Chapter 3095: Chapter 635: A New Supreme!
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 formed 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; merely a glimmer 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!" someone suddenly laughed.
"Indeed, it seems our chances of victory have grown. The power of this Sword River surely rivals that of Top Level Strongmen; if it continues to grow, absorbing the faith of Nora and all the swordsmen of the world, it may even ascend to the Supreme."
"Yes, with the Dusk Mother River, the River of Time... 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 streamer-like Sword Qiāa 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 Strongmen 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 flashācovering 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 Supreme presence was stirring, about to awaken.
Levi spoke:
"It appears the Disaster Monarch has ascended to Supreme."
The Netherworld Ancestor replied:
"It matters not; this kind of forced ascension, birthed by draining Nightmareās own potential, strengthens the high ranks at the cost of weakening the lower tiers."
Nightmareās 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 Underworldās foundation, it would be no trouble to produce another Supreme, yet thereās no need.
With four Supreme Wills present, save for the astral world, the other three Giants each have a Supreme Agent, enough to hold dominion for eternity, steadfast and unyielding.
Emmon said:
"Then Iāll trouble the lady to distract the Master of Horror for a time; give the new Supreme to Levi and meāweāll 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 Noraās Top Level Strongmen."
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 Willās tricks, even in defeat, we likely cannot capture them."
But should we slaughter hundreds of Monarchs, overturn the lower echelons, then two lone, struggling Supremes 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 sideā
The Master of Horrorās gaze was grave.
"This river... has developed divinity as well."
The Two of the Four Emperors looked uneasy.
The battle ahead boded ill.
If weād known, it would have been better to hole up at home, playing a defensive game. 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.
Spurtāits chest burst open, from which a bloody spectral hand extended, its five claws razor-sharp, piercing through space-time in a twisted manner, aimed directly at the Netherworld Ancestorās 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 immediately resorted to an ultimate technique not used for entire epochsāit seems Nightmare knows their back is against the wall, and is fighting for their life."
As Supreme 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 Leviās battle. If he, as last time, breaks open the situation and joins with Emmon to reinforce me, thereās hope we can keep them."
The Netherworld Ancestor unleashed her hidden techniques, engaging the Master of Horror.
Elsewhereā
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 Strongmen atop the signal towers likewise wore vacant, dull expressions.