From a certain standpoint, Cavendish's scheme had been greatly exposed the moment I saw this scene before me.
"A scam that's half real and half fake? He's prepared for both? "
The demons before me were currently constructing a gigantic divine statue just like the one in the Chaos Dimension. I had read battle reports from the frontlines. Two female Goddesses were guarding a large door on both sides. This was an altar that was identical to the one in the Chaos Dimension.
I instantly felt a chill down my spine from the bottom of my heart. If my inference was correct, this was most likely another Dimensional Door that was currently being activated!
"… This technique is so familiar …"
I didn't receive any retort as I exclaimed. It felt rather strange without the silly cat by my side.
[Isn't this the technique you're most skilled at? No matter how your opponent responds, you'll still be the one to win in the end.]
"… Thank you for temporarily acting as my retort slave."
I nodded as I slowly unsheathed my sword. The demons had already surrounded me.
At this moment, many schemes had been laid out before me. This Dimensional Door that was constructed at the bottom of the Chaos Abyss was obviously also capable of being activated. In that case, even if Cavendish lost the battle in the Chaos Dimension, he would still be the one to win as long as this Dimensional Door could be successfully activated.
This was double insurance and double the investment. On the surface, the Chaos Dimension was something that the entire world knew about, as if that was the core of Cavendish's scheme. However, it was actually nothing more than bait. No matter how the Order Faction responded, the Dimensional Door would still be opened in the end.
As for how Cavendish would achieve the conditions to open the Dimensional Door, since he had already done so much, he would likely have long since made preparations.
However, man proposes, God disposes. A world destroyer would always be defeated by a man with 25 legs … I meant that there would always be various accidents and obstacles. Perhaps the world of Aichy was using me to stop Cavendish.
[No, you're overthinking things. This is purely a coincidence. If you didn't want to make such a wish, you wouldn't have been able to arrive here. It's impossible to enter through normal means.]
I casually sliced apart the Inferno Demons blocking my way as I unhesitatingly attacked the Dimensional Door. No matter what, destroying this Dimensional Door first wouldn't be a mistake. The longer I delayed, the stronger my opponent's reinforcements would be.
However, the next instant, my sword clashed against a silver sword in an umbrella and was blocked.
"Eh?"
I was rather hesitant, as the one before me was Ilmisya, the final Devil Lord.
The ironic part was that Ilmisya was a wanted traitor. Now that the other nine Devil Lords had either died or betrayed Karwenz, Ilmisya became the only purebred Devil Lord.
The famous queen was more than three meters tall. Her devilish curves were undoubtedly seductive. Her pure and pleasant face was as pure as an angel's, perfectly illustrating the meaning of an angel's face and a devil's body.
However, her usual smile had vanished without a trace. Currently, Ilmisya's expression was filled with killing intent. She wielded her sword with one hand and swung her sword in the air. However, her figure seemed illusory and real at the same time. It would seem that she was quite skilled.
I couldn't help but recall the unlucky Lasnina, the Lord of Curses. Lasnina was an excellent magic swordswoman, and it seemed that Lasnina and Lasnina had once been lovers … Cough, just based on Lasnina's attitude, Ilmisya was completely different from the rumors.
Vaguely, from those beautiful eyes that were glaring angrily at me, I could sense her resolve.
"Stop Roland at all costs, even at the cost of your life."
I rubbed my head, feeling a slight headache. It wasn't that Ilmisya's power level was enough to threaten me, as I had already directly defeated more than one or two Devil Lords. Ilmisya definitely wasn't the strongest of them all.
No matter what, Ilmisya was Cavendish's woman. This shouldn't have been able to stop me.
However, Eliza had also blocked Cavendish's path like this back in the Hades. Judging from what happened afterwards, Cavendish had indeed gone easy on her. If I killed Ilmisya now, it would be obvious …
[You'll go easy on her? Or do you think that you'll owe her a favor? That's not your style. Think about it. If Cavendish succeeds, that means …]
"Hey, at least let me hesitate for one second. At the very least, that'll be more like a human."
[…]
I rudely interrupted my System's nagging as mana gathered around my sword. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I didn't even try to conceal my killing intent.
I wouldn't say anything unnecessary, nor would I think anything unnecessary. No matter what the reason was, no matter what favor I owed, there was no reason for me to stop here.
"Awaken, Light of Dawn."
When the entire world was illuminated, it was time for the slaughter. However, the demons' furious and fearful expressions were illuminated.
"Ilmisya, I'll seriously go easy on you. Please don't die."
…
While everything was shrouded in shadows, the chaotic dimension also descended into a storm.
The Order Gods, who could only be seen in statues in shrines in the past, all appeared in reality. They roared, charged, slaughtered, and then collapsed on the battlefield.
The will of the Chaos Abyss urged all the Demon Lords to enter the battlefield. They were either forced to helplessly or excitedly respond to the summons.
Their fates were exactly the same as their old enemies. In fact, they were even more pitiful. That was because the furious God of Holy Light was impossible to stop. Nobody would stop him.
In this dimension, not a single person could remain idle. That was because there would always be someone who would become their enemy.
The Holy War between Order and the Chaos Abyss was forcefully carried out in this narrow dimension. The venerated Gods and the evil Demon Lords were no different. They could only fight for a chance at survival.
The Nature Gods encountered the Corruption and Poison God Systems. The Giant Dragons and the Inferno Dragons fought fiercely against each other. The ancient Snake God had already been killed by the Dwarf Gods. The Evil God of the Abyss that everyone feared was nothing more than cannon fodder on this battlefield.
The most eye-catching battle of all was probably the battle between Donatis and the God of Holy Light.
This chaotic battlefield was like a vacuum. It was impossible to see through it. Senses were also useless. The only thing that could be detected by the outside world was the faintly discernible gigantic figure burning on top of the ball of light.
The Undead Emperor Sandro also met his match. Sandro felt rather conflicted as he looked at Conservation who had a face filled with hatred.
The Tark Republic was already lacking in power to begin with. Sandro would never be happy if he had to fight amongst himself. When he thought about how the Tark Republic was expanding its territory in the far north, as well as the living hidden in the Northlands, the ancient Undead Emperor Sandro finally made up his mind.
"Do your best to breathe. This will be your final chance. Everything shall return to the undying."
The Undead Emperor Sandro tossed away his own flesh as if he was tearing off a robe. He transformed into a grayish-brown tornado that instantly spread out.
Everything he touched, no matter if it was the living or the dead, would instantly wither up and become desiccated corpses. The only difference was that the speed at which the undead were instantly eroded was even faster.
At the same time, Conservation also activated her own personal domain, a world of ice and snow.
Meanwhile, the other Undead Emperor, the Undead Marshal, was furiously slaughtering the undead on the battlefield. The magic sword he wielded wasn't the usual bone greatsword.
This black shortsword was quite inconspicuous. It wasn't as sharp as normal swords. However, anyone who touched this sword would instantly collapse. No matter if they were Evil Gods, demons, or even Order True Gods or angels, they would all voluntarily avoid the Undead Marshal's area.
This magic sword was currently devouring all the undead on the battlefield. It was furiously evolving and growing.
Right now, even the Undead Marshal himself was rather afraid of this magic sword's power. He could faintly sense that this magic sword was currently devouring his own soul.
However, he didn't dare to abandon this magic sword at all. After all, this was part of the deal. Not only that, this was an important task that Sandro had personally entrusted to him.
"Using countless Gods and demons as sacrifices for this sword, you've once again reached the peak of undead. Junior, you're far more amazing than any of your seniors."
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