Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

Zatiel was full of smiles as he saw the immense upgrade the Thearchs and Sacred Kings gained upon fusing with the treasures. All the effort and dangers he faced to get them were more than worth it!

Although he was delighted, the Samsara Thearch did not lose focus, and now it was time to arm the over five hundred Extreme Rank 9 warriors in front of him.

It would be the three Thearchs and nine Sacred Kings the ones that would take the vanguard, facing the greatest dangers and taking care of the Beyonder's Knights head-on, but the rest of the Extreme Rank 9 warriors would also play a critical role in the upcoming fight.

Zatiel moved past the Sacred King until he was in front of the five hundred warriors, and his eyes began to glow, unleashing the full might of his cultivation and willpower.

Immense pressure assaulted the Extreme Rank 9 warrior, forcing nearly all of them to take a step back, but there were 6 that managed to remain firm. It was clear that they were not like the others since even if they were stuck at the limit of the Third Realm, they managed to push their battle power to Rank 10.

Zatiel focused on the people that managed to resist his pressure and smiled at them.

"Roku, the Astral Fiend Primogenitor, and the Nightmare King had had the largest domain over the Nightmare Inferno Realm before its implosion."

Roku clasped his hands and bowed to the Samsara Thearch. His physical pressure was on the open, twisting space-time.

"Ira, founder member of Sundered Night, and one of the first Depravitas."

The red crow lowered its head as a red flame coated his feathers. Anyone beneath Extreme Rank 9 would find it impossible to get near the Depravita due to the unbearable heat of the Eternal Flame of Wrath.

"Pan Gu. Creator of the Prima Universe and Forefather of the Primordial Race."

A man with a demonic appearance, black skin, and four large arms bowed as he heard his name. His body was nearly fifteen meters tall, but if he fully decompressed it, he would dwarf Principal Worlds.

"Eve, Mother of the Lineage Genetic Path and master of bloodlines."

A beautiful woman with long red hair and two eyes that glowed with rainbow-colored light smiled toward the Samsara Thearch before saluting.

"Ragnar, Forefather of the Viking Valhalla Race and my old friend."

Unlike the graceful appearance of the others, the man resembled a savage, but he was no weaker than the rest, and the crown of ten black holes around his head made clear the strength of his body. He only smiled and nodded since there was no need to bow between the two.

"Bahamut, Ancient Elder of the Prima Dragon Race and valiant commander during the Ultimate Multiversal War."

A mighty dragon with a crown made of flaming worlds lowered his head in the presence of the Samsara Thearch. Like Roku, his eyes had a dark flame due to his identity as a Nightmare King.

Six Extreme Rank 9 life forms in the Daybreak Universe managed to reach Rank 10 battle power without the help of the Sacred Mountains' power over the last one hundred thousand years.

Although the number might seem small, it took the Prima Universe billions of years to produce two life forms at the limit of the Third Realm, and it was only after Zatiel that one managed to gain Rank 10 battle power.

The Samsara Thearch was happy with the numbers since it would make things much easier. After greeting those six, he spoke to all Extreme Rank 9 warriors.

"All of you will fight in the upcoming war, but none will be a foot soldier. Your influence on the battlefield will be immense, to the point that I dare say it might determine the outcome!"

Thrill and fighting spirit burst in the eyes of the Extreme Rank 9 when they heard that. All of them understood that in a war involving dozens of life forms with Fourth Realm battle power, their strength was negligible, but they all wanted to leave their mark.

The fear of death had already faded from their souls due to the promise of reincarnation from the Samsara Thearch, and they would not hesitate to self-destruct if they could kill more enemies. If there was one thing that still hunted them, it was irrelevance, but it was clear that would not be the case.

Zatiel's soul force exploded as it flooded heaven, and then everybody saw seventy-two majestic demonic creatures. They had no power, but their auras made even some of the Sacred Kings fearful.

"ROAAAAR!"

"SCHHEEEEE!"

"THUUUUUU!"

"KOOOOO!"

All kinds of bestial roars spread across the heavens as the demonic creatures seemed alive and full of murderous intent.

"Samsara Astra Magicae Codex. These are seventy-two Fourth Realm battle formations capable of flawlessly fusing the power of Extreme Rank 9 life forms and drawing the energy of the Daybreak Universe and Emptiness.

Each of the seventy-two battle formations can reach a power of Late Initial Stage, and if the one at the core manages to push it to the next level, its strength could rise to Pseudo Middle Stage."

Shock and awe appeared in the Extreme Rank 9 life forms, especially those that had achieved Rank 10 battle power. If they manage to explode the full potential of those battle formations, they could gain a strength that neared that of the Thearchs!

Of course, a battle formation lacked dexterity and the control over universal forces that Thearchs have, but it would still allow them to fight at the same level as the Sacred Kings, even after their upgrade through the Fourth Realm treasures!

Zatiel waved his hand, and the knowledge about the Samsara Astra Magicae Codex fused in the mind of every Extreme Rank 9 life form. They would not need to learn it, only practice in order to improve their proficiency.

"Divide yourself wisely. Remember, the affinity between you and your partners is more important than the total sum of their battle powers."

The over five hundred Extreme Rank 9 warriors adopted solemn expressions as they bowed to the Samsara Thearch and began to discuss among themselves how to divide their numbers in the most effective way possible.

Roku, Ira, Eve, Ragnar, Pan Gu, and Bahamut led the conversation since they were the strongest and the ones with the greatest probability of pushing their battle formation to the Pseudo Middle Stage.

Zatiel ensured that Ezequiel, Venganza, the Sacred Kings, and the more than five hundred Extreme Rank 9 had all they needed for the war before rising into the Emptiness.

Now that the true warriors were ready, it was time to take care of the foot soldiers. Inside the Samsara Thearch were billions of eggs containing Third Realm life forms, with thousands being Rank 9 and hundreds achieving the Extreme.

Those were the soulless drones that Tao had made for the last one hundred thousand years, with the final addition of Extreme Rank 9 due to the Rank 10 Hive.

Although the numbers of Third Real life forms beneath the Extreme Rank 9 mattered very little in a war of this level, since Ezequiel or Venganza could take care of them without a problem after their upgrade to the Middle Stage, every ounce of energy spent was one less that they would have to face the Beyonder's Knights.

Drones could not use formations of the Samsara Astra Magicae Codex level due to their lack of pure soul force, so they were perfect as foot soldiers. Zatiel had no problem using them as disposable weapons since they were no different than a piece of armor.

Still, that did not mean he would just allow them to go to waste or die easily.

The Samsara Thearch took a deep breath as the Reflection of Ascension appeared on his paragon armor, as the Samsara Pupil began to glow. He then extended both hands, using them as siphons to devour the chaotic energy that flooded the Emptiness and the killing intent that permeated the Daybreak Universe.

All that energy began to infiltrate the eggs containing the drones, filling their cells as the power of the Samsara Truth changed their bodies.

The drones were growing stronger as the chaotic energy and killing intent inside their cells reached the limit, and the Samsara Truth granted them immortal bodies.

Although the changes were making the drones immensely more powerful, they also destabilized their molecular structure, and they would start falling to pieces in less than ten years.

That was not a problem for Zatiel since he did not expect a single one of the drones to survive the war. If he had to sacrifice one hundred million of them for a single warrior's life, he would not hesitate to do it.

Zatiel's eyes were sharp since the war preparations were reaching their end, and he could see the vortex of darkness coming closer.

The war would soon begin, and it would not stop until one side erased the other.