Battle Against the Quasi-Emperor

On the battlefield, a white giant as enormous as a mountain strode across the earth.

Behind him, a Wizard legion surged forward like the tide. In the sky, vast formations of Small Floating Cities advanced alongside War Airships swarming like a school of sharks.

Wizards had never excelled at defense.

Bzzz!

A pillar-like beam struck Richard.

A hundred-thousand-strong Mayfly battle swarm assigned to the rear guard had exhausted all its energy, even burning its flesh away completely, to unleash this hundred-thousand Energy Level strike.

Yet when that magnificent counterattack landed on Richard, it passed over him like a phantom, silent and without effect.

The bony scales where the beam had struck were charred black, but in the next instant, newly grown bone repaired them.

To a creature evolved in physique, this sort of one-shot attack was hardly worth fearing. If it could not be sustained, then even if it were ten times stronger, it would merely cost him a little more energy.

Richard glanced at the Mayfly battle swarm that had burned itself to ashes. A faint Holy Light suddenly bloomed from his body.

In the next moment, a river of souls appeared. These souls should have returned to the Mayfly Dimension and become part of the Mayflies' contribution. Yet under the influence of the Underworld Rule, a tributary suddenly branched off from that river of souls.

Out of the hundred thousand souls, several hundred were drawn in by the Underworld Rule, becoming Richard's external reserve of fuel.

Although the Underworld Rule could draw in more, Richard knew he was stealing food from the Mayfly Dimension. Losing a small number could still be explained away as souls scattering into nothingness, but if too many disappeared, it would inevitably draw the Mayfly Dimension's attention.

Richard was strong, but he was only