novelraw Chapter 601: Myriad Realms Alliance
Chapter 601: Myriad Realms Alliance
Chapter 601: Myriad Realms Alliance
The integration of the two wizard civilizations progressed quite smoothly.
The dueling arena operated around the clock, and the light of contracts rarely paused.
Parallel world wizards moved their entire families down from those broken warships and settled into temporary residential areas set up by the four major powers. They received new robes, ate hot meals, and some even began receiving basic re-education in knowledge.
Wizard civilization gained a batch of counterparts, while the parallel world’s wizards gained more knowledge and resources. Everyone seemed genuinely pleased.
But not everyone was happy to see this.
Outside the dueling arena, in a secret chamber within one of the war machines constructed from chaotic plane fragments, more than a dozen figures gathered silently. They wore the tattered robes common among parallel world wizards, with withered faces and deformed bodies, indistinguishable from those lining up to sign contracts.
Yet their eyes were different.
The eyes of those waiting in line held anticipation, relief, and even heartfelt acceptance.
These people’s eyes held none of that—only anger compressed to the extreme and a kind of near-mad resolve. The leading wizard was almost unrecognizable as human.
His lower body had completely fused with some crystalline inorganic structure, while his upper body barely retained a human outline, though foreign objects constantly wriggled beneath his skin.
His name was Walder, a member of the parallel world’s Supreme Council and an eighth-ring wizard.
On those broken warships, his orders had decided the life and death of billions of beings.
Now, he could not even control his own fate.
“Everyone is here,” his voice was hoarse, like rusted iron scraping together.
The surrounding figures nodded silently.
Walder’s gaze swept over them. Everyone present was a member of the Supreme Council—once the rulers standing at the pinnacle of this wizard civilization.
Each of them had ruled planes, commanded legions, and struggled for thousands of years on battlefields of blood and fire.
Now they hid in the shadows like rats, waiting to be pulled out one by one to be paired as someone’s “research assistant.”
“We have bled for this civilization,” Walder’s voice lowered even further. “We survived seven world-ending wars, held onto the last habitats, and salvaged knowledge bit by bit from the ruins. Now they have come, dressed in splendor, speaking of benevolence and morality, asking us to sign contracts, become assistants, and be grateful.”
He paused. The single eye that still retained a human shape flashed with ferocity. “On what grounds?”
No one answered.
Not because they disagreed, but because they all knew the answer: on the grounds of power.
On the grounds that the delegation casually sent by the other side contained four hundred peak eighth-ring wizards. On the grounds of the hundreds of thousands of eighth-ring wizards behind them. On the grounds of the four war machines they had never seen before. On the grounds of a civilization they could never hope to reach…
Silence spread through the shadows.
Walder withdrew his gaze. “Therefore, I choose another path.”
He raised his hand, and a dark red crystal appeared in his palm.
Inside the crystal, a twisted glow pulsed slowly, like a living heart.
When the council members saw the crystal, their expressions changed.
Some subconsciously retreated, some gripped their staves tightly, and others’ breathing clearly quickened.
“The spatial coordinates of the Myriad Realms Alliance,” Walder said. “I dug them out from the spiritual sea of a high-ranking member of the Alliance during the last war.”
“Those natives have always wanted the coordinates of our core plane. Now, I can give them to them.”
A long silence followed.
A female council member spoke first, her voice trembling slightly. “You know what kind of treatment awaits us there. If wizard civilization is destroyed, we won’t fare any better.”
“At least we won’t have to sign that damned contract. Or do you think your counterparts will really act like gentlemen?” Walder sneered coldly.
Another wave of silence fell over the room.
The reason they had gathered here was not only because their power was about to be taken away, but also because they knew themselves too well.
Every one of them was fully aware of what kind of unscrupulous scoundrels they were. Naturally, they would not believe their counterparts would be any better!
Then, one by one, they nodded.
Seeing this, Walder did not hesitate.
He crushed the crystal. Dark red light exploded, transforming into countless fine runes that wove into a rotating portal before him. On the other side of the portal was darkness so thick it seemed almost solid, along with countless eyes slowly opening within it.
“Let’s go.”
Walder stepped into the portal first, and the council members behind him filed in after him.
The territory of the Myriad Realms Alliance had no borders.
This colossal entity formed by countless native civilizations had devoured one plane after another in the endless chaotic void.
Every plane it devoured added one more member, one more army, and one more portion of power.
Under the leadership of a single ninth-ring being, the number of eighth-ring beings in the Myriad Realms Alliance was staggering.
The parliamentary hall floated above the completely drained wreckage of a plane.
Every inch of space here was permeated with nearly tangible malice.
Hundreds of figures of various shapes sat around the long table.
There were beastmen covered in scales, luminous bodies made of pure energy, soft-bodied creatures whose lower halves consisted of countless tentacles, and some beings that looked almost indistinguishable from humans.
They were the core of the Myriad Realms Alliance, the ultimate beneficiaries who had devoured countless civilizations.
At this moment, they were all looking at the newly appeared projection at the end of the long table.
Walder’s figure was somewhat blurry, but the madness and resolve in his eyes pierced through the distant void and clearly projected before everyone.
“You say you have brought intelligence on another wizard civilization?” the beastman leader spoke, his voice like sandpaper scraping metal. “I didn’t expect you to be so determined, already planning to sever ties with that civilization…”
“No,” Walder’s voice was hoarse. “The other one I speak of is a genuine other wizard civilization. A more powerful, richer, and more complete wizard civilization.”
The atmosphere around the long table changed instantly.
The originally lazy and indifferent figures all sat up straight.
The brightness of the luminous body suddenly increased by a level. The tentacles of the soft-bodied creature began writhing restlessly.
Walder wasted no words. He unfolded the intelligence on the four major powers one by one and presented all the information he had gathered before them.
“You tell us this in hopes that we will retreat in the face of difficulty?” the beastman leader’s voice carried a trace of mockery.
“No.” Walder’s gaze swept across every figure at the long table. “I am here to tell you that they are currently busy fusing with my civilization. All their attention is focused on the dueling arena. Their defenses are now full of holes.”
Upon hearing this, commotion erupted around the conference table. The figures communicated in their own ways.
A few breaths later, the leader stood up. “Interesting. Quite worthy of conquest…”
He raised his head and looked across the entire parliamentary hall. “Assemble the armies. We are launching a new round of expedition!”
“Oh!!!”
Before long, the armies of the Myriad Realms Alliance had assembled at an exaggerated speed.
The leader stood on the podium as countless soldiers stood silently, awaiting the pre-departure oath.
“They call themselves wizard civilization. They plunder planes, enslave living beings, tamper with rules, and twist the order of the entire void into the shape they desire.” The leader paused. “Now, they have found new prey.”
“But we will not let them succeed,” the leader’s gaze swept across the assembling armies. “The purpose of founding the Myriad Realms Alliance is to resist this tyranny. Every oppressed civilization has the right to survive. Every polluted void has the right to be restored to purity. Today, we are not fighting only for ourselves…”
His voice suddenly rose, spreading across all the fleets. “We fight for the justice of the entire endless chaotic void!”
Cheers surged like a tidal wave.
Those twisted, grotesque, and bizarre figures raised their weapons together, letting out the unique war cries of their respective races.
Hundreds of billions of voices converged, shaking the drained plane wreckage until it trembled.
Walder stood within the projection, watching all this. A flash of mockery gleamed in his eyes.
Justice?
He knew better than anyone that so-called “justice” was merely an excuse for devouring.
Wherever the Myriad Realms Alliance went, they drained everything, resources, energy, life, souls, leaving nothing behind.
Not a single civilization they had “liberated” had survived.
But he did not care.
As long as he could deal with his own counterpart, that was enough!