"What a terrible situation..."

Lebius watched the chaotic battlefield. What troubled him was not the King's Shield Guard, but the massive Wolf Spider adorned with a flesh nest.

Its spider legs crawled like long bridges across the cliffs, moving forward, as wisps of mist swept through the spider legs, stirring the wolf hairs attached.

They weren't wolf hairs but slender crimson shoots, exuding thick blood scent while craving more feast.

In a daze, Lebius heard a woman's laughter; some sinister presence had arrived, separated by only a thin membrane from this world. Just a little force and it could breach this boundary.

"Yuriel, where are the others?"

Lebius questioned, but the familiar voice did not echo in his mind; replaced instead by chaotic, noisy electrical sounds.

Normal power was disrupted by sinister interference, and fragile reality was tilting toward a mad illusion.

After calling several times without response, Lebius felt his heart sinking, realizing it was the sinister power interfering.

Everything happening now seemed like a grand performance, with those filthy beings sitting in the shadows, laughing incessantly at the happenings on the stage.

Lebius didn't hesitate for long, soon devising his next strategy.

He didn't launch an attack but chose to retreat. This action caught the eyes of the King's Shield Guard; some sighed with relief, as it seemed Lebius didn't want to join this chaotic fight just yet, but others furrowed their brows, believing Lebius wouldn't leave so easily.

The truth was indeed as such.

Lebius stood in a safe zone, flanked by two Blade-Biting Wolves, protecting himself, eyes tightly shut, as chaotic images flooded his vision.

In an instant, Lebius sensed sharp pain in his mind, as though a sharp scalpel had forcibly split his will into countless fragments, each fragment beginning to think independently.

Taking deep breaths to suppress the pain, Lebius also worked hard to adapt to this state, gradually grasping the wolf pack.

Simultaneously controlling so many Blade-Biting Wolves and issuing different commands to them was no easy task for Lebius as an Overlord.

To describe it, it was like drawing a circle with the left hand and a square with the right hand, but the shapes he had to draw this time were much more complex and abundant.

Fortunately, this wasn't difficult for Lebius, though in such a focused state, he found it hard to ensure his own safety.

Usually, Geoffrey would be by his side, but the situation was urgent; Lebius sent Geoffrey a message, uncertain how long he would take to arrive.

Lebius had no time to wait; he could only make such a risky decision.

The wolves hunted the King's Shield Guards under Lebius' command, even though Bucker's Repulsive Force Barrier defended them, the wolf pack still exerted immense pressure.

"He's not retreating but rather seeking a more suitable position to launch his attack!" Bucker well understood this old rival Lebius.

The Blade-Biting Wolves attacked relentlessly, each charge repelled by Secret Energy·Refuse; some crashed into rocks, others were pushed into the Great Rift, yet they returned each time, like undead spirits.

Constant booming echoed as Bucker caught sight of that towering figure; with the Wolf Spider's advance, every step created a tremor.

The intense tremors impacted the Great Rift, making everyone feel as though the apocalypse was upon them.

Within the flesh nest, the Delusional continued weaving his insane fantasies. Beside him, a blurred silhouette was faintly visible, seemingly a woman, lingering around him, savoring his offerings.

"Crimson Queen?"

The Silver Knight noticed this; the disaster triggered by the loss of control of the Immortal Heart destroyed everything in its path, while the endless sacrifices awakened that gluttonous presence.

This was the inferno where mortals struggled, yet paradise where devils indulged.

Dodging the piercing limbs, the Silver Knight steadily landed on a spider leg, and upon contact, rampant tentacles rushed toward him, yet before nearing, they were shattered entirely by explosive Ether.

These scattered attacks were ineffective against the Silver Knight; bracing himself, he raced up the spider leg at full speed. In this battlefield, he was the only one with the potential to threaten the Delusional, the only one who could seize the Immortal Heart.

Grasping the blade tightly, after a cold flash, the sturdy spider leg was effortlessly severed, with its cut surface neat, torrents of blood fell like rain, and the aberrant buds grew crazily unrestrained.

The Silver Knight watched as the spider leg collapsed, standing erect amidst the cliffs. Even after detaching from the main body, it retained its terrible vitality, quickly spawning yet another realm of crimson hell between the rock faces, coating the rift with blood-colored moss.

Regardless of the success or failure of the action today, after this day, the Great Rift would become even more perilous and insane, and the Order Bureau would need to spend considerable effort to handle the battlefield.

The Silver Knight cleaved through all obstacles, boldly confronting the Delusional. As he approached, the vague silhouette lingering by the Delusional dissipated into the air, leaving the Silver Knight with faint echoes of laughter.

"I've never liked her, but I have to admit, she has a lot more chips on the table than we do."

In front of the television, the Tyrant looked at the dissipating figure and commented helplessly.

"It's just because she joined the game earlier... Who could have imagined that the coward who feared death would actually build such a vast Empire?"

Sai Zong didn't have any fondness for the Crimson Queen; to be precise, he didn't have fondness for anyone.

The only reason he could chat amicably with the Tyrant was that, compared to others, the Tyrant was more tolerant of Sai Zong's existence.

"Don't worry, her arrogance won't last long."

The Tyrant sneered, as if he could already foresee the Crimson Queen's bleak future.

Sai Zong asked, puzzled, "What have you seen?"

"Nothing in this world is eternal, even a vast Empire will have its day of collapse, and that day is coming soon."

The Tyrant put on a façade of profundity, like a Divination Master, prophesying that ominous future.

Sai Zong's tone was icy, "I hate it when you speak in such vague terms."

To this, the Tyrant laughed heartily, "You know, language has Magic Power, some things can't be said out loud, they'll be detected by sharp ones."

Sai Zong was silent for a while, seemingly acquiescing to the Tyrant's words, and soon he asked again, "Even so, I don't see any signs of the Empire collapsing, she will not allow such a thing to happen."

The Tyrant looked at Sai Zong with an intriguing gaze, tempting him, "Would you like to make a bet, Sai Zong?"

"No need."

Sai Zong shook his head, he knew very well the Tyrant's character, this guy would never suffer a loss, since he was willing to bet with him, then the Tyrant's prophecy...

"Interesting..." Sai Zong said, "I have a strange premonition, this world is developing in directions I can't see."

"Hasn't the world always been like this?"

The Tyrant said indifferently, "Chaos is eternal, order is just a short-lived miracle."

Sai Zong silently agreed with the Tyrant's words, thinking about this made him feel a little uneasy... and an unstoppable excitement.

"Another great reshuffle is coming, Mammon."

Sai Zong called out the Tyrant's real name, with a voice devoid of any emotion, like cold metal.

"Looking forward to you and me still drinking and enjoying ourselves at the table."

The Tyrant, confident in his demeanor, raised a nearby bottle in salute to Sai Zong.

The image on the television began to blur, then was covered by large swathes of static, the chaos lasted for several seconds before gradually becoming clear again.

The Wolf Spider stubbornly moved forward, numerous disorderly spider legs were broken, it resembled a living cloud, spilling large patches of bloody rain as it advanced.

On the Wolf Spider's body, a terrifying scar emerged amidst the nest of flesh and blood, as if a giant had wielded a Great Sword and cleaved through the obstacles in its path.

For the first time, the noble Silver Knight's body bore mottled bloodstains; in front of him, the Delusional gasped, tiny cracks formed along the edge of the mask, revealing a corner of a decayed face.

The chaotic battle never ceased, in this extremely dire moment, several sporadic figures appeared at the edge of the battlefield, shouting with a touch of despair.

"Wait a minute! Are we actually going to face this ghostly thing?" The unlucky one looked at the massive Wolf Spider and held his head in collapse.

"We're already here... wouldn't you agree?"

The figure beside the unlucky one consoled, but despite his words, he still grabbed hold of the unlucky one to prevent him from fleeing at the last moment.

Aimou ignored the conversation between the two, knowing nothing nutritious would come from their mouths.

She reached the edge of the Cliff, her gaze penetrating layers of obstruction, spotting the figure confronting the Silver Knight, a slightly sorrowful voice echoed.

"Teacher..."

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