Chapter 1017 Broadcast and Sermon (2/2)

That was because each small and midsized world were being blasted away by the fallout pulsating from the heart of the battle as if rolling meteors, streaking towards them. While their vessels would at most be knocked away by the darting worlds, thanks to the sheer size of their own ships, who would remain calm in the face of countless world pressing towards themselves?

Moreover, the most terrible was not just an entire world crashing towards them—thousands of worlds were being blown off and swept away!

Hence, in the border separating the Amos Court and the Takur Ruin Cult within the Galaxy of Bloodbath, countless worlds shot towards every direction like a rain of meteors. Dimensional turbulences were stirred to the point that the radiance of the Great Mana Tide was knocked away, with the buffer planetary systems pushed away in its entirety, leaving a Silent Void and absolute emptiness in the galaxy!

And in the Void, endless light shone and incinerated every spying gaze or observation spell. One would not be able to look straight at the light without being Supreme, and it was only Legends who could barely identify the details of the fight between the fluctuating radiance.

But the real exchange of blows, and as to who had the advantage or who was on the losing end, only the two who were fighting would know.

As it should have been in the first place.

Imperator Amos was a champion who had ascended to his present level with ether and magic, having lingered on the limits of Legend for over dozens of millennia, while his true form had long since been placed in an Abyss to attempt reaching the Vortex of Creation—the essence of an entire galaxy. If he could indeed assimilate the circulating energy in the galaxy to his own ends while creating a road that exclusively belonged to himself, it was only a matter of time before he became a Demi Saint.

On the other hand, Joshua had, based his strength on Steel Strength, refined from Steel Strength with Emotion power and the many other previous paths of Extraordinary abilities, along with the data gained from the Unified Archives, the Knowers, the Triple Curtain, and the Ultimate Sublimator Collective.

The fallout alone of the battle between the two were leaving worlds ruined. It would not have been unusual to break off an entire spiral arm of a galaxy, and with time, it would not have been difficult to dismantle the galaxy into little pieces. In theory, save for beings of the same level, there would be no one else who would know the intricacies of their fight.

Although there was only a single exception: the observation field that both combatants had brought along.

At the moment, the battle between Joshua and Imperator Amos had entered white-hot state. The strength that both sides had mustered out of thin air had now turned them into a four-armed God of Destruction and a nebulous creature: arms and foggy appendages tangled, bursting away with luminous stellar fragments. One dead world crumbled after another, turning into clusters of halation that were absorbed into the body of the pair, replenishing their supplies and strength.

And the one who had the advantage in the battle was Joshua. Though his four arms were not as numerous as the ether tentacles of the nebulous creature, one of those unbreakable ether tentacles would crush each time he clenched, emanating splendor over the skies. In fact, the Giant God even lunged forward in an 'embrace', his chest that could easily accommodate the Solar System tightening as his four arms folded, firmly squeezing the nebulous creature into three separate portions with the hug.

The Legendary-tier observation spell that Joshua brought along hence distinctly recorded everything.

And then broadcasted live.

On the other side of dimensions, at the Zeta Ram Void Installation as well as the Mycroft home world in the Galaxy of Beginnings and the Lost Galaxy respectively, almost all Mycroftians could see Imperator Amos being beaten back. The rate of his materialization was not as quick as Joshua's, with his clone that was linked to Void needing longer time to react. Having no experience in fighting a Demi Saint, the Imperator who kept himself connected to the Thought Individuals spread throughout the cosmos certainly lost out in comparison to Joshua—even if their ability did not actually appear to have much difference, they were firmly restrained by Joshua.

The cheers and gasps of surprise were endless. Even the faces on the Legends of Mycroft twitched, either in awe, sigh, or delight. They could never imagined that Joshua's growth had actually progressed so quickly…how long had it been, really, for him to have grown to such a level?

Certainly, as the Wise One of Shadow had mentioned, everything was akin to having the gaze of the entire Multiverse and all the Wise Ones focused upon him. It was only after infinite causalities tangled that the warrior of the now was born—had Joshua himself not kept fighting and facing those frightening foes, he would assuredly not have weathered so many dangers and developed such great power.

Certainly, it was not only the world of Mycroft…the live broadcast was not only limited to Joshua's own brethren, because in the Multiverse where the Lost Galaxy was, various famed major factions, powerful Void empires, civilizations, and races had received invitations from the Mycroft civilization to watch the live galaxywide broadcast—and were left in shock and awe, with some of them left utterly terrified.

The Amos Court of the Galaxy of Bloodbath, one of the Calamity civilizations, was also Class Five civilization. Though they had deduced the power of their Imperator, they had never imagined that it had already reached such level: a combat clone that had materialized out of space could easily destroy and entire planetary system, extending shockwaves over a thousand worlds or even breaking them. If not for the Takur Ruin Cult, who were a deterrent and probably likewise had a trump card, he could have projected world across the stars and actually constructed a majestic galactic empire!

Be that as it may, the champion of Mycroft was even more terrifying—he was able to suppress the Imperator, leaving the Imperator no opening throughout even as he roared in rage.

”Why would they let us see this?”

”A demonstration of their power, no doubt…they are probably declaring themselves the dominant force of the cosmos!”

”As expected of the lost Forerunners, a civilization that had once forged magnificence…now they have returned, and are displaying to all of us their power and splendor.”

The other champions of Class Five civilizations all felt the profound threat, for the might that Joshua was demonstrating had surpassed their imagination of what 'limits' were.

The Ultimate Crisis had barely gone by with most of them suffering major casualties. All of them indeed felt gratitude towards the selfless contributions of the Mycroft civilization, but it did not mean they were intending to lower their heads in subservience.

Now, however, it had all became complicated at once because of the presence of the Four-armed Giant God.

Even the Takurians, who had now migrated far away, saw that very sight. The new Grand Patriarch even sensed the power of their nemesis along with that alien champion—being a champion himself and having learnt about the agreement between the former Patriarch and Joshua, he sighed.

Because once upon a time, it had been the Takurians who had stood as equals against the Amos, even if neither side had been able to overwhelm the other.

Now, as their ancient nemesis was being held back and even about to be defeated, he could not feel any excitement or bliss, because it was not himself who had accomplished all that.

”The day of return would come… we shall rebuild hope of glory, and exist eternally in this galaxy!”

Swearing so in his heart, the new Grand Patriarch turned and cease his observation of the distant battle.

And seemingly deliberately hiding their own light, the thirteen Canopy Realms, which had darkened, journeyed forth towards the faraway Silent Void with countless moving homeland spaceships, vanishing within borderless darkness.

***

In that very moment, the battle in the Void was about to end. Joshua's four arms had torn apart the main body of the nebulous creature as if tearing hardened cotton cloud, dominating all substance and energy. There would not be cores for the level of beings such as himself or Imperator Amos—aside from a drop of blood or fragment, even a bit of radiant energy or circuits similar to their essence was a chance for them to materialize and be reborn.

That was why everything that was the enemy must be obliterated and dominated. It was only then that the battle would be finished.

”You win.”

Even if the Imperator never gave up until the end, he was unable to single out any point of reversal.

”I cave,” he said, his voice seemingly echoing from the far side of the Void and slowly fading into nothingness.

”Give up on your playful assault on all alien races. Our mutual enemies are the Evil Gods and the Chaos, just as it is for every living being.”

Joshua's Giant God clone stood in a halation—remains which were scattering from the nebulous creature. ”Otherwise,” he growled, ”I would be going to the Abyss of this galaxy.”

The Imperator did not reply, but neither did Joshua care if he agreed or if he understood.

This battle against Imperator Amos or forcing a concession had been necessary, with Creed and Elma being a convenient point for interference. Even without them, Joshua would have still come, demanding compensation for the Amos Court's assault on the Mycroftian Expeditionary.

And just as the other civilizations were thinking, the broadcast had indeed been a demonstration of power.

But more than that, it would have made what he would say next even more convincing…in the end, the world's most earnest belief originated from great power.

That was why Joshua had to use a sufficiently violent battle to threaten the countless civilizations and races in the cosmos, and tell them about the secrets of the Evil Gods along with the cycle of eras, as well as of the last resistance, sacrifice, and resolve of the Wise Ones not known to anyone else on the far side of time and space, in the very origins of all life.

”The very name of the Wise One of Lifeforce, the Wise One of Elements, and the Wise One of Ether have been forgotten and gone without a trace across the cosmos, just as the Wise One of Arcane was only remembered by the Knowers and the Wise One of Psi by the Triple Curtain respectively.”

”It should not have been so. They should have been praised and remembered by all for their love and sacrifice to all life in the Multiverse—the purpose of their actions should never have been buried in the long streams of history.”

Joshua was aware that the Wise Ones never cared for such things. Their will to keep fighting for all eternity probably had nothing at all to do with what others would comprehend or praise.

But so what?

Joshua himself did not believe that it should be the case and as such went to work, not to mention that it was only by making clear the relationship between Extraordinary powers and their origins that the civilizations would not run astray on those paths. In turn, more champions would be born as well.

Although the warrior had yet to reach the threshold of the Wise Ones, he had already understood that every change of the Wise Ones was for the sake of the Multiverse's prosperity, so that their successors would be able to assume the same path they had taken.

And now, though everything that he would do was far from being comparable to the Wise Ones, it was the still the same.

Joshua would spread the word, using the opportunity to describe hs own understanding about Extraordinary power towards every world and every being.

Because legacy and knowledge were not actually alive, as well as the conviction and difference separating the millions of people, and legacies were only meaningful when passed down. If sealed in ancient chest and the most secret of data vaults, it was equal to being nonexistent.

As for whether they understood, it was no longer any of Joshua's business…and if anyone was intent on using it for evil, the warrior would naturally act and kill them.

Therefore, in the silence of ten thousand worlds, as well as beneath the collective focused gazes of countless civilizations and countless champions holding their breaths, the four-armed Giant God who had just finished a battle and obliterated the clone of Imperator Amos raised his right front arm, his body still laden in scars.

Upon it, a world was condensing and born out of thin air. Endless dense supernatural runes materialized over it, spreading.

”The origins of the Extraordinary is divine power.”

The grand, sonorous voice spoke with neither preamble nor gesture.

Hence, Joshua began a sermon.