He gazed at the Sword River, a look of gratification upon his face.
"You have grown to such heights."
"Yes."
This consciousness was akin to a child.
Levi stepped into the Sword River; countless Sword Qi ford surging waves, lifting Levi into the sky for ten thousand miles, and at the heart of those waves, Sword Qi coalesced into a throne radiating a fierce aura.
The Throne of the Sword!
The others watched this scene in astonished silence.
"This... has the Dusk Sword River developed consciousness?"
"Not quite life; rely a glimr of spirituality."
"That throne is reserved for the Grand Council Chairman. Anyone else who sits on it, their ass would be sliced clean off, hahahahaha!" soone suddenly laughed.
"Indeed, it seems our chances of victory have grown. The power of this Sword River surely rivals that of Top Level Strongn; if it continues to grow, absorbing the faith of Nora and all the swordsn of the world, it may even ascend to the Supre."
"Yes, with the Dusk Mother River, the River of Ti... If we add a River of Sword Dao to gather the Sword Dao Power, would it not surpass those so-called Gods?"
Levi seated himself upon the Throne of Sword Qi.
He looked down upon the legion, and with a single thought, the Sword River expanded all around, transforming into a Great Wall stretching millions of miles, edged in golden strear-like Sword Qi—a sight of overwhelming awe.
Every hundred thousand miles, a signal tower node stood sentinel.
Levi raised the Sword of Victory toward the heavens and declared loudly:
"Onto the Sword Qi wall! Let us charge forth!"
Emmon laughed thunderously, leaping first onto a signal tower; countless Sword Qi refrained from touching him, instead swirling around Emmon, forming a natural barrier.
The Heavenly Will applauded in delight.
"Excellent! We possess such a trump card."
One by one, the Top Level Strongn voluntarily stood atop the wall; every interval marked by another warrior, their formation ensuring a balanced distribution across the battlefront. In the end, nearly three hundred level-10s and thousands of level-9s arrayed themselves at the signal towers, battle intent ablaze.
The Netherworld Ancestor and Emmon stood at either side of the throne.
Levi conducted a final review of the army.
"Sword River, charge into the Nightmare Camp!"
"Affirmative, Master." .
Roaring and rushing, a colossal dragon spanning millions of miles soared into the fray.
The Sword River streaked forth at astonishing speed, traversing the Void in a flash—covering hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.
Soon enough, their sights fell upon the Nightmare Camp ahead.
The Master of Horror, Ignorant Monarch, and Archdevil of Hell stood high above; deep within the camp, a Supre presence was stirring, about to awaken.
Levi spoke:
"It appears the Disaster Monarch has ascended to Supre."
The Netherworld Ancestor replied:
"It matters not; this kind of forced ascension, birthed by draining Nightmare’s own potential, strengthens the high ranks at the cost of weakening the lower tiers."
Nightmare’s overall strength has not increased; in fact, it may even have diminished. After this battle, regardless of whether we win or lose, Nightmare shall no longer inspire fear."
As a Giant, she knew this better than any. With the Underworld’s foundation, it would be no trouble to produce another Supre, yet there’s no need.
With four Supre Wills present, save for the astral world, the other three Giants each have a Supre Agent, enough to hold dominion for eternity, steadfast and unyielding.
Emmon said:
"Then I’ll trouble the lady to distract the Master of Horror for a ti; give the new Supre to Levi and —we’ll aim for a swift victory. The remaining Two of the Four Emperors and the Demon Lord Level adversaries will be handled by the highest-ranking Nether Emperor and Nora’s Top Level Strongn."
The Netherworld Ancestor replied:
"Should we give our all in this battle, victory is assured. But beware astral world and Abyss taking advantage of the chaos... We may still need to keep a card in reserve."
Levi said:
"Understood. The key is to slay as many Monarchs as possible. With the Master of Horror and Nightmare Will’s tricks, even in defeat, we likely cannot capture them."
But should we slaughter hundreds of Monarchs, overturn the lower echelons, then two lone, struggling Supres will no longer be feared; they can be executed in the aftermath. Of course, if we can annihilate them all at once, so much the better."
On the other side—
The Master of Horror’s gaze was grave.
"This river... has developed divinity as well."
The Two of the Four Emperors looked uneasy.
The battle ahead boded ill.
If we’d known, it would have been better to hole up at ho, playing a defensive ga. At least we could leverage the advantages of terrain and survive a little longer.
The Netherworld Ancestor made the first move.
Her slender hand wielded the sword; Sword Qi surged with Death and Reincarnation, conjuring a vast world akin to an Underworld Hell, engulfing the Master of Horror within.
Behind the Master of Horror, myriad manifestations of Fear materialized.
"Seal of All Things!"
On its chest, a black and crimson octagrams symbol appeared.
Spurt—its chest burst open, from which a bloody spectral hand extended, its five claws razor-sharp, piercing through space-ti in a twisted manner, aid directly at the Netherworld Ancestor’s face. She raised her sword to block, and with a clang, was knocked back, her blade trembling violently.
She steadied herself, swung her sword to retaliate, her countenance a touch pale.
"This wretch imdiately resorted to an ultimate technique not used for entire epochs—it seems Nightmare knows their back is against the wall, and is fighting for their life."
As Supre Agents, they were equally matched.
With billions of years of rivalry and intrigue, each knew the other well.
If there were no outside interference, such a battle could last ten thousand years.
"The key is Levi’s battle. If he, as last ti, breaks open the situation and joins with Emmon to reinforce , there’s hope we can keep them."
The Netherworld Ancestor unleashed her hidden techniques, engaging the Master of Horror.
Elsewhere—
The Dusk Sword River rampaged forth toward the camp.
Behind Ignorant Monarch unfolded a landscape of Blind Foolishness, as if a vast intelligence-sapping aura had opened; Divine Light swept over the Sword River, causing it to falter in confusion for an instant.
Many level-10 Strongn atop the signal towers likewise wore vacant, dull expressions.
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