A few days later.
Void fortress somewhere.
Lancelot was stopped by the enraged Alaric, and the two engaged in a fierce battle in the Void.
Both are beings renowned for their physical prowess. When they clash, their physical battles resemble the clash of two vast dimensions, creating an aura of terrifying power.
With every move they made, they tore through the Void with their physical bodies, shattered multiple dimensions, and even fought deep into the dimensional realms, leaving countless dimensional fragments flying wherever they went.
Some special life forms living in other dimensions were caught up in this war of the Upper God. Without any warning, they were reduced to nothingness and perished on the spot. Their body fragments were scattered everywhere by the storm generated by the collision between the two.
In order to avoid attracting the attention of the black-armored figure and arousing its vigilance, Lancelot, as before, concealed a portion of his power— the Divine Body particles—within his Steel Feather Cloak.
The remaining portion allowed him to unleash the combat power of a mid-level True God Tier Seven. During his battle with Alaric, he was undoubtedly suppressed by his opponent and appeared quite disheveled.
However, since there was no significant difference in their ranks and both were resilient, Lancelot, despite being injured and at a disadvantage, was not in mortal danger.
More importantly, this place is within the radiation zone of the Golden Divine Kingdom, where Logo can project himself into battle at any time, and even use the power of the Divine Kingdom to build temporary teleportation channels to send in a large number of True God support.
Although doing so would greatly damage the very essence of the Divine Kingdom, given the relationship the two had shown along the way, no one doubted that Logo would do the same if Lancelot were in danger.
Boom!!
After another fierce clash, Lancelot seemed to have no desire to fight any longer and withdrew abruptly.
Alaric stood there with a gloomy expression, not giving chase.
Their first direct confrontation ended in such a hasty manner.
In the following ten days, Lancelot and Alaric clashed several more times.
The clashes between the two sides intensified.
Alaric also resorted to some unconventional methods.
For example, a one-time attack magic scroll.
That was a terrifying scroll specifically designed for cursing and killing.
After it was unleashed, with a boom, blazing yet chilling flames burst forth from the Void, spreading across the sky and converging upon Lancelot.
Within the flames, countless souls howled mournfully, their sharp and chilling cries filling the entire Void.
Moreover, from within the flames, pale, shriveled ghost claws with pairs of scarlet eyes emerged, tearing through the Void and reaching for Lancelot.
At that moment, the Void, like a mirror, cracked open with countless fissures, as if it were an ice surface struck by a meteorite, and malevolent energy rose up like mist.
Amidst the surging murderous intent, Lancelot was caught off guard and suffered a 'severe blow,' retreating hastily while clutching his head.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alaric launched a surprise attack, intending to kill Lancelot.
But at that moment, a magnificent and vast phantom of the Divine Kingdom, surrounded by trillions of golden lights, descended, manifesting as a phantom dressed in an imperial crown, along with more than a dozen True God, who rushed forward and, together with Lancelot, repelled Alaric.
After that, Logo led the gods away from this place.
Alaric was so enraged that he vented his anger on the spot, and only left reluctantly after a long time.
Eight Gods' Realm, Dark Celestial Star.
The gods gathered, and Roland, the Broken Blade Lord who had already broken through to the level of Upper God, was among them. His aura had become even more fierce after his advancement, and standing there, he was like a heavenly blade that could split the sky and cleave the earth.
One can imagine the terrifying sharpness that this blade will unleash once it is drawn from its sheath.
Da da da!!
Heavy footsteps came from outside.
Alaric walked in.
Roland immediately questioned, "Why aren't we following the plan? What's with that one-time use magic scroll?"
"What do you know? I did this to make Lancelot even more certain that we have no other tricks up our sleeves. After this, he will become even more arrogant, which is why he was lured out!" Alaric retorted loudly.
The other True God looked at each other in bewilderment.
In reality, they all knew Alaric's idea: he simply wanted to make one last attempt to see if he could kill Lancelot alone. Otherwise, the magic scroll would undoubtedly be more effective in a group attack scenario.
However, this might mean that Alaric wouldn't get the biggest benefit.
Roland wanted to say something more.
But he was stopped by the leader Selwyn.
The latter patted Roland on the shoulder and laughed, "In that case, let's continue to wait patiently. It's just a matter of waiting a few more days. As long as we can kill Lancelot, all the sacrifices will be worthwhile."
The other True God nodded in agreement.
Alaric turned his head away and didn't refute it further.
In fact, he knew he was in the wrong.
Time passed in the silent atmosphere.
On the other side.
From the outside, the heavily injured Lancelot appeared lively and energetic, discussing Alaric's intentions with Logo.
"Why isn't he playing by the rules? Isn't he afraid of scaring me?" Lancelot couldn't figure it out for a moment.
Logo, however, saw through Alaric's thoughts at a glance and laughed, "Don't worry, this guy just wants to steal the credit. He didn't succeed this time, but he won't do it again. Just pretend to heal for ten days or half a month before making your move, and go through the process again as before, and that's it."
"So that's what he was thinking?" Lancelot suddenly realized, then his expression changed slightly as he asked, "With so many True God being teleported over such a long distance, has the Golden Divine Kingdom's source been greatly depleted?"
Upon hearing this, Logo shook his head and chuckled, saying, "Heh, don't worry. You really think I used the essence of the Divine Kingdom? A mere long-distance teleportation channel can be constructed with Divine Power using Rune Array. What use is the essence of the Divine Kingdom? What a waste!"
"... You're ruthless!" Lancelot was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected Logo's rune mastery to be so profound.
Logo has Time House to accelerate his cultivation.
"Don't forget, I have components of the Illusory and Real Prism. You don't understand how immense the benefits are to truly master Miracle Creation, even just one-seventh of its components!"
Logo acted as if it were his due, showing no interest in his rapid progress.
Shrugging, Lancelot said no more about the matter, pretending to recuperate for twelve days before striking again.
"He's made his move again!"
The True God of the Dark Celestial Star Eight Gods' Realm were invigorated.
"See? I told you so. This guy doesn't know what fear is," Alaric sneered.
The other True God ignored him, observing Lancelot's movements while preparing to make their move at any moment.
Following the same script, Alaric struck again, engaging Lancelot in repeated battles in the Void.
"How could your progress be so fast?!" Alaric's expression changed as he felt the force from Lancelot's fist. Although it was only a little progress, it was important to remember that their combat power was at the Upper God level.
It's quite common for powerful individuals at this level to remain stagnant for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Lancelot's rate of progress is simply astonishing.
"Hey, there's nothing I can do. There are some things and some people in this world that are simply beyond your comprehension!" Lancelot raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
Looking at the handsome and dashing face before him, and hearing the mocking words echoing in his ears, Alaric was enraged and launched a frenzied attack.
Although Lancelot appeared extremely disheveled, he maintained an impeccable defense throughout. After a long and intense battle, the two retreated.
"This guy is too much of a threat; we absolutely cannot let him grow."
Inside the Dark Celestial Star, after Alaric recounted Lancelot's rate of progress, he shared his own thoughts.
The other True God reacted in the same way he did.
At first, they couldn't believe it. But after confirming that there really were such unreasonable and ruthless people in the world, and that these people were their enemies, they immediately had the idea of eliminating them.
Selwyn's murderous intent was particularly strong.
The expansion of the Eight Gods' Realm requires clearing away all obstacles.
"Get ready to make your move!"
"After this battle, Lancelot likely move to outer layers, perhaps even beyond the radiation range of the Golden Divine Kingdom."
"Yes!!"
The gods responded in unison.
On this day, the Longtuo Continent...
A fierce conflict erupted between the Alpha Alliance Army and the Eight Gods' Realm.
More than ten True God from both sides engaged in a chaotic battle.
Just as the battle reached a critical moment.
A towering figure tore through the Void and descended.
The terrifying aura pressed down on the hearts of all people, whether gods or men, like a seat, making it exceptionally heavy.
"It's Lancelot, the Radiance of Holy Light!"
A shrill, terrified sound suddenly rang out.
The powerful figures from the Eight Gods' Realm's side changed their expressions drastically and scattered in all directions, including the six True God.
On the other hand, the Allied forces were greatly encouraged.
Their own True God were overjoyed, as they had not received any prior notification that Lancelot was coming to their aid.
But how fast can God Level expert react?
They immediately pounced on him like hungry wolves, trying to entangle the True God of the Eight Gods' Realm and create an opportunity for Lancelot to kill him.
Right now, at this very moment.
Alaric, Selwyn, and the others, who had been waiting for a long time inside Dark Celestial Star, all turned serious at the same time.
"Action!"
Tear!!
Without hesitation, Alaric used the Legend nine-star scroll in his hand.
A dazzling beam of spatial teleportation light enveloped all the gods present.
Then the divine light shot through the air and disappeared.
First, increase the dimensionality, then decrease it.
In less than a tenth of a second, they arrived on the Longtuo Continent and surrounded Lancelot.
At the same time, Dimensional Drifter Mimir coldly rebuked and activated the Crimson Moon God Wheel, as well as the primordial Divine Power left within it by the Crimson Moon True God.
In an instant, Endless crimson moonlight surged forth like a tide.
It spread throughout the entire continent.
Bathed in the crimson moonlight, space seemed to freeze, and the layers of dimensions coalesced like dried concrete, impossible to separate.
The Longtuo Continent had become a prison.
"Heh heh, Lancelot, where do you think you're going?!"