The adventurers on the wall could only watch in stunned silence.
Thousands of glowing figures moved through the beast tide like reapers of light. Every raised hand sent beams of energy tearing through the corrupted monsters. Wolves dissolved. Giant insects crumbled into dust. The twisted humanoid creatures scread before vanishing into nothing.
The battlefield had transford into sothing beyond their understanding.
One mont a single level two adventurer had jumped off the wall like a madman.
The next mont an army of radiant warriors was slaughtering the beast tide single-handedly.
A middle-aged adventurer with a scar across his face gripped the edge of the wall tightly.
"Those wings," he muttered. "I’ve seen records of this before in old texts."
Another adventurer turned toward him. "What do you an?"
The scarred man’s voice trembled slightly. "The Angel Clan doesn’t just have ordinary mbers. There are different bloodline ranks. The higher the purity, the more wings a mber can manifest when using their full power."
He pointed toward the battlefield.
"Look carefully. So of those clones have faint wing shapes. That ans the original possesses a bloodline pure enough to manifest them."
A young soldier blinked. "So he really is from the Angel Clan?"
The scarred man nodded slowly. "But that raises an even bigger question."
"What question?"
"If he truly has such a pure bloodline, why is he here alone? Why isn’t he protected by the Clan’s elders? Why did he arrive like an ordinary outsider?"
Nobody could answer.
On the battlefield Ethan continued his relentless slaughter.
The clone technique he had just used was not actually a divine ability.
It was a simple application of his ntal Domain combined with energy projection.
By splitting his perception and divine energy into thousands of threads, he could create temporary constructs that looked and acted like extensions of himself.
Each clone possessed only a fraction of his power.
But against level one and level two corrupted beasts, a fraction was more than enough.
Ethan walked calmly through the chaos.
His true body remained hidden among the clones, constantly shifting positions to avoid any potential counterattack.
Not that any of the beasts could pose a threat.
They were too weak.
Too mindless.
Too corrupted to think clearly.
The gray mist around him grew thicker with every monster he destroyed.
But none of the onlookers could see what was happening beneath the surface.
To them, it simply looked like the mist was dispersing naturally as the monsters died.
They had no way of knowing that every particle was actually flowing into Ethan’s body.
That his law strand was expanding with each passing second.
Eighty kiloters.
Eighty-five.
Ninety.
The energy flowed into him like a river pouring into an ocean.
He could feel the law strand growing thicker, stronger, more stable with every passing mont.
Soon he would reach the first major milestone.
One hundred kiloters.
Ethan smiled slightly.
Then he raised his hand again.
"Disintegrate."
Another wave of destruction swept across the battlefield.
Back at the city wall a new commotion was beginning.
A group of well ard soldiers suddenly pushed through the gathered adventurers.
They wore silver and blue armor with the emblem of a rising sun.
The Ragnarok Clan.
Behind them walked a tall man with sharp features and cold eyes.
His presence alone made the surrounding air feel heavier.
The mont he stepped onto the wall, every adventurer instinctively bowed their heads.
Level seven.
The envoy had arrived.
The man walked calmly to the edge of the wall and looked toward the battlefield.
For a long mont he said nothing.
His eyes scanned the chaos below.
Thousands of glowing figures.
Hundreds of thousands of corrupted beasts.
Gray mist rising like smoke from a burning forest.
Then his gaze focused on one particular spot.
A figure standing slightly apart from the others.
The figure that felt different from the clones.
The envoy’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting," he murmured.
One of his subordinates stepped forward. "Sir, the beast tide has begun earlier than expected. Should we mobilize the full defense?"
The envoy raised a hand.
"No."
The subordinate blinked. "Sir?"
The envoy pointed toward the battlefield.
"Look carefully."
The subordinate obeyed.
He saw the clones.
He saw the monsters dying.
He saw the gray mist hanging in the air.
But he saw nothing unusual.
The mist was simply there, thick and ominous, as it always was after large groups of corrupted beasts were destroyed.
"What am I looking for, sir?" he asked carefully.
The envoy was silent for a mont.
Then he shook his head slightly.
"Nothing. Never mind."
He had sensed sothing for just a mont.
A faint ripple in the energy around that figure.
But now it was gone.
Perhaps he had imagined it.
Or perhaps the boy was simply too far away to read clearly.
Either way, it was not worth pursuing right now.
Another subordinate spoke. "Sir, should we send reinforcents? That person is fighting alone against the entire vanguard of the beast tide."
The envoy considered this.
"No," he said finally. "He seems to have things under control."
His eyes remained fixed on Ethan.
"Besides, I want to see how far he can go."
On the battlefield Ethan suddenly felt a strange sensation.
Soone was watching him.
Not the ordinary fearful glances of the adventurers on the wall.
This was different.
This was the gaze of soone powerful.
Ethan’s eyes flickered toward the city wall for just a mont.
He saw a tall figure standing apart from the others.
Even from this distance, he could sense the imnse pressure radiating from that person.
Level seven.
The Ragnarok envoy had arrived.
Ethan’s expression remained calm, but his mind was already calculating.
A level seven being could potentially sense things that others could not.
He needed to be careful.
The absorption could not be detected.
He had made sure of that from the very beginning.
The process was completely internal.
No energy leaked out.
No visible signs appeared.
To anyone watching, he was simply fighting.
Killing monsters.
Nothing more.
Ethan refocused on the battle.
There were still tens of thousands of beasts left.
And the gray mist was thicker than ever.
He raised both hands this ti.
The thousands of clones did the sa.
Golden light gathered around each of them like a second sun.
The adventurers on the wall gasped.
Even the envoy’s eyes widened slightly.
"What is he planning?"
Ethan’s voice echoed across the battlefield.
Not loud.
But clear.
As if spoken directly into every listener’s mind.
"Clear."
The golden light exploded outward.
A massive wave of divine energy swept across the forest like a tidal wave.
Every corrupted beast within five kiloters was instantly erased.
Not killed.
Erased.
Their bodies simply ceased to exist.
The battlefield fell silent.
For the first ti since the beast tide began, no monsters were moving.
Ethan stood alone in the center of the destruction.
The gray mist hung thickly in the air around him, swirling slowly as if moved by an invisible wind.
To the onlookers, it looked like a natural phenonon.
The aftermath of a massive attack.
They had no way of knowing that every particle of that mist was actually flowing into Ethan’s body.
That his law strand was expanding at an incredible rate.
Ninety-five kiloters.
Ninety-eight.
One hundred.
Ethan closed his eyes for just a mont.
The feeling was incredible.
One hundred kiloters of law strand.
The power flowing through his body was several tis greater than when he first entered the city.
He took a slow breath.
Then he opened his eyes.
On the wall the envoy was watching intently.
He had felt sothing again.
That sa faint ripple.
But it was gone before he could identify it.
He frowned slightly.
Then he shook his head.
"Interesting boy," he murmured.
He turned to his subordinates.
"Prepare a formal welco."
The subordinates blinked in confusion.
"For whom, sir?"
The envoy gestured toward the battlefield.
"For him."
"After he finishes with the monsters, bring him to ."
He paused.
"And be respectful."
The subordinates bowed.
"Yes, sir."
On the battlefield Ethan looked toward the forest.
More monsters were still coming.
The beast tide was far from over.
But now?
Now it was no longer a threat.
It was an opportunity.
Ethan smiled.
Then he began walking deeper into the forest.
The clones followed.
Thousands of glowing figures disappeared into the trees.
"Yumiko, initiate the binding with the world system", Ethan muttered.
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