hand!"
The flames rolled in, spreading across the Starry Sky and filling all space. Diorus covered his eyes, gritted his teeth, and retreated violently, his anger and hatred growing even stronger.
Lancelot, of course, heard Diorus's words, but he merely scoffed, "Why so many 'what ifs'? Strong is strong, weak is weak. Aren't you Primordial God the most believers in the law of the jungle? Now you're making so many excuses for yourselves, aren't you ashamed?"
"Asshole!"
Once again breached, Diorus roared, his Primordial God surging within him. His Divine Realm shrank to just cover his body, maximizing his defensive capabilities. Then, he once again charged against the torrent of light and flames toward Lana's hateful and detestable figure, who stood bathed in Holy Light.
"A death throes, futile!"
As the gray figure rapidly approached, Lancelot raised his chin slightly, lowered his eyelids, and adopted a disdainful expression. He used emotional stimulation, combined with the mental shockwave released by Gustavo, to further disrupt Diorus's mindset.
Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone when dealing with Diorus, who possesses the combat power of Tier Two True God. Lancelot dared not be careless; confidence and arrogance are two different things.
As expected, Lancelot's arrogant and disdainful gaze deeply wounded Diorus's pride and stirred up many past events, further unbalancing his mentality. He still failed to notice that Gustavo was secretly undermining him and providing assistance.
Scorched by the rolling flames, Diorus, writhing in unprecedented agony, charged forward with a ferocious expression.
Facing this attack head-on, Lancelot let out a low roar, and the particles within his body, like stars that had been lit up, radiated light, connecting and resonating with each other, instantly elevating his already formidable physique to a terrifying level.
From afar, Lancelot's physique remained largely unchanged, yet standing amidst the Starry Sky, he appeared as if composed of interwoven Stars, his imposing stature and vast physical form resembling the universe itself, as if the entire galaxy resided within him.
Using the stars as fuel, igniting the Fire of Origin, and leveraging its terrifying power capable of shaking the universe, once again, a punch is unleashed!
Thump!!
A thunderous sound rang out, and space itself shattered.
Even the Space-Time Barrier set up by Logo couldn't withstand this attack and was directly shattered by the aftershock.
The King of Ashes, Diorus, who faced this attack head-on, suffered an even worse fate. His cries of extreme pain, as if he were being torn to pieces, echoed Elven Plane. His mournful howl was like the wailing of a vengeful ghost or the roar of a demon, sending chills down one's spine just by hearing it.
"That Demon God of Destruction..."
Was he screaming in agony? Did I hear that right?
"That was True God, a being as powerful as Elven, yet he was no match for Radiance of Holy Light?"
On the Golden Star, hearing the incredibly clear screams that shattered everyone's hearts, the high-ranking members of the Golden Empire, including Grand Elder King Larken, Left Prime Minister Alex, Cartographer Maidisenna, and Sunset Lord Three-Tailed Black Cat, stared blankly, somewhat incredulous, but mostly in a daze.
Just a few years ago, the King of Ashes, Diorus, was an invincible and unstoppable figure, and the impression of impending death still lingers.
Back then, merely sensing the aura of Diorus was enough to make their bodies and souls tremble and lose control, let alone confront him head-on.
Even if Lancelot displays the aura of True God, in the eyes of the powerful beings of the Golden Star, it is inevitable that they will have to go through a fierce battle. Facing such a terrifying existence, it seems that a hard-fought victory is the only reasonable outcome.
But now...
The powerful figures watched from afar, their sense of disbelief growing stronger. Each of them wore an expression of disbelief, feeling that the scene before them was somewhat different from what they had imagined.
Logo, standing with his hands behind his back in the Starry Sky, manipulating the Rune Array and the Space-Time Barrier, slightly tilted his head, taking in the reactions of everyone on Golden Star. He saw through their thoughts perfectly, but simply smiled and ignored them.
In this world, most life-or-death battles are essentially fought out of necessity, forced into a corner. Apart from a very few battle maniacs, no one seeks thrills in a fight to the death.
Although Logo is not afraid of fighting, he prefers to plan carefully before acting. He does not think that a victory gained by fighting to the death is sweeter. On the contrary, if possible, Logo would definitely prefer a crushing victory.
Ever since he discovered the existence of Diorus more than a decade ago, he had been plotting and thinking about how to overcome the Destruction calamity brought by this demon god. For this, Logo had devoted himself to the cause, expending a great deal of energy, and even risking being wiped out by the Goddess of Fate by joining the side of Misfortune Faction.
Having endured so many difficulties and setbacks, if he were to suffer heavy losses and struggle to win against Diorus, it would truly be a waste of the immense opportunity he had gained in his rebirth.
Whew~
As the storm howled, Lancelot waved his hand, skillfully using Tibeici ' signature ability, "Wind of the Stars," to create a new cosmic storm belt out of thin air. He wielded the storm like a whip and lashed it fiercely at Diorus.
The storm whip swept across the universe like Nulong, and wherever it passed, countless elemental factors swarmed in, colorful and dazzling, like the most brilliant meteors, rising from all directions of the starry sea, propelling the already powerful attack to become even more unstoppable.
Smack!
The universe exploded!
"Ah!!"
As countless wind blades swept and slashed, Diorus's body suddenly disintegrated, from skin to flesh, from bone to marrow, it was broken down inch by inch, like grains of sand scattered by the wind.
Diorus's mind was twisted with resentment. If He could unleash the full power of the Realm of Exile, what difference would it make if the storm were twice as strong? It would never leave Him in such a sorry state.
But now, no matter how unwilling it was, after the demon god's body was completely swallowed by the storm, it lost the power to resist. Only its divine soul transformed into a spiritual undercurrent, leaping to a higher dimension, hoping to survive.
"I wield the power of the Dark Mind, and I am Indestructible System Primordial Demon God. As long as a sliver of my consciousness remains, I will not die. You cannot kill me..."
"Can't kill you? You're dreaming."
Logo and Gustavo came from behind.
Gustavo chuckled as he drew his "Blade of Thirst," a slightly curved, blade-like weapon without a handguard. The blade was covered in blood-red Slaughter patterns and exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
What kind of weapon is this?
Diorus sensed something was wrong and his expression changed drastically, but he had already completely lost the power to retaliate.
Gustavo poured all the power of his avatar into the Blade of Thirst, and the weapon's surface immediately opened into a series of bloody maws filled with fangs. Forked tongues extended from the mouths, licking the gleaming white fangs, exuding a murderous aura that sent a chill down one's spine just by looking at it.
"A causal artifact? No, where did you get a causal artifact? This is impossible... Stop! Stop! Everything can be discussed. I can leave the Elven Plane immediately. No, I can even become your servant. Spare me! Don't kill me..."
The fear brought by the threat of death instantly shattered Diorus's psychological defenses. This Primordial Demon God, who held the power of the Dark Mind, actually begged for mercy in a very pathetic manner.
However, the expressions of Logo and the other two did not change at all, and they did not hesitate for a moment. Although Gustavo was joking, he was actually very decisive in his actions.
Once activated, the Blade of Thirst instantly transformed into a streak of blood-red light, following the aura of Diorus and devouring all of his causal existence.
The screams abruptly ceased, signifying the death of the Primordial Demon God who had ravaged the Elven Plane to the point where only one inhabited planet remained.
No, it's not over yet.
Just as Gustavo was about to retract the Blade of Thirst, he suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering as he looked at the causal artifact that was trembling incessantly in the spatial interlayer. He used his soul link to sense the information transmitted by the artifact's hazy consciousness.
"Diorus is not dead yet. His existence is being traced back to the outside world; he will be exterminated..."
Gustavo nodded slightly and looked at Logo, who immediately understood. He pointed and broke a fist-sized hole in the Space-Time Barrier. The Blade of Thirst trembled and disappeared into it in a flash, passing through the honeycomb-shaped dimensional crystal wall passage and arriving in the Void.
As Logo opened the Space-Time Barrier and Rune Array, some of the previously isolated information channels were restored.
The giant toad-like creature, Desolate Lord Pontoriel, suddenly opened its turbid spherical eyes, extended its giant claws, and looked down.
A bubble suddenly burst, transforming into the blurry figure of Diorus, an avatar He left outside the Elven Plane to prevent any unforeseen events.
"Quickly, Desolate Lord, take me away!"
Having just awakened from his slumber, Diorus immediately received the message that his true form had died and cried out in extreme urgency.
Before Desolate Lord Pontoriel could react, as if sensing something, Diorus suddenly calmed down. He raised his head with venomous eyes and roared with laughter, "Desolate Lord, do you want the Wizard's Treasure? Kill these three! They know where it is! Oh, right, you didn't know that? Inside the Wizard's Treasure are components of the Miracle Creation— [Illusory and Real Prism]! Want them? Then kill them! Hahahaha! Ah!!"
The maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, turning into a scream. The Desolate Lord Pontoriel watched helplessly as the suddenly appearing, Blade of Thirst erased the last trace of Diorus and departed with the information cluster that the latter had deliberately left behind.
Before he could react, Desolate Lord Pontoriel instinctively clenched his claws, but grasped nothing. Because the Blade of Thirst came and went without a trace, following the causal lines, even a strong person who was not proficient in this system had no way to stop it, so he left nothing behind.
Recalling Diorus's dying words, the spherical eyes of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel suddenly widened, bloodshot. "Damn it, Diorus, you broke your promise!! We clearly agreed to share the wizard's treasure!"
"And the components of the Illusory and Real Prism, Miracle Creation, you bastard, you never told me about it!!"
Enraged, the Desolate Lord Pontoriel writhed wildly in the Void, churning the Void area around him and sending up towering waves of turbid water.
What's that giant toad doing now?
"I don't know, maybe they just heard about the Primordial Heaven?"
"That shouldn't be the case. As a direct descendant of the Primordial Heaven, He must have received news of such a major event. It must be something else that angered Him."
On the Void City of the Spellcaster Association, several Demigod Mage on surveillance whispered among themselves, watching the Desolate Lord go berserk in the video feed, completely bewildered.
Just then, the Void City's urgent voice suddenly rang out, "The sensing device just detected that the energy index within the Desolate Lord's body is rapidly increasing. This is a sign that he is about to make his move. Be on guard and prepare to fight him!"
"What?!"
As the Demigod Mage were shocked, their pupils suddenly contracted. Following their gaze, they saw that the Desolate Lord, Pontoriel, had gone mad for some unknown reason and had begun attacking the Elven Plane!