Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 406: The battle has just begun
[The Void — The Castle of Lost Echoes]
Deep in the void, a space between realities where time held no meaning and light dared not tread, a structure defied existence. Hidden from all eyes—even the penetrating gaze of a Realm Ruler—a black, eerie castle floated. It was a monstrosity of obsidian and shadow, its architecture twisted and wrong, like a tumor on the face of the universe.
All over the castle walls were etched countless runes and magic circles, pulsing with a sickly, forbidden light. They were ancient wards, designed to mask presence, fate, and causality itself.
In the Great Hall, a cavernous space that felt like the belly of a leviathan, twenty figures stood. Their bodies were shrouded in darkness, cloaked in robes woven from the fabric of the void itself. They stood like silent sentinels, arranged in a precise geometric pattern around the center of the room.
Standing before the altar placed at the center of the hall was a figure emanating a violent, pulsating red energy. The aura was far different—heavier, more ancient, and infinitely stronger than the nineteen present.
WHOOSH!!!
The fabric of space tore open with a sound like tearing silk. It drew the nineteen’s attention. With each of their bodies and faces concealed beneath hoods of shadow, they all turned towards the disturbance.
From the crack in space, six figures walked out. They were entities of immense power, legends in their own right:
The Heaven of Space, his form shimmering and indistinct.
The Heaven of Water, flowing with fluid grace.
The Heaven of Souls, surrounded by wailing whispers.
The Saint of Poison and Insects, a cloud of pestilence following her steps.
The Saint of Monsters, radiating primal fear.
And lastly, Kinawa Uchina, the Saint of Illusions.
The figure surrounded in red energy raised its head at their entrance, acknowledging the arrival of these heavy hitters.
WHOOSH!
Another rift tore open, ragged and hasty. Xanax jumped down, stumbling slightly as he landed. He quickly turned around and closed the space behind him, sealing the breach with frantic energy.
"It seems the true God of Chaos is scared." One of the dark figures near the altar said mockingly, his voice grating like stone on bone.
Xanax snapped his eyes to the one who spoke, a flash of anger in his gaze, but he remained silent. The one who just mocked him stood close to the red energy figure—a position of favor and power—which made him keep his mouth shut.
He moved his gaze to the five standing closest to the red figure, assessing the hierarchy, and exhaled softly, swallowing his pride.
"I am sorry, Realm Ruler Morrigan." He said, his voice trembling slightly. He bowed his head low, showing his neck in submission.
Morrigan slowly opened her eyes. Instantly, an oppressive pressure descended all over the place. It wasn’t just gravity; it was the weight of a dying star. It forced Xanax to his knees, cracking the stone beneath him.
"You were tasked with the most simplest of tasks, and you failed." She said. Her voice was as smooth as silk, yet it carried the undeniable authority of a guillotine blade, instantly commanding absolute attention.
"I am so sorry!" Xanax said, placing his forehead on the cold, rune-etched ground. Sweat rolled down his face, stinging his eyes.
’Gosh! She is as scary as that God wolf.’ He thought, terror gripping his heart.
Morrigan slowly turned around. The dark figures standing all over the place parted like the Red Sea, making way for her. The red energy around her head cleared like mist, revealing her true form.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with long, flowing golden hair that seemed to generate its own light, and golden eyes that held galaxies within them. But it was a cold, predatory beauty.
She stared at him, her expression unreadable.
"Destroy the Supreme World, and you failed such an easy thing..." She exhaled, a sound of profound disappointment.
"I will have to destroy it on my own then."
She stretched forth her hand, her pale fingers elegant and deadly. A mirror formed from pure Primordial energy appeared before them, rippling like water. It showed a small, vibrant planet—the Supreme World.
"Hmm..."
She clenched her hand, intending to crush the projection and the reality it represented. Everyone expected the world to shatter into pieces.
Instead, two golden eyes appeared on the surface of the mirror. They were calm, ancient, and seeing.
The pressure that followed next was cataclysmic. It blasted through the hall, forcing everyone—Saints, Heavens, and Gods alike—to their knees. All except Morrigan, who simply smiled, though the corners of her eyes tightened.
"Oh... A Realm Ruler is keeping a watch on it." She slowly lowered her hand, the connection severed before the backlash could strike.
"There is a rule amongst us Realm Rulers... But it seems those rules don’t apply to him." She added, intrigued.
"Yes. As a Realm Ruler, he shouldn’t be able to visit another Realm Ruler’s realm without permission or consequence. But he did, and there wasn’t any punishment or tribulations!" Xanax quickly said, looking up at her, eager to explain his failure.
Morrigan waved her hand, closing the mirror. Instantly, the crushing pressure in the room vanished, leaving them gasping for air.
"It means only one thing."
She turned back to the altar, walking towards it with a regal stride.
"The Realm Ruler of that world granted him access... This will be tricky." She stopped, staring at the sealed holes on the altar surface.
"A Realm Ruler is assisting him..." She licked her lips, a gesture of hunger rather than nervousness. She snapped her fingers.
BOOOOM!!
The seal on the ground cracked open with a thunderous roar. Massive glass coffins rose from the ground, glowing with preservation magic. There were ten of them, standing tall like monoliths in front of the group.
"If I have destroyed that Supreme World, a single Realm Ruler will surely come after me. But two..." She shook her head, calculating the odds.
"I can’t fight both..."
She stepped forward, placing her hand on the central glass coffin before her. She stared at the man inside—Lester Blood. He was sleeping soundly, his face peaceful, unaware of the chaos brewing.
"The Great Ruler can wipe them all out." She whispered, her voice softening with affection.
She moved her gaze to the other coffins. Madeleine, Matilda, and other people, who were clearly reincarnations of gods, slumbering in stasis.
"I have waited for millions of years just to resurrect you back, my Love. I can still wait for some decades... No matter what happens, You will be resurrected, and the universe will be ours again."
She slowly removed her hand, watching as the coffins all moved back down into the ground, and the seal closed up with a hiss of steam.
"Today! Mark the starting to this." She looked over her shoulder at the six newcomers.
"Drop the six Divine weapons on the Great Ruler’s seal."
The six nodded. They flashed, blurring into motion, and appeared beside her. They moved forward with reverence and placed the weapons—swords that had drunk the blood of stars, spears that had pierced heavens—gotten from all corners of the realms onto the seal.
"Back to your position." She ordered.
The group leaped off the altar, landing back on their spots with military precision.
"Xanax, I will give you another chance, don’t you dare fail me again!" She warned, her golden eyes boring into him.
Xanax, trembling, nodded his head rapidly, kowtowing at her.
"Yes, Ruler Morrigan." He quickly said.
’Morrigan is in control of five laws, she is one of the strongest Realm Rulers... But before that God wolf...’ He swallowed the thought, fearing she might hear it.
"Ok... Everyone! We will be going into a deep great seclusion. We will leave the rest to our subordinates... It’s time to resurrect our Ruler."
She slowly sat cross-legged on the altar. The group followed suit, sitting down on their designated locations, forming a complex circuit of souls.
"I don’t know what is keeping those two busy, but anyway. We can start now... This will take years, but once we succeed, everything will be ours for the taking." She smiled, a cruel, ambitious expression.
The dark figures nodded.
The seven channeled their energies, and dark energy wrapped around them, linking with the rest of the circle.
"You, I hope the sacrifices are ready!!" She looked over her shoulder at the figure who had mocked Xanax earlier—her second in command.
"Yes, My Lady. One billion people have been placed on ten planets each! All ready to be used." He answered in a flat tone, devoid of remorse for the genocide he was describing.
He added, "And don’t worry, the Planets are completely secured, and well hidden."
"I shouldn’t worry?" She looked at him with a frown.
"This? Sorry for my impudence." He bowed slightly.
"If anything goes wrong with the sacrifices, you will pay with your blood." She said flatly, and turned her gaze back to the center of the altar.
"Let’s begin."
Morrigan slammed her palms together. She closed her eyes, channeling her dense and suffocating energy into the formation.
"Ultimate Resurrection Forbidden Formation!!" She yelled.
BOOOOM!!
[The Supreme World.]
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BOOOOM!!!
The sound was felt rather than heard, a vibration in the soul of the world.
Sunny raised his head. To the naked eye, it was a perfect day, but to him, the blue sky suddenly turned blood-red, a crimson stain spreading across the firmament.
"It seems it has started." He said calmly, his voice carrying a weight that contradicted the peaceful scenery.
"What has started?" Ellen asked. She looked up at the clear blue sky, seeing nothing amiss, then moved her gaze to Jinx, who was lying on the beautiful field before them, chewing on a blade of grass.
"It’s nothing." Sunny smiled, ruffling Ellen’s hair affectionately.
’The sacrifice needed for such a ritual must be huge,’ he thought, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at the red sky. It was only visible to him, or anything in the Realm Ruler rank. To anyone else, it was just a normal, beautiful day.
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[Unknown World — A Remote Peak]
A little boy, looking no older than fifteen years, sat on the edge of a cliff. He opened his eyes, revealing pupils that held eons of wisdom. He looked up at the red sky that marred his vision, a frown appearing on his youthful face.
"Seems she started it. Morrigan... What a heartless woman." He said, shaking his head.
He closed his eyes again, turning his face to the wind, not seemingly bothered by the sky or the billion lives being extinguished to paint it that color.
"The battle has just begun."
