Above the Void, the Crimson Moon God Wheel and the Nirvana Tower were locked in a tug-of-war.
The battle between the two spatial artifacts was far less intense and direct than the clash between Lancelot and Alaric. Only the faint crimson moonlight and dark gold runes hinted at the fierce battle raging between them.
Like a turbulent undercurrent beneath a calm sea, it may seem inconspicuous, but it is just as dangerous.
"Damn it, this alchemy tower is clearly inferior to the Crimson Moon God Wheel in rank, so why can it unleash such powerful energy? Was that random evolution of the runes really something the Golden King did?"
"How terrifying must his rune mastery be! How can two such terrifying beings exist simultaneously in the Elven Plane? Is this a place favored by the Astral Realm fortune?!"
Mimir's clothes fluttered, and his waist-length hair exploded behind him like steel needles. He was extremely flustered, and even in the midst of the fierce battle, his mind began to wander.
Especially when Lancelot successfully killed Alaric and turned his sharp gaze towards him.
Mimir clearly felt as if countless blades were slicing across his back, causing a dull pain.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. Mimir was about to say something when his pupils suddenly contracted.
A towering figure appeared before her in the blink of an eye, the distance between them barely a few feet.
'He also has very strong spatial abilities!'
The thought exploded in Mimir's mind.
It should be noted that she, who wields the Crimson Moon God Wheel, is surrounded by multiple spatial restrictions and barriers, so ordinary Upper God can only fly slowly to get close to her.
Being able to approach someone instantly requires a profound understanding of the rules of space.
Lancelot was unaware of the thoughts surging in Mimir's mind; he simply reached out his palm without a care.
As he made his move again, the previously calm Void began to churn violently once more.
Around the Longtuo Continent, Lancelot's outstretched hand burst forth with boundless golden light. In an instant, the hand, which was originally no different in size from that of an ordinary person, expanded almost Infinity, gently scattering the fragments of the land, breaking through the Void dimension, and shaking the universe.
Under Mimir's almost incredulous gaze, before she could even dodge, she landed on a vast, boundless, and incredibly golden land.
This land, as if cast from gold, is devoid of anything except for a dozen or so crisscrossing gullies; there are no flowers, trees, or even layers of soil or rock.
The scene was so grand that not only the parties involved in the Mimir conflict, but also the onlookers were all stunned.
"What kind of Divine Body does he have?!"
"To think that its palm could be enlarged to such an extent, and I can sense that this isn't a body formed from the Divine Realm energy combined with Void Energy, but a real physical body!"
"Terrible, awe-inspiring, horrifying!"
"Could it be that he didn't use his full strength when he killed that black-armored deity?"
"No, I think that although this move is impressive, it's not suitable for fighting against opponents of the same level or similar strength. It's most likely used to bully weaker opponents!"
"Slaying noobs?! A peak Middle God wielding Upper God Artifact can be called a 'noob'?!"
Some spectators who were nearby looked at each other, exchanging thoughts, and all felt a bit of a toothache.
This is especially true for some Lower God, who find it even more outrageous.
Not long ago, I was on the same level as Lancelot, the Radiance of Holy Light. We were both Lower God. How come you stood out so much and suddenly gained the combat power of True God Tier Nine?
That's not scientific!
Many Lower God simply wanted to roar in anger.
To coexist with such a monster in the same area is just too disheartening.
Leaving aside external reactions for now.
On the giant golden palm, Mimir looked up. Above the sky, golden mist floated, and through the mist, one could vaguely see the majestic figure standing outside the continent.
Mimir breathed a sigh of relief after sensing the Crimson Moon God Wheel and finding that the connection between the two had not been severed.
However, she did not attack Lancelot immediately. Instead, she took a deep breath and said gently, "Your Excellency Holy Light's strength deserves the respect of any power. This action was due to my oversight. I will present you with generous gifts upon my return. Could we cease hostilities? I guarantee that we will not interfere with the Golden Divine Kingdom from now on!"
A clear sound rose from the palm of his hand, pierced through the golden mist, reached the outside world, entered Lancelot's ears, and even echoed in the Void, allowing many spectators to hear it.
Everyone understood which faction Mimir, who wielded the Crimson Moon God Wheel, belonged to. If he wasn't a direct descendant of the Crimson Moon Civilization, how could he possibly obtain this supreme treasure that suppressed the civilization's foundation?
Although Mimir never mentioned the Crimson Moon Civilization in her words, her words undoubtedly represented the Crimson Moon Civilization bowing to Lancelot and attempting to ease tensions with the Golden Divine Kingdom.
On the Alpha Civilization's Void warship, Bel'Veth and Leanna also heard Mimir's words. They exchanged a glance, their expressions changing slightly.
"Your Holy Light, you wouldn't agree to ease relations with the Crimson Moon Civilization, would you?" Leanna frowned, looking quite uneasy.
Bel'Veth touched her chest, feigning composure, and said, "No, absolutely not. According to intelligence analysis, the Golden King always acts with great method. Our Alpha Civilization has never wronged the Golden Divine Kingdom, and the latter will most likely reciprocate in kind."
"Then how do you know what His Holiness the Holy Light is thinking? It's not even clear who's in charge of the Golden Divine Kingdom right now!" Leanna retorted.
Bel'Veth was silent for a moment, but soon she smiled and turned to Leanna, saying, "See? I told you His Holiness the Holy Light wouldn't let us down!"
"Did you say that?!" Leanna pouted, but then felt relieved.
The reason the two gods reacted this way was because, just moments before, Lancelot had directly rejected Mimir.
"Joke!"
Lancelot, standing in the Void, gave a cold laugh.
What's really strange is that although his body is only the size of an ordinary person, his hands seem to be infinitely huge, and his mind and will are as vast as the sea, extending to tens of thousands of miles of Void with his voice.
"Since your Crimson Moon Civilization participated in this ambush, you've clearly decided to kill me. In that case, there's nothing more to say!"
Lancelot's voice reverberated through the Void, "My principle towards enemies has always been singular: exterminate them all!"