Chapter 665 Who Could be that Unlucky? (1/2)

As if being engulfed by an overwhelming tide, the dimensions was now transformed into a tremendous vortex. The dark dimensional turbulence that held scattered specks of starry radiance raged amidst the Void, pulling every otherworld champion within range to an unknown destination.

The dimensional tide was so frightening that its aftershocks alone shattered some remains of artificial buildings around the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds and Fairyland. Those buildings were immeasurably sturdy—even if they had been floating amidst the turbulence since ancient times, time could not leave traces upon them, nor could dimensional turbulence pulverize them. However, beneath the massive force of the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds that rages across the Multiverse itself, those buildings were turned into dust.

And within the dimensional tide, the center of which the pressure far surpassed any aftershock, the six Legends that were coercively warped away were not helpless despite being caught unawares. Though pressure that could tear apart adamantite objects were certainly forceful, it would not destroy them. In the instant the warping was finished, Leviathan the Void Behemoth which had always inhabited the Void and extremely familiar with dimensional shifts bellowed a world reverberating cry—heavily swaying its ten-thousand-meter-long tail and striking the dimensional tide, violent gravity fields burst at once, causing violent turbulence the orderly warping vortex.

Seizing that opportunity, the other powerful beings moved in synchrony, intending to end the forced warp that was sending them who knows where. If resistance proved successful, they might really free themselves from the power of the Multiverse Sacrificial Ground.

The Mycroft faction, however, never once underestimated their opponents, and expected that in the first place.

”I knew it would be like that!”

In the center of the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds, Nostradamus, who was leading the super-scale world-transcendent teleportation spat out pale blue 'blood'—soul energy given solid form. Laughing fearsomely once despite being dealt a violent feedback from the spell, the mage used his link with the massive server on the Void warship Apocalypse, gathering the processing power from the entire Information Terminal and stiffly complete the spell amidst the violent turbulence.

The processing power of the Northern Empire's Information Terminal Network could monitor entire Imperial cities, as well as the movement of humans living in villages and the wild. That scale of processing outclassed even Legendary champions, but it comes at a great cost to control it as well: the moment the spell was finished, Nostradamus's feet promptly gave in, and the elderly mage went down on his knees beneath the silver sun of the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds.

At the same time, the Commanding Will was also sending a warning to the Legendary champions who awaited their opponents.

”Alert—due to strong resistance against the ritual, unable to ascertain that enemies are divided—Alert, you may face multiple opponents!”

The warning, not sent by voice but by powerful soul signatures, transcended the dimensions and reached the ears of the waiting Legendary champions.

”It's fine. For me, it's the same facing anyone.

In the Seventh Abyss, Vahina the Eastern Sage was carefully studying the battlefield in the center of the world, focusing attentively on traces where Joshua once fought Pope Igor until the alert arrived. In return, the sage shook her head and turned toward the dimensional ripples that were gradually become violent, as well as that serpentine form that was faintly discernible.

She let out a short exclamation of surprise. ”Weird. There's presence of ether and psionic energy on that monster's body.”

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”Hmph… A big bastard.”

In a small, dying world near Mycroft, a weaponless dwarf wearing golden steel armor stood at the peak of a huge stone mountain. As he narrowed his eyes at Leviathan the behemoth that fell from the skies, the divine dwarven craftsman who had white hair and white beard sneered before stamping his feet—in a split second, with the rumbling thunder, the entire stone mountain started to sway. In a dozen seconds, when Leviathan crashed on the surface and quaked a region of dozens of miles like a tide, a mountain giant formed from an entire summit and subterranean stone layer was already standing aloft, shrugging off the dust over its body.

Standing above the head of the mountain giant, the divine craftsman stamped his feet again, and the giant's skin thus simply turned into a layer of augmented steel, reflecting the radiance of energy emanating from Leviathan's bod.

”What a coincidence,” he said softly. ”A bastard I'm proficient against.

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”Joshua said that we don't have to kill our opponents… We just have to delay them, so that they won't disturb the Seven Gods.”