The Elven Plane.
A streak of red light pierced the Nightfall, tearing through space as it landed in Gustavo's hands.
The information cluster that Diorus deliberately left behind also transformed into a stream of light and entered the minds of Logo and the other two.
"The Wizard's Treasure, the Illusory and Real Prism, huh? Even on your deathbed, you still manage to trick us, using us as a tool to kill. Diorus, you've really gone to great lengths..."
Logo murmured softly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Gustavo and Lancelot were also invigorated, but before they could say anything, a terrifying pressure suddenly erupted like a raging torrent, weighing heavily on their hearts.
Boom!!
Logo looked up, his gaze piercing through layers of dimensions, and saw the dimensional crystal wall trembling wildly under the impact of the long tongue, as well as the ferocious-looking Desolate Lord, Pontoriel, in the Void.
The latter forced its eyeballs into the honeycomb-like holes in the dimensional crystal wall, its pupils covered with blood vessels like a dense spider web, its gaze crazed and ferocious, utterly terrifying.
"Tell me about the wizard's treasure!" A rough, irritable voice echoed through the universe. "If you hand over the information and sign the [Battle God Contract] with me, I guarantee I'll leave immediately. Otherwise, not only will the Elven Plane be Destruction, but you will all die!"
"Heh, it seems you're not as irritable as you seem!" Gustavo raised his head, sneering repeatedly.
Logo remained calm and said, "Perhaps you are speaking from the heart, but unfortunately... I want Miracle Creation too."
"You? A mere Demigod, you dare to wield Miracle Creation? Boy, do you even know what Miracle Creation? Do you know how precious such a treasure is in the Astral Realm? You don't understand what you're talking about at all!"
Upon hearing Logo's words, Desolate Lord seemed to be amused by his anger, shouting wildly and launching an even more ferocious attack.
Unlike the King of Ashes, Diorus, who has lost his full power, the Desolate Lord, Pontoriel, is at his peak, with his combat strength firmly standing at the pinnacle of Middle God. If he were to go all out, he could definitely break through the crystal wall of the Elven Plane, although it would take some time.
Just like humans using axes to cut down trees, although they have the ability to fell large trees, it is not something they can do in a short time.
That's why the Desolate Lord Pontoriel, while adopting a frenzied offensive stance, threatened Logo and the other two, trying to get them to sign Battle God Contract and voluntarily reveal information about the wizard's treasure.
Ultimately, Desolate Lord Pontoriel didn't want things to drag on; resolving the matter quickly and then leaving was the best option.
However, if they were to talk things out properly, it would be difficult to achieve results in a short time, which is why He was waving his fist while negotiating.
After all, intelligent beings are never short of greed; taking an inch and wanting a mile is in their nature. While peaceful negotiation can solve problems, the threat of violence is the most direct and convenient way.
As he gazed at the crumbling Elven Plane, Lancelot's body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless particles that pierced through dimensions and merged into the plane's crystal wall.
In an instant, the dimensional crystal wall shone with golden light and immediately stabilized, like a concrete building supported by steel bars, its stability and defensive capabilities soaring.
Seeing this, Desolate Lord Pontoriel's eyes darkened, and his voice turned colder than ever before, "Do you really want to oppose me?"
Logo glanced disdainfully at the eyeball in the sky, which was much larger than the sun, then turned and walked away on Golden Star, leaving behind only the sound that made Desolate Lord Pontoriel even more furious.
"Oppose me? So what?!"
Gustavo chuckled and followed Logo back to Golden Star.
The performance of Logo, the three, and their companions undoubtedly thwarted the plan of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel to quickly obtain information about the wizard's treasure through violent coercion. He had no choice but to focus all his efforts on attacking the crystal wall of the Elven Plane.
Pontoriel, who wields the power over wasteland and drought, has a fighting style that is vastly different from that of the King of Ashes, Diorus. If the latter is a sinister and venomous snake lurking in the shadows, then Pontoriel is much more straightforward and direct.
With its massive mouth open, it unleashed a gust of wind mixed with yellow sand. In an instant, the dark Void surrounding the Elven Plane was shaken. Some powerful beings or spaceships lurking in the shadows were reduced to sand grains before they could even scream, merging into the Berserk sandstorm.
In his rage, Pontoriel disregarded even the Void City, including it in his attack range, unleashing a sandstorm that obscured all vision.
The Void City and the other spellcasters, upon witnessing this scene, immediately changed their expressions, unable to believe it.
"He, he actually dared to attack Void City!"
"How dare you! Everyone knows the rules of our Spellcaster Association: the Void City is essentially our territory. Attacking the Void City is tantamount to declaring war on the Guild. Even if He is Primordial God, He must pay the price for this!"
"Enough with the nonsense. Let's focus on repelling these attacks first. Pontoriel's attacks aren't directed at us, which means He still has reason. I just don't know what the Elven Plane did to provoke Him like this!"
The Void City's face was gloomy. While issuing orders, he controlled the Void City with all his might. He poured the top-level elemental crystals he had stored into the core of the Heart Energy as if they were free. The surging Magical Energy was like raging Nulong. Through the energy veins that covered the Void City, he activated the city's defense system to its limit. The protective barrier was like a tortoise shell covering the surface of the city. Magic light flowed and shone brightly.
Even so, under the sandstorm blown by the Desolate Lord Pontoriel, Void City was still like a small boat in a raging storm, only able to drift with the current and barely protect itself, with no strength left to help the Elven Plane.
"Lord, our mission is to protect the Elven Plane from invasion by external forces, but now that the Desolate Lord Pontoriel has made his move, we are no match for him and must ask for help from above." A spellcaster with flowing hair and beard, who looked like an old man, shouted loudly, his staff shining like a star as he threw out a series of defensive spells to reinforce the Void City's magical barrier.
Hearing the old man's words, the Void City sighed, "I'm afraid even if we call for reinforcements, it will be too late. The Desolate Lord Pontoriel possesses the strength of a top-tier Middle God. There are very few beings in the Prado Universe System who can stop him, and none of them are True God of the Spellcaster Association."
"So, if the Association wants to deal with Desolate Lord Pontoriel, the only way is to send people from the second-level branch of the Alpha Universe Cluster?"
"That's right." The Void City nodded slightly.
The old man still had doubts and asked, "But even so, you could have arrived quickly using a teleportation array or by borrowing the Devil Clan's Gate of Myriad Worlds. How could you be too late?"
The Void City gave the old man a deep look and said with a wry smile, "Asma, are you really that clueless or are you pretending? Whether it's too late or not isn't up to us, but rather those important figures. Do you think they'll rush over as soon as they learn of the existence of Desolate Lord Pontoriel, or deliberately delay for a while?"
"You mean..." The old man's expression changed, and he hesitated before stammering, "But aren't they afraid of being punished by headquarters? That's the ' Civilization Protection Period,' one of the foundations of the association's existence."
"Heh, so what? Don't forget, the rules are set by those above, and they can naturally overturn them. Besides, they won't openly break the rules; a simple excuse of seclusion will smuggle them out of responsibility. As long as we stall for time, the Elven Plane won't be able to withstand the attacks of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel. Once the Desolate Lord gets what he wants, he'll naturally leave. Why risk a huge battle with him?"
"Then... should we still report in detail? Or... simplify the information?" The elderly spellcaster named Asma suggested, his eyes gleaming.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the Void City's expression changed, and he shouted sternly, "Don't say such things again! If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"
"Lord, please calm down, I... I just..." Asma stammered, bowing deeply in fear.
The Void City stared at him for a moment, then sighed and helped him up, saying, "I know you have deep feelings for the Elven Plane, but this matter is beyond our control. We can only leave it to fate. Even if we follow your method, it won't work. Do you really think those big shots at the top don't have their own informants and channels of communication? Don't be naive!"
Upon hearing this, Asma suddenly realized what was happening and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Lord City Lord. If it weren't for you, I would have almost gotten into serious trouble."
"There's no need to be so polite. We've been through thick and thin together for so many years, and we should continue to trust and support each other in the future."
As he spoke, the Void City patted Asma on the shoulder, and then, in front of the latter, took out a communication magic crystal and reported everything that had happened in the Elven Plane in detail, without exaggeration or concealment.
Having done all this, the Void City sighed and continued to control the Void City to resist the sandstorm attacks.
At the same time, Lancelot, whose body had merged with the dimensional crystal wall, was also doing his best to resist the attack from the Desolate Lord, Pontoriel.
The sandstorm unleashed by a top-tier Middle God is enough to easily annihilate the souls of ordinary Lower God. However, Lancelot has the Steel Feather Cloak to his aid. As Miracle- quality artifact, it possesses an indelible quality. Not to mention Middle God, even Upper God's full-force attack cannot destroy the Steel Feather Cloak.
Therefore, although Lancelot, who was integrated with the Steel Feather Cloak, could only passively defend against the Desolate Lord, his life was not in danger.
The existence of the dimensional crystal wall is like putting a layer of armor on Lancelot.
With Steel Feather Cloak inside and a dimensional crystal wall outside, Lancelot may seem to be in grave danger, but in reality, he is as steady as a rock.
While Lancelot stalled for time, Logo and Gustavo began their ascent to the True God realm.
The Treacherous Destruction Continent.
Fallen Star Nest.
Strands of spider silk, shimmering with starlight, appeared out of thin air, weaving together thick spider eggs to envelop the Fallen Star Nest.
In the heart of the lair, lava flowed freely, and red light, accompanied by heat waves, reflected Gustavo's figure on the rock walls, creating a scene that was both ferocious and terrifying, yet also imbued with a strange sense of majesty.
After slaying Diorus, Gustavo had reached a state of perfect perfection on the level of cause and effect, free from obstacles, and was ready to break through at any time.
"I originally planned to wait until I absorbed the source of world destruction before advancing to True God. I didn't expect that Logo's prediction was correct. Diorus possesses what the Desolate Lord Pontoriel desires: a component of the Prism of Illusory and Real Prism. If this information is true, then this matter is most likely only just beginning. In any case, I must increase my strength as soon as possible!"
Immersed in the scalding lava, Gustavo's gaze deepened. With a thought, he fully unleashed his inner strength and began his ascension to the rank of True God.
Whew!!
The scent of Mars emanated from Gustavo's mouth, and with a deafening roar, his body abruptly disintegrated, transforming into a Black Hole with immense gravitational pull.
Click! Click!
The surrounding space shattered like glass, the Black Hole spun, and its speed suddenly increased a thousand times. The energy fluctuations released every second were much stronger than the previous second, and as time went on, they seemed to be increasing without end.
At the same moment, outside the Fallen Star Nest, many figures stood in Rayquaza -air, including Weimis, Grandmother Yilisham, Spider Dad Sylvain, Spider Mom Index, as well as Sister Mora and Brother Bradley, and other relatives and friends.
Since Gustavo intended to break through in the Fallen Star Nest, he had naturally notified his family long ago, telling them to hide.
As for Weimis and Yilisham, as well as the Lord of Demonic Machinery was secretly observing the Fallen Star Nest, they were all there to protect Gustavo.
It's not easy for the Mitrola Clan to produce a member with the "Main God Cornerstone." Each one is a potential Main God, a treasure among treasures, and cannot be lost.
Compared to the abundance of geniuses among the Dragon Clan, the number of geniuses in the Dragon-Hunting Spider race is much smaller, and top-tier geniuses are even rarer, making them all the more precious.
"The breakthrough has begun!" Weimis suddenly exclaimed.
Sylvain and Index felt a chill run down their spines, and their expressions became tense.
Yilisham, standing beside him, smiled gently and reassured him, "Don't worry, since the clan's records began, there has never been a case of a clansman with the ' Main God Cornerstone ' failing to advance to True God. So don't fret, Gustavo will definitely succeed in breaking through this time."
While saying this, Yilisham was inwardly filled with emotion. On one hand, she was shocked by Gustavo's terrifying talent, and on the other hand, she was glad that she had made the right choice and taken good care of this junior. As long as Gustavo wasn't ungrateful, he would definitely repay her in kind.
Of course, the luckiest family is the Sylvain family, especially the two ordinary-talented kids. With such a super genius brother, their future is practically bright.
If Gustavo can ascend to the Main God, then after paying a certain price, he can forcibly elevate Demigod to True God. Although True God elevated in this way does not have much potential for development, at least in terms of lifespan, he is no different from an ordinary True God, and he can absolutely crush any life below the level of True God.
The presence of his relatives and friends did not affect Gustavo's advancement. After some time, although the Black Hole he transformed into did not expand much in size, its size increased many times over.
At the edge of the Black Hole, concentric circles of different colored threads of law rotate rapidly, each emitting its own unique aura.
Cause and effect, Fate, stars, existence, erosion, change, gravity, electromagnetism, the sun, rusted blades... all these laws of light intertwine and reflect each other, all of which Gustavo seized from other powerful beings through devouring.
The reason these threads of law retain their color is because they have not been completely absorbed.
The cyclical mechanism of the Law of Devouring begins with Destruction, followed by death, absorption, Containment, and domination, gradually taking control of the laws devoured.
Once fully under control, the light of the law will naturally extinguish; more accurately, it will turn into the same color as the Black Hole.
This step, however, can unleash a terrifying Mind Beast.
The presence of outsiders inevitably leads to chaos, a fertile ground for the breeding of Mind Beast.
Back in the Star God Realm, Gustavo, having devoured too many powerful beings, was unable to withstand the impact of the Mind Beast. Throwing it all into Logo's Mind Sea might have been noticed by the big shots outside, so he endured it.
Now, with his formal ascension to True God, he has begun the final cleansing of these Laws of Light.
Buzz~!!
The Black Hole spun even faster, and the threads of law began to break down, their color dimming until they finally returned to darkness.
When the last thread of law completely merged into the Black Hole and became one with it, a terrifying aura soared into the sky.
Centered on the Fallen Star Nest, a massive "Devouring Divine Realm" suddenly descended!
On this day, Gustavo ascended to the rank of True God!