Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique-Chapter 2977 - 606: Quasi-Giant Nora!

"I... I was sealed by the Dusk Hall Master, nearly perishing, but fortunately, using the [White Bone Disintegration] technique, I escaped back to the Nightmare World in a particle of dust form and revived again, just that my realm has somewhat fallen.

At that time, I was in a very weak state and participating in the battle would have been futile, so I avoided the sharp edge for the time being to preserve the living power of the Nightmare."

Listening to its explanation, many monarchs did not suspect anything. The Pale Monarch had average combat ability, but its survival abilities ranked among the top in Nightmare,

they were just displeased with the Pale Monarch’s actions, but it was understandable; if it were them, survival would certainly come first.

From another perspective, it was the least bad outcome among misfortunes. At least, the fallen monarchs were not four, but three.

The Pale Monarch cautiously asked:

"Lord Lost, what should we do now?"

The Lost Monarch said in a low voice: 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"First, take some time to recover, then join forces with the Ignorant Monarch."

It didn’t understand why the Ignorant Monarch didn’t attack while Nora’s forces were in a void, missing the great opportunity it worked hard to create.

Eliminating the Shadow World was never the main point.

The group of shadow natives was just struggling to survive.

This epoch’s true instability factor is Nora!

The appearance of the Dusk Hall Master proved this point.

With the power of one, it changed the situation in the Shadow Battlefield, slashing three monarchs and severely injuring one, such feats even made it a little apprehensive.

...

Void Holy Temple.

Hera sat high on the [Death Throne].

"Truly worthy of being Sauron’s heir, just entering level-10 crushed all opponents, if not for an untimely end, a promotion to Supreme is definite, I hope he can remember our agreement... Supreme, should I step out after all?

Now that the shadow is about to merge with Nora, my group of ten-odd people wanting to oppose the congress is just a fantasy. If the Void Holy Temple could endure until the new worlds, and find a way to leave this universe, perhaps we should explore another place instead..."

Though Hera is a woman, she doesn’t like being under others.

She craves adventure, the unknown, and conquest.

...

Underworld.

In the Netherworld Ancestor Hall, the grey-robed swordswoman opened her eyes, a powerful and eerie thought traversing infinite space-time, materializing a phantom before her, whose features were unclear, like a skinned human form.

Master of Horror, Nightmare World’s representative, asked coldly: "Is the Underworld participating in our Nightmare affairs too?"

The Nether Ancestor was calm, wiping the longsword in her hand, she replied with a question: "Master of Horror, long time no see, have your injuries healed?"

"Humph, if you want to start a war, just say it directly, we Nightmare will take it, don’t claim neutrality while doing sneaky things behind the scenes."

The Master of Horror dispersed, the Nether Ancestor remained unmoved.

The Underworld doesn’t plan to go to war with Nightmare currently, the Abyss is the top enemy, she doesn’t want to make wedding clothes for those astral insects.

As for Leon by Levi’s side, she had no control over it.

That little fellow may appear unremarkable, but in a previous life, it was someone who could step into Supreme at any time, but it didn’t want to do so.

The bored one chose reincarnation and revival, planning to live a different life, becoming Levi’s pet. Besides the Mother River, it needn’t obey anyone.

Now among the top three Nether Emperors in the Underworld, the third is the Reincarnation Emperor, the second is the Life and Death Nether Emperor, only the position of the First Nether Emperor is vacant.

This seat once belonged to:

Spirit Emperor Leon.

...

Inside the Pan-Plane.

The Fire Sovereign, Void Emperor, The End Dragon Bird, and other veteran powerhouses, upon hearing the Nightmare World’s defeat to the shadow, had different expressions, some rejoiced, while others lamented.

The Dusk Hall Master, who had dominated the Multidimensional Plane for millennia, finally stepped into level-10, does this herald the beginning of a new epoch, no one knows.

What could be foreseen was that in the coming Multidimensional Plane, there would inevitably be a storm of blood, and unimaginable gods and demons would fall, strong beings would wither.

Millennia later, even if Nora lost.

This civilization and that group of legendary figures would still leave a significant mark in the Age History Book. To have achieved what naturally powerful dragons and Frost Giants could do with a human body is already a miracle.

...

Land of Darkness.

A certain battlefield.

Arrogance, Void, Sloth, Fury the Four Great Demon Lords at the late stage of level-10 connected their qi, forming a red-black wall enough to make level-10 peak tremble.

In front stood over ten subordinate gods and a True God clad in storm wings, towering countless miles, divine arts swirling in an overwhelming assault.

"Four Great Demon Lords, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to provoke a war between Nightmare and the astral world?" Relying on the Subordinate God’s Strength, the Lord of Storms stands alone against four.

"Hehe, Lord of Storms, you have a good plan, sneaking down a God’s Incarnation while we were attacking Nora, don’t tell me you came to the Multidimensional Plane for sightseeing." The Arrogance Demon Lord mocked,

Lord of Storms said:

"How could you possibly know I was descending?"

The Arrogant Sovereign proudly said:

"Our strategist Lord’s divine plan, already knew your deceitful intentions, roll back to the astral world... Nora, Nightmare has set its sights on!"

"Daydreaming, Nora is already my land of faith, I’m only reclaiming lost ground, since when has the astral world feared your Nightmare?"

"Then let’s see the truth through battle!"

The war between both sides had gone on for years, with neither side relenting, locked in a deadlock, until dark lines descended, sketching out the figure of the Lost Monarch.