The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God-Chapter 757: Blessing In Disaster

Besides, the merit he earned from doing so was tiny compared to what he gained from taxing those absolutes and powerhouses.

Rather than waste time, he preferred to take a break from his hectic schedule.

Aside from producing Rings of Origin, he also studied the nature of Tier 12 dark beasts, the special merits they produced, and worked on an ether device to extract plane origin.

With so much on his plate, moments like this were rare chances to rest.

"Then I'll go!"

Not waiting for Maximus, Iris dove into battle. She usually didn't enjoy fighting, but with her overflowing power, she couldn't wait to vent.

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Charging into the swarm of dark beasts, Iris went on a killing spree.

Faced with an endless tide, her expression didn't change—like a machine, she cleaned the void without emotion.

Even the thick dark energy couldn't affect her, unable to pierce her core of origin.

Iris's power was tied to immortality—an immunity to all forms of energy, whether it was the origin of law, the power of causality, or even dark energy.

With her foundation perfected, Iris was now 99.9999999% immune to attacks made from the origin of law.

For attacks based on the path of law or strands of causality, her immunity sat at 99%, making her nearly untouchable among the absolutes.

Even Maximus wasn't sure he could stop her if she chose to escape.

Her immunity was borderline broken. Just that level of resistance to an attack made of origin of law was enough to keep most absolutes at bay.

Even if his attacks were amplified a billion times, they'd only scratch 1% of her defenses.

Iris was simply the nemesis of the weak. No matter how many came at her, unless they could break through her defenses, it was all useless.

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Meanwhile, as Iris continued slaughtering the dark beasts without pause, Maximus sat at the Eryndor Void Outpost, speaking with Ugur about their recent progress.

"Among the Eryndor race, only I have reached the realm of absolutes. However, those who've built their path to the level of the Ocean of Law have reached fifteen, with hundreds forging the River of Law."

"Oh? Your progress is too fast."

Even Maximus was a little surprised. In just over a million years, they had gone from a few Masters of Ocean of Law to dozens, and from a handful of Masters of River of Law to hundreds.

It seemed the Dark Disaster wasn't just a disaster—it was also a blessing in disguise.

On a battlefield like this, the Eryndor race's potential was fully awakened. On top of that, the merit rewards from the Aeon Plane also acted like fuel, pushing their growth forward.

Perhaps before the Dark Disaster fully erupted, there would have been dozens more absolutes in their ranks, along with countless masters of the Ocean and River of Law.

"It's all thanks to you, Lord. Without the manual and resources you provided, no matter how much potential we had, it wouldn't have amounted to anything," Ugur said sincerely.

"You don't have to be so humble. This is all thanks to your own effort and dedication…"

Besides providing resources, Maximus hadn't done much. It could be said that the Eryndor race was left to grow on its own.

The fact that they had surpassed his expectations was an achievement that the Eryndor race should be proud of.

"We can't accept such praise. Even though we've grown stronger, we're still the weakest."

Among Maximus's forces, the Eryndor Race was the weakest.

In the Order of Maxim, there were already four absolutes, and countless masters of the Ocean and River of Law.

In the Etherium Realm, the supreme leaders of each administrative continent—Fealan, Alabaster, and Readius—had also reached the absolute level.

And with the Shadowcrest family and their various alliances, the Eryndor Race's strength barely entered the ranks.

"You don't need to compare yourselves to others. The Eryndor Race have only existed for a few million years. Your potential is limitless."

They may have been the weakest now, but they had the fastest growth.

Given a few more billion years, the Eryndor Race could become the strongest race in the Aeon Plane—besides Maximus himself, of course.

Just as they were about to continue talking, the Void Outpost's alarms blared, warning that a Tier 12 Dark Beast was headed their way.

"Iris, danger incoming. Do you want to keep going?" Maximus warned, informing her about the approaching Tier 12 dark beast.

Though Maximus had powered the pseudo-Tier 13 array protecting the Dark Void Domain, he still controlled it to allow Tier 12 dark beasts to pass through at regular intervals.

With a weapon like the Dark Plane Blaster at their disposal, not letting a few through would be a waste.

They also served as perfect training targets for Absolutes and his family, a whetstone to sharpen their skills.

A Tier 12 dark beast was basically a boss monster, treated as a walking treasure chest and a combat dummy.

When Iris heard one was approaching, she didn't look worried. Instead, her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Perfect. Let me know when it gets close—I'm getting bored with these weaklings…"