The atmosphere instantly grew heavy.
The three powerhouses stared at the thick white mist.
None of them moved.
None of them dared to enter recklessly.
Because they understood the danger.
Inside that realm, Souta would possess an overwhelming advantage.
The laws would favor him.
The environnt would favor him.
Everything inside would belong to him.
Entering blindly carried the risk of becoming trapped within the dream realm themselves.
Yet leaving Aldemaran alone was equally dangerous.
A tense silence followed.
Finally, Armante spoke.
"Aldemaran is strong..."
His eyes remained fixed on the mist.
"But he’s not as strong as Urhan."
The implication was obvious.
If even Urhan struggled against Souta, Aldemaran’s chances were far worse.
Armante clenched his staff tightly.
"That monster deliberately separated him from us."
His expression turned grim.
"We have to do sothing."
Because everyone present understood one terrifying possibility.
If Aldemaran died inside that dream realm...
The balance of the battle would collapse completely.
Armante turned to Urhan and Sea Devourer.
"Attack it! There’s no need to hesitate! Space is already filled with rifts, and it’s anchoring itself to the Dream Realm! If we don’t act now, this entire region will be engulfed by the Dream Realm!"
Armante, Urhan, and Sea Devourer charged forward.
Their energies surged like tidal waves capable of destroying everything in their path.
Armante raised the staff in his hand and swiftly constructed a magic circle, casting yet another Forbidden Spell.
[Fallen teor Shower]!!
Ohm!!
Countless teors appeared overhead, each carrying imnse energy and radiating destructive power.
Then they rained down upon the battlefield.
On the other hand, Urhan and Sea Devourer unleashed their strongest attacks without holding back.
Spells, combat arts, and artifacts were activated to elevate their combat prowess to its peak.
The scene resembled the end of the world.
The attacks of Urhan, Armante, and Sea Devourer violently shook the patch of white mist.
Any ordinary Ninth Shackle Realm expert would surely perish under their combined assault.
The sheer power they unleashed was terrifying.
BOOM!!
Violent waves of energy spread outward, sending ripples throughout the surrounding region.
People in distant cities felt the intense tremors.
They couldn’t help but look toward the horizon in fear as their instincts warned them that danger lurked everywhere.
All they could do was hope that their leaders would erge victorious from this grueso battle.
The nearby cities suffered the worst effects from the ongoing battle. Violent shockwaves repeatedly swept across the region, causing the seabed to tremble and defensive formations to flicker under the imnse pressure.
Fortunately, the evacuation had begun long before the battle reached its current scale. Under the direction of military officials and local experts, civilians were moved to safer areas as quickly as possible. While so infrastructure suffered damage, casualties remained relatively low compared to what could have happened.
Those who remained behind were the defenders.
S-rank experts, SS-rank experts, and SSS-rank experts.
The strongest forces each city could spare.
Only a single Seventh Shackle Realm expert was stationed in every nearby city to oversee defenses and respond to ergencies.
The rest of the nation’s high-level combatants had already been mobilized and sent to the battlefield.
After all, the conflict unfolding near Hydro Land City would determine the fate of the entire Creasant Republic.
The cities themselves had beco eerily quiet.
People gathered inside shelters and protected zones, anxiously waiting for news.
anwhile, the experts stationed on guard could only stare toward the distant horizon. From ti to ti, they would witness crimson flashes illuminating the ocean. Sotis golden light would erupt into the heavens. Other tis, the sea itself would shake violently as though an ancient beast were stirring beneath it. Every fluctuation carried enough power to make their hearts tremble.
Yet despite witnessing these terrifying phenona, none of them knew what was actually happening on the battlefield.
The battle had already surpassed the limits of their perception.
The combatants were simply too powerful.
To them, the distant flashes of light and violent tremors were all that remained visible.
They could only wait.
Wait for reports.
Wait for survivors.
Or wait for the outco that would decide the future of the Creasant Republic.
...
On the battlefield.
Armante narrowed his eyes as he stared at the nurous rifts scattered throughout space.
The patch of white mist had been destroyed by their combined attacks, leaving behind nothing but a violent storm of energy.
Urhan snorted and waved his hand.
Bang!!
A powerful shockwave burst forth, sweeping away the dust and turbulent energy.
The entire atmosphere settled under his might.
Urhan, Armante, and Sea Devourer looked ahead.
Their perceptions swept across the battlefield and quickly found a lone figure floating at the center of the impact zone.
"This...?"
"Aldemaran...!"
Aldemaran’s body was covered in grave injuries.
Most of his bones were broken, and his energy fluctuations had weakened considerably. Yet despite his condition, he remained conscious, sustained by the trendous vitality of a Ninth Shackle Realm expert.
"Argh...!"
Aldemaran shifted his eyes toward the three.
Forcing his battered body to move, he opened his mouth and spoke with great difficulty.
"B-Be careful..."
In the next mont, darkness and light flowed through the space surrounding Aldemaran.
They sward toward him, attempting to devour him like countless ants crawling over his body.
Suddenly,
BANG!!!
The spatial structure behind Armante, Urhan, and Sea Devourer shattered like glass.
Fragnts of distorted space exploded outward.
The three powerhouses instinctively turned around.
Their eyes widened and saw Souta erging from the shattered space behind.
His crimson armor crackled with blood-red lightning, while his third eye remained open, radiating an eerie glow.
A wicked smile stretched across his face.
"It’s too late."
Although his voice was drowned by the raging battlefield, they clearly understood his words.
The mont they did, a chill ran down their spines.
Souta thrust his sword forward.
[Second Form: Blood Lightning Piercing Through the Heavens]!!
[Fourth Form: Lightning Critical Enhancent]!!
BOOOOMMMM!!!
An overwhelming torrent of blood-red lightning erupted from the tip of his blade. The attack resembled a crimson dragon tearing through reality itself.
The space fractured and the surrounding seawater instantly evaporated.
Everything between Souta and Armante was annihilated.
Sizzle!!
Armante’s instincts scread as he imdiately tried to retreat.
Yet, he found that he couldn’t move.
"...?"
His expression froze as he looked down.
Countless spider webs had wrapped around his legs.
The threads were impossibly thin.
Almost invisible.
Darkness and light flowed through them like veins.
The webs extended into the surrounding space itself, rging seamlessly with reality.
Armante’s heart sank.
He hadn’t sensed them.
Not once.
Not until this very mont.
And now, it was too late.
His eyes lifted toward Souta and saw the Blood Lightning Monster was grinning.
A grin filled with anticipation.
Then the lightning arrived.
BOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The blood-red torrent slamd directly into Armante. His defenses shattered instantly and his resistance collapsed. The lightning pierced through his body and burst out from his back, carrying chunks of flesh and blood with it.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The crimson lightning continued assaulting him every millisecond, flooding his body with endless destruction.
Armante felt as if countless tribulations were exploding inside him simultaneously.
anwhile, Souta’s grin widened.
The spider webs had never been ordinary webs. The mont he activated his third eye and let them saw the Great Moon, everyone present had been affected.
Their senses.
Their perception.
Even their awareness of reality.
All of it had been disturbed for a brief instant.
To most experts, that mont seed insignificant.
To Souta, it was enough.
The Great Moon carried the power of laws.
When it appeared, the laws governing the surrounding region were subtly altered. Everything within a radius of one hundred kiloters fell under its influence. Including the Laws of the Imperium.
During that brief disruption, Souta’s spider webs had spread throughout the battlefield.
They seeped through space, rged with reality, and assimilated the surrounding laws.
By the ti everyone regained their senses, the webs had already beco part of the environnt itself.
That was why even Ninth Shackle Realm experts failed to detect them.
They were no longer foreign objects.
They had beco one with the battlefield.
At present, nearly fifty percent of the surrounding had already been assimilated.
Naturally, Souta’s control of Darkness and Light grow to a terrifying extent with him.
The very elents flowing through the hidden webs.
Armante’s body convulsed under the relentless assault of blood-red lightning.
His aura continued to weaken, his defenses continued to crumble, and above it all...
"Ehehehahaha!!"
Souta’s laughter echoed throughout the shattered battlefield.
"This feels magnificent!!"
Blood-red lightning erupted wildly around him. His third eye shone brighter. And for the first ti since the battle began, it seed as though the battlefield itself was slowly becoming his domain.
Suddenly, two figures appeared at his sides.
Swoosh!!
Urhan and Sea Devourer broke free from the bindings and launched swift attacks from opposite directions.
"Die, monster!!"
The two attacked simultaneously.
However, before their attacks could even reach Souta, spider-like limbs shot out from his back and intercepted them.
BOOM!!
A deafening explosion erupted as the attacks collided.
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