Void Evolution System

'This…'

Sir Theon's eyes widened in shock as the dust cleared.

His attack, even if it didn't contain his full power, was only able to cause a tiny chip in the palace wall?

Just what kind of material was this treasure made of?!

"Hahahaha!"

Damien's raucous laughter resounded through the air. Looking at the Supreme's expression, how could he not be jubilant?

"Try again, try three times, try as much as you want! You won't be able to do anything! Hahahaha!"

Damien was more than pleased with the castle.

And now that he'd tested its power…

'It's time to retreat.'

Going against the Nox Army alone was laughable. Even if the golden palace was a God Rank artifact, it was still being controlled by Damien.

In terms of attack power, he couldn't truly damage any of these extreme peak experts, let alone a Supreme. The only true "God Ranked" ability that the golden palace had at the moment was its physical defense.

As such, Damien never planned to bank on this reckless attack. It was a taunt, a show of dominance to humiliate these scum who dared to invade his universe.

'But…maybe I should cause a little bit more damage before I leave.' He thought with a smirk.

'Let's get a bit creative, shall we?'

He pushed his mana. The pitch-black hue of Void Mana permeated the golden palace and corrupted its formations. Damien's irises swirled with power as he tweaked his mana intricately to mimic and mirror the golden palace's functions.

Afterward, he superimposed the Void Mana system onto the existing one.

Voom!

A wave of power spread.

Damien grinned.

'Now, let's get started for real.'

He threw his hand out and commanded the golden palace. The formation whirred to life.

Outside, the golden halo that backed the palace began to change in shape and color. It formed a crown that rotated around the castle's spires, black and bedazzled with several precious jewels.

'Fire.'

The black crown shined with brilliant light. Light rays flew from its surface in all directions, covering Heaven and Earth.

XIUUUUU!

Each beam was like a concentrated death ray. Any troops under the extreme peak of 4th class that were caught in a beam were incinerated in an instant.

Even late-stage beings were slain like chickens and pigs.

"Dammit! Am I a joke to you?!"

Sir Theon's furious roar eclipsed the terrifying roars of the palace. He slammed his hands together and galvanized his mana.

The atmosphere changed.

The blackness got deeper, almost as if it was a living abyss.

A sticky feeling spread through the air like the webs of a spider.

Sir Theon's eyes were stained pitch black.

His fury disappeared from his face, replaced with only indifference.

Damien's eyes widened.

'This…'

This was a Demonic Providence, an extremely powerful one at that.

'Even if the palace can hypothetically walk away from an attack like that, I have no desire to risk it.'

Damien's eyes hardened. By the flow of mana in the atmosphere, it would take another second for the Supreme to finish casting his skill.

'Then this is my final chance.'

Damien formed a number of seals with his hands and pushed his foot into the floor below. The crown above the palace rotated once more and hovered above the palace.

In an instant, it detached itself from the palace structure and flew as an independent object.

'Go.'

"Demon God Summoning!"

Two attacks were fired at once.

A massive black crown crashed into the ground, spreading a wave of death that spanned several tens of thousands of kilometers.

A pair of eyes opened in the abyss. A maw that could swallow stars with ease opened and attempted to swallow the golden palace.

'Mister Supreme, I'll see you later.' Damien thought to himself.

He stomped his foot once more.

The golden palace's formation activated.

And…

A large-scale teleportation took place.

The entire palace vanished several million kilometers into the distance, far beyond the perception of anyone present.

RAAAAAAAAA!

A demonic god roared in fury after losing its prey.

Sir Theon clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face becoming noticeably paler.

He gritted his teeth and stared into the distance, hatred and fury blazing in his eyes.

'I do not know who you are, but I will make sure that your entire bloodline is wiped from existence, even if I must die to do so!'

Sir Theon eventually returned to the earth and entered his residence.

He wouldn't be seen again for many days.

Just like that, the sudden and deadly assault on the Nox Army came to an end.

The final death toll…

On the attacker side, none at all.

As for the Nox…the number was over 4 million.

A majority of their Lesser Nox force and even a large portion of their Higher Nox experts were killed.

The worst part was, the Nox didn't even know who their attacker was.

Even though they didn't lose any of their key forces…

The assault was their complete defeat.

***

No matter how hard one tried, on a battlefield where intelligence agents were everywhere, it was impossible to hide news for long.

The rumor that the Nox Army had been assaulted by a mystical golden palace and lost a large portion of their forces was verified 2 days after the event.

The entirety of Heaven's Army was abuzz with chatter about the event.

Just who was the mysterious expert who dared to do such a thing?

In the end, were they allies, or merely passing helpers?

And most of all…

Would Asuran Gate let this go?

Within the Asuran Gate base camp, a man sat at his desk, veins bulging from his forehead as if to iterate his fury.

"Who is this audacious fool?!"

Lucas Streem cursed in frustration, slamming his fist down on his desk.

This Void Corridor was an amazing opportunity for him.

If he could distinguish himself here, there was a chance for him to be pulled out of this hellish battlefield and sent to train in the main clan!

This was something every Asuran Gate member wished for, yet it was almost impossible to achieve.

Now that Lucas had come across an opportunity to make this impossible possible, how could he not be furious?

"How dare he steal my spotlight?!"

His blazing eyes glared past the bounds of his tent.

"You, and you! Find information on that golden palace within 2 days. If I don't hear back…"

The two men guarding his tent jumped and shivered in fear.

""Yes, sir!""

They didn't dare disobey. They could only lament that they were forced to accomplish this impossible task.

Because they knew the consequence of failing.

Lucas Streem wasn't the type to threaten one's life. He understood that pride went a long way in this society.

He was a man who used one's connections against them. Loved ones, friends, family, anybody who could die to motivate a soldier would die.

Such a man was currently harboring an almost possessive hatred for an unknown enemy.

And funnily enough, this enemy was an ally.

Just how would Damien react if he realized that he unintentionally made both Supremes on the Wild Continent despise him?

Perhaps the wry expression on his face wouldn't vanish for several years.