NABC Chapter 199 The Strongest in All Realms!
Chapter 199 The Strongest in All Realms!
Chapter 199 The Strongest in All Realms!
"We won—right?"
In the silence, some surviving creature of darkness, in a trembling and hoarse voice, cautiously uttered the question. The voice was soft, yet like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it rippled across the still, lifeless hearts of all the survivors.
A brief silence.
immediately-
"We won!! We won!!"
"Long live Lord Hick! Long live the Shadow!"
"Aikar—saved!!"
Deafening shouts and cheers, a mix of sobs and ecstatic cries, erupted from all parts of the Silent Forest's defenses like a landslide and a tsunami!
Ignoring their injuries, the dark creatures embraced each other, pounded their chests, and roared to the sky, releasing all the fear, despair, and ecstasy that had been building up for so long!
The white wizards mostly collapsed to the ground, their faces a mixture of bewilderment, lingering fear, and an indescribable array of emotions.
They survived, but their saviors were their former nemesis and the Shadow Lord, whose aura had become increasingly unfathomable as he had devoured the calamity.
Monet clutched his chest, breathing heavily, staring blankly at the dragon-like figure in the air. His faith seemed to have been forcibly stuffed into him after it had completely collapsed.
The half-elf leaned against a charred tree stump, gazing silently at the cheering dark creatures and the gradually calming void that had once housed the Pale Calamity.
Mochamo, barely managing to stay upright despite his near-collapse, finally managed a relieved, weary smile, but his eyes held a deeper gravity than anyone else's.
He knew better than anyone that Lord Hick had devoured that terrifying being and gained unimaginable power and knowledge, but whether this was a blessing or a curse, and what the future held for Ekar, remained unknown.
Lilith's figure emerged from the shadows, her breath somewhat weak, but her eyes still sharp. She gazed at Hick, lost in thought.
Sean's spores silently closed, seemingly assessing the earth-shattering changes their master had undergone.
As all eyes were focused, Hick slowly descended from the sky, landing in the center of the land that had been shattered by the great battle and was filled with nothingness.
The dragon-like features around him slowly faded, and he returned to human form. However, his eyes remained as deep as the eternal night in his left eye, while a pale star seemed to be slowly rotating deep within the pupil of his right eye, adding to his inhuman mystery and majesty.
Although the aura emanating from him was restrained, it made everyone who sensed him feel a sense of unease and an urge to worship him.
He opened his palm, and the cracked immortal martial rune lay quietly in his palm, dim yet stubbornly present.
"Victory?" Hick repeated the word in a low voice, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.
"Perhaps."
His gaze swept over the cheering crowd, over the white wizards with their complex expressions, and finally back into the endless void.
The flood of memories from Zhang Tianbei not only showed him the richness and power system of the immortal world called "True Martial Realm," but also forcibly stuffed a cold, cruel truth that could drive anyone who knew it to despair into his mind.
That's the wizarding world—it's over!
This is the consensus among almost all the powerful beings in the myriad realms who know the secrets of the top!
As for why————
It's very simple: the wizarding world has offended someone—the universally acknowledged strongest being in all the realms!
Why is it universally recognized?
That's a recognition earned through battle! A recognition earned at the cost of the near destruction of the Wizarding World!
A fragment of a bloody and humiliating memory, sealed for millennia, unfolds within Hick's consciousness:
Ten thousand years ago, the wizarding world was a force to be reckoned with, its glory unparalleled!
Thirteen level-nine wizards rule over countless planes, with powerful warriors under their command, conquering all directions.
It is known as one of the "Four Great Calamities of the Heavens" along with the Realm of True Immortals, the Realm of Gods, and the Realm of Abyss Demons!
Any world discovered by these four behemoths has almost only two choices: submission or conquest, with resources plundered and civilization distorted. There is no third way.
Driven by the ever-expanding ambitions of the wizarding world, they had an irreconcilable disagreement with a supreme being in what was then known as the "True Immortal Realm" over the ownership of a large, resource-rich world.
At that time, the wizarding world was at its peak, with thirteen wizarding lords presiding over it for the first time, their power and influence were overwhelming.
Faced with the warning that the True Immortal Realm was "only" a supreme being, they were not intimidated at all, and even regarded it as cowardice. They continued to provoke and test the bottom line, attempting to prove the prosperity and power of the Wizarding Realm and surpass the True Immortal Realm!
The conflict escalated.
Finally, faced with the endless greed and provocations of the wizarding world, that supreme being was utterly enraged and uttered the following words:
One man, one sword, and he'll shatter the entire wizarding world!
Upon hearing this, the heavens were in uproar.
Almost everyone in the know thought he was crazy, and even within the True Immortal Realm, there were many voices of doubt and ridicule.
However, he actually did it.
Alone, he stepped out of the Realm of True Immortals and reached the outer void of the Wizarding Realm. His voice was calm, yet it resounded throughout countless planes: "Thirteen Wizard Lords, come out and face your death."
The arrogant sorcerers felt they had been insulted like never before. The thirteen supreme beings emerged together, intending to crush this arrogant fool with overwhelming force, thus establishing their authority over the heavens.
Then----
The seven sorcerers perished on the spot! Their souls were annihilated!
The remaining six wizard lords were terrified and fled in panic back to the realm shrouded in the laws of the wizarding world, attempting to rely on their home-field advantage to resist.
Unfortunately, even with the vast primal power of the wizarding world at their backs, they were still no match for them!
The five sorcerer lords were once again slain within the realm!
Only the last Wizard Lord, relying on an unknown and costly secret technique, escaped severely injured and fled back to the deepest part of the wizarding world. His fate has remained unknown ever since, and he has never been heard from again.
In this battle, twelve of the thirteen wizard masters perished, the top power of the wizarding world was wiped out, the origin of the realm was severely damaged, and the laws were disrupted, causing it to fall into decline and be removed from the list of the "Four Great Calamities," reduced to a state where it needs to isolate itself...
The "Desperate Death Realm" is barely clinging to life.
And that supreme being, stepping over the corpses and glory of the wizarding world, ascended to the top as the universally recognized number one powerhouse in all the heavens and myriad realms!
Its "True Immortal Realm" was renamed the True Martial Realm due to its invincible status!
The final element of this memory is a universal understanding that permeates all known universes:
The Wizarding World is already a corpse nailed to a coffin, waiting for time to completely erode it.
Any connection with the wizarding world could attract the attention of that supreme being of the True Martial Realm, a fate more terrifying than death.
Once the protective force of the wizarding world dissipates, the entire world will be completely finished!
That is, the one who said he would conquer the wizarding world by himself made all the worlds acknowledge that the wizarding world was his to take!
The other side showed no intention of forcibly opening the wizarding world, seemingly waiting for the wizarding world's protective forces to dissipate naturally.
Otherwise, the wizarding world would have been extinct ten thousand years ago!
silence.
A deathly silence enveloped Hick.
The cheers of the outside survivors seemed to come from another distant world, blurry and unreal.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the shadows of the Silent Forest, casting it into the endless, distant, and despairing void.
The immortal martial arts rune in his palm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and was icy cold.
He devoured Zhang Tianbei, gaining immense power and knowledge, and glimpsed a completely new world.
But at the same time, it also inherited a doomsday cause and effect that was enough to crush the entire world.
His shadow had just fallen upon Aykar.
But an even larger and darker shadow has long since enveloped the entire wizarding world for ten thousand years.
Times have changed.
But it seems that the cruel essence has never changed.
A deathly silence spread through Hick's mind, while the deafening cheers outside seemed distant and blurred through a thick pane of glass.
The chilling truth, originating from Zhang Tianbei's memory, split open beneath his feet like an abyss.
Enemy of all heavens. A realm of despair and death. The strongest realm—the True Martial Realm.
Each word felt as heavy as a mountain, making it hard to breathe.
The wizarding world has not seen the dawn of revival, but has long been nailed to the pillar of shame, waiting only for its last protection to dissipate before its complete demise.
All his struggles and schemes—the struggles and schemes of Heath, the Lord of Shadows, the current ruler of Aegal—appear so laughable, so insignificant, in the face of this apocalyptic shadow.
However, just as this boundless despair was about to engulf him, a completely different emotion, like a dark flame growing in the darkness, suddenly surged from the deepest part of his soul!
It wasn't fear, it wasn't submission, but rather—an extreme, almost manic excitement!
"The True Martial Realm—The Supreme Being—"
He repeated the two words in a low voice, the sharp edges of the immortal martial arts talisman piercing his palm in his clenched fist. The pale star in his right eye spun wildly at an unprecedented speed, while the eternal night in his left eye settled like a black hole.
"It seems that the road ahead will be much more exciting than I imagined."
As he thought this, Hick couldn't help but recall the fantasy and martial arts novels from his previous life.
The plots in those stories are all about the protagonist's world being invaded by another world, and then the protagonist rising up to fight back, ultimately saving the world and even launching a counterattack against the other world!
He's very familiar with all sorts of tricks: extraterrestrial demons, powerful beings from other worlds, and extraterrestrial invasions!
How come the script is reversed when it's my turn?
He couldn't help but feel a ridiculous urge to complain.
So, after this time travel, I didn't get the protagonist's script, but instead—a henchman under the ultimate villain?
Or is it the kind of background character destined to be casually killed by the real protagonist and used to create atmosphere?
What kind of situation is this? When other people transmigrate, they fight invaders, but I transmigrated here and found that my home is the "copy" that the whole world is eyeing and wants to divide up?
And it's a "private instance" that's already reserved by the strongest BOSS?
Isn't this starting difficulty a bit too high?!
Even Hell Mode isn't this bad!