After obtaining the Beast Flag, a plane armament, Garon temporarily stayed in the Forest of Dawn.
With a hum, the silver dragon's body flickered and vanished, transforming into the macro form of the Time Dragon, invisible to ordinary creatures. The Beast Flag, constantly changing, was held in the claws of the Time Dragon.
Garon extended his will, linking with the Beast Flag. Simultaneously, he focused his mind, quietly sensing and attempting to communicate with the will of the Beastland.
Through the plane armament, Garon quickly sensed the presence of the Beastland's will. At this moment, the will of the Beastland was also silently observing Garon. The battle with the Beast Lord had long drawn its attention.
The Beastland's will was not mature enough to communicate effectively like the will of the Starry Realm. However, Garon had experience dealing with such immature plane wills. When he first obtained the Hero's Crown and sought to become the ruler of the Hero Domain, he frequently interacted with the Hero Domain's will, which was always a vague and indistinct presence, requiring patient communication and understanding.
Time passed by second by second.
The Time Dragon communicated uniquely with the immature will of the Beastland, using the Beast Flag as the anchor. The bloodstains on the flag had disappeared at some point.
The Forest of Dawn experienced its usual day-night cycle.
The Forest of Night remained shrouded in perpetual darkness.
The beasts continued to live and thrive as usual.
After a while, the rules of the Beastland began to vibrate as if infused with life, gathering from all directions and continuously converging into the Beast Flag. At the same time, one side of the flag fixed its pattern, depicting a vivid, gleaming silver dragon.
With a hum, the Time Dragon collapsed inward, transitioning from its macro form into the physical silver dragon, reappearing in the Forest of Dawn. He spread his dragon wings gently, drawing the attention of numerous beasts and many animal lords.
Previously, the beasts and animal lords felt an ocean-like dragon's might and substantial pressure from Garon, inducing fear. However, now, looking at the silver dragon, they oddly felt he had become the master of this plane, inspiring a desire to worship him as their king—something even the Beast Lord could not achieve.
Garon exhaled slowly, taking in the reactions of the beasts.
His dragon eyes flickered slightly as he murmured internally, "Given the state of the Beastland's will, whether it recognizes me or not isn't crucial. It's just a matter of spending more or less effort. It may be ignorant, but it roughly understands this."
The Beastland is currently the weakest outer plane, and its will isn't strong either. The will of the Starry Realm, if pushed to a life-or-death struggle, would be quite troublesome, but the Beastland's will couldn't do that.
"The Beastland's will only asks for the revival of the Beastland and the restoration of the Radiant Forest."
"That's easy to satisfy, and my initial offer was just that. The Beast Lord couldn't communicate properly."
The Beast Lord, as a plane armament, could only barely execute some of the Beastland's will's intentions. Moreover, the Beastland's will itself was not very intelligent. Together, they were a pair of inept partners.
Now, with the Beast Lord blown apart into the Beast Flag and after a process of negotiation and battle, Garon established a cooperative relationship with the Beastland's will.
"The Eternal and Time Dragon, the Time Dragon God, the Lord of the Dragon Court, the Lord of Heroes, the King of the Hero Domain, the King of the Starry Realm, the King of the Beastland—my titles keep increasing."
"I'll strive to gather all plane king titles. This way, controlling the river of time across the Great Ring, becoming the master of time and space in the Great Ring, I should reach the pinnacle just below the supreme gods."
Garon estimated that reaching quasi-divine rank twenty could be achieved by mastering the river of time in half of the Great Ring's planes.
For many gods, quasi-divine power was the limit. But Garon believed this was just the beginning for him.
Once again transforming into the macro form of the Time Dragon, Garon, now the King of the Beastland, utilized the authority of a plane king. With the assistance of the Beastland's will, he drove the rules of the Beastland, enhancing his efficiency in mastering the river of time.
"Given the size of the Beastland, it won't take long for me to control its river of time."
"This time it might not be enough for a breakthrough, but it will solidify my position at quasi-divine rank eighteen."
With this in mind, Garon focused on gradually expanding his control over the river of time, steadily increasing his power level.
Simultaneously, he allocated a few strands of his spirit to monitor the changes in the Abyss and the developments in the Olympus Multiverse.
In the 528th layer of the Abyss, the Broken Rock Plain.
Under the dim sky, the desolate and barren surface was composed of scattered rocks of various sizes. Occasionally, rocks rolled down from the rising hills. Swarms of bats and insects wreaked havoc in the misty air. The bones of unknown creatures littered the cracks in the rocks.
The Broken Rock Plain was usually a desolate and dangerous place.
Now, it was a thousand times more dangerous and anything but desolate. It was bustling—because the armies of the Demon Spiders, the Kingslayers' Alliance, and the Worm King had gathered on this unremarkable Abyss layer.
In the western region of the Broken Rock Plain.
Countless demon spiders, iron demons, berserk demons, blood demons, arrow demons, and other high-level demon units formed a black mass. Roars and howls filled the air, resembling a tidal wave of demons, including many demon lords, their demonic aura almost tangible.
Suddenly, the crowded demons, including some demon lords, parted like the sea.
A tall, robust demon spider clad in iron armor, with a cruel gaze, emerged, exuding a terrifying oppressive presence—the demon prince, the Spider Queen Miska.
Miska, in her half-human, half-spider form, wielded a formidable heavy sword and a giant shield.
At the same time, one of her thick, sharp spider legs impaled the chest of a bloated creature, dragging it forward.
The creature under Miska's foot was an ogre god, still faintly glowing with divine light.
The second-generation Ogre God, a subordinate of the demon duke Baphomet, was now dying, barely clinging to life—the Broken Rock Plain, originally the Ogre God's domain, had been conquered by the demon spider army and was now invaded by the Kingslayers' Alliance and the Worm King.
Miska's spider leg pierced through the Ogre God's head, lifting him up.
With a slash, Miska's heavy sword gleamed with a fierce light, and in less than a second, the Ogre God was dismembered into tens of thousands of pieces.
Her giant shield, imprinted with a spider motif, smashed down, scattering the Ogre God's remains like a shower of petals into the demon army, causing a scramble.
"Baphomet!" a thundering roar echoed from beyond the horizon.
A massive army of abyssal minotaurs gathered there, led by the Beast Lord Baphomet, whose eyes bulged with bloodshot veins. His breathing grew heavy, and his expression turned furious and violent.
As a demon, Baphomet didn't care much about his followers' lives.
He wasn't particularly concerned about the death of a weak divine power like the Ogre God.
However, Miska's execution of the Ogre God was a blatant provocation to Baphomet, a slap in the face in front of countless demons, infuriating the already irritable Beast Lord.
Immediately, amidst the earth's trembling wails, the demon army surged forward, and the war began.
Miska's face twisted with bloodlust. Her heavy sword clashed against her giant shield, her body growing to a colossal size, resembling a towering demon god.
The Worm King, with a centipede-like, scorpion-like body spanning billions of kilometers, slithered into view.
The three demon dukes did not lag behind, revealing their massive demon forms.
Five towering demon leaders in total.
Numerous lesser demon lords joined the fray.
Demons filled the sky, the ground, and underground, with the sounds of battle echoing everywhere. Demons died every second, while more emerged from the abyssal rifts, forming mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
In such a fierce battle dominated by demon lords, ordinary demons were like dust, struggling to survive while avoiding being crushed by demon lords from either side.
The intensity of the demon princes and dukes' wars led even the inherently bloodthirsty demons to develop a reluctance for battle, prompting some to flee the Abyss, escaping the terrifying war vortex.
The first Tanar'ri demon prince, who once led demons into Mount Celestia, causing the gods to retreat, Miska the Spider Queen, fought four opponents simultaneously, including three demon dukes and the Worm King, without showing signs of losing.
The white curtain billowed, outlining the Demon Mother Graz'zt's figure. She shimmered with a dreamy, mesmerizing light, aiming at Miska.
Miska's gaze remained cold and ruthless, unaffected by the Demon Mother's attack.
Scarlet flames roared around Miska, forming an overwhelming evil aura.
The red flames burned away the Demon Mother's attack.
At that moment, the Lord of Shadows' exploding demon sword, with its inky black blade, silently sliced through the red flames, aiming for Miska's head.
Clang! The massive shield was raised, blocking the attack without a hint of movement.
Miska's other arm swung her serrated heavy sword, aiming for the Lord of Shadows' waist.
The Lord of Shadows' face changed slightly as he dodged the attack.
Meanwhile, the Beast Lord raised his terrifying axe high, aiming for Miska's shield arm. The Worm King's body coiled in the air, casting a shadow over the sky, and unleashed a rain of venomous, bladed limbs, descending like a funnel towards Miska.
Miska seemed to be trapped.
However—
A resonant roar echoed through the heavens, causing numerous demons to clutch their ears in pain.
Two armored arms with terrifying claws grew from Miska's sides, gripping the Beast Lord's axe with immense strength, attempting to wrest it away.
At the same time, two wolf heads emerged from Miska's shoulders, their crimson eyes filled with bloodlust.
One wolf head spewed flames.
The other unleashed a storm of ice crystals.
The Worm King's bladed limbs were either frozen into shards or incinerated into ashes.
Roar! The humanoid head and two wolf heads all roared in unison.
A visible shockwave radiated outward, pushing the three demon dukes away.
The red flames continued to burn fiercely.
Miska, shrouded in evil flames, appeared like an apocalyptic demon god.
Three heads, four arms, eight legs.
In this terrifying form, Miska was in her complete state.
"Obox-ob, Baphomet, Graz'zt, Lord of Shadows,"
"You're nothing but weaklings."
"No matter how you combine, trash remains trash."
"Come, let me kill you all!"
Miska roared, her body burning with intense evil flames, exuding a formidable aura.
"Haha, Miska, you're already using all your strength,"
"You're just putting up a brave front against the four of us."
"Your consort and the Great Mother are both struggling against the Archdevil. Let's see how long you can last; you're already close to death."
With these words, the Worm King and the three demon dukes surrounded Miska from all directions again.
"I crave blood, I desire to tear apart whole bodies, I long for a blood-soaked battle."
"Death? Haha, even if I die, I guarantee I'll take one of you with me."
Miska's cruel gaze swept over the demon lords as she growled in a low, throat-grating voice.
"It's you who should be afraid!"
Boom! The eight spear-like spider legs crossed, and Miska stomped on the ground, charging towards her enemies with her heavy sword and giant shield, claws and wolf heads attacking in unison.
The three demon dukes and the Worm King, who individually were not Miska's match, found themselves pressed hard by her ferocity. Miska, once a demon general leading countless demons, was unparalleled in combat prowess, superior to the Worm King and each demon duke.
However, the four working together had the upper hand.
Miska was already at full power, while they still held back.
In this situation, they cautiously engaged Miska, preserving their strength while battling fiercely.
Meanwhile, in the fourteenth layer of the Abyss, the Archdevil continued to erode territories, dismantling the defenses of the Demon Mother and the Great Mother.
The Demon Mother and the Great Mother, while resisting the devil army, pondered whether to abandon the Steam Marsh and retreat another layer. The Demon Mother, especially, hesitated to give up the territory she had held for countless years, knowing that if she retreated now, further retreats would follow until she had nowhere left to go.
Fortunately, the devil army, having conquered thirteen layers, had to station significant forces to hold these territories.
Sometimes, defending territory is harder than conquering it.
Thus, dealing with the Archdevil and a limited number of devils, the Demon Mother and the Great Mother could barely hold their ground, leveraging the terrain advantage. However, without any changes, complete defeat seemed inevitable over time.
In the Olympus Multiverse.
Deep in the Underworld.
"Awaken, awaken…"
The Mother of Gods continued to call out to Tartarus, attempting to awaken this primordial god. She had been doing this for decades.
During these decades,
Poseidon, now the fourth God-King, had solidified his position far more firmly than the third God-King, Zeus. Additionally, he was more ruthless and tyrannical than Zeus.
After ascending the throne, Poseidon needed to reshape his divine essence due to its fragmentation. To do so, he altered his doctrine, creating the Chronos Church, compelling the beings of the Olympus Multiverse to worship him.
This wasn't a request but an order.
Poseidon ruled with a brutal, iron-fisted tyranny, brooking no defiance or doubt. Those who stubbornly refused to change their worship from Zeus were struck down by divine punishment. Regions and nations that didn't worship the God-King faced severe calamities.
This was blatant behavior akin to an evil god. Poseidon was even more tyrannical than Zeus. Although Zeus was overbearing, he still somewhat cared about his reputation, even if it wasn't stellar.
Under Poseidon's iron-blooded tyranny, rebellions flared continuously.
Yet, amidst this atmosphere, faith also accumulated rapidly, growing daily.
Creating a powerful divine essence as quickly as possible—this was why Poseidon, or rather Garon, acted this way.
After all, it was a facade. Staying too long would lead to mistakes.
The Olympus Multiverse wasn't weak, housing ancient primordial gods that Garon was wary of.
Thus,
To seize the opportunity and gain a God-King level powerful divine essence before alarming the primordial gods, Garon amassed faith in the manner of an evil god, achieving remarkable results.
As Garon had feared,
One of the most powerful primordial gods, Tartarus, the father of the monstrous Typhon and a being capable of destroying the Olympian gods, awakened in response to the Mother of Gods' call.
"Awaken, awaken…"
The Mother of Gods' call abruptly ended.
Because she received a response.
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