Chapter 525: 428 Zhangg Strong Presence
Four Elements Ancestor.
Demon Ancestor.
Griffin Ancestor.
Bone Dragon Ancestor.
Bat Ancestor.
Mantis Ancestor.
Fairy Dragon Ancestor.
Griffin Ancestor.
Medusa Queen Ancestor.
Hell Three-headed Dog Ancestor.
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In the Divine Throne World, across countless planes and dimensions, one terrifying legendary being after another descended. The summoned mirror images pressed forth, fearless of death, launching the most ferocious attacks on ’Dawn Island’ and ’Covenant Island.’
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
The two islands, as if battered by a violent storm, could only mount a passive defense, utterly unable to counterattack.
But one could not blame them for daring to hold their ground.
The magic arrays on these two islands were densely packed and intricately layered. Even with twenty-four ancestral mirror images launching frenzied assaults, they only trembled and quaked but still remained unbreached.
"Is it not enough?"
Chen Jichuan waved his magic wand; as his magic surged, two more mirror images suddenly appeared beside the twenty-four Ancestors.
"Again?"
Everyone’s eyelids twitched, their hearts filled with terror.
This ’Tyrant,’ without so much as a word, casually cast two more ’Great Mirror Image Techniques.’
In an instant, the number of ancestral mirror images swelled to seventy-two.
Seventy-two ancestral mirror images—equivalent to seventy-two Level 4 Legends.
And with that.
Boom!
Boom!
The two islands finally began to shake violently, the magic arrays enveloping them teetering on the verge of collapse.
At this rate, the two islands painstakingly built over millions of years by the ’Dawn Era’ and ’Covenant Church,’ at the cost of endless wealth, would only last two or three hours at most.
"Still not enough!"
Yet Chen Jichuan remained dissatisfied with the pace.
"More?"
Under the dazed stares of those around, Chen Jichuan raised his wand again. With another wave, two additional ’Great Mirror Image Techniques’ were cast, conjuring yet another forty-eight ancestral mirror images.
The field of mirror images surged once more, reaching a staggering number of one hundred twenty.
Buzzzz!
At last, the fortress crumbled.
’Dawn Island’ and ’Covenant Island’ could no longer hold. Their magical shields shattered one after another, and the mage towers on the islands collapsed, reduced to rubble by the reverberating tremors.
On Dawn Island.
"No!"
"Impossible!"
The army of eighteen thousand undead summoned by ’Little Tyrant’ Hogg, along with their eighteen thousand mirror image counterparts, were as fragile as paper before the more than one hundred ancestral mirror images. They were pierced through and torn apart with ease.
’Little Tyrant’ was nothing more than a joke in the presence of the true ’Tyrant.’
"It’s over!"
Hogg’s face turned ashen.
As the islands fell and the legions disintegrated, he could no longer hold on. His conviction collapsed in an instant, and he gave up all resistance, only to be drowned in the magical onslaught of the ancestral mirror images, torn to shreds.
And thus, all four islands fell.
...
The Tyrant has returned, his presence looming over the Magic Sound River.
The news spread quickly.
After three thousand years, the mere movements of the ’Tyrant’ still sent ripples through the world. After all, this was the same dread figure who had once annihilated dozens of Legendary individuals in a single battle and slain six Immortals—an achievement rarely seen even across millennia.
The ’Tyrant’ was, without a doubt, the scourge of this age.
And after three thousand years of silence, his reemergence once again wrought chaos upon the world. The vast and perilous Magic Sound River was a place where those below Third Level could not even set foot in its pitch-black waters.
Even Level 3 Mages could not endure the conditions for long.
Mages extracting ’Holy Chanting Sand’ from the Magic Sound River often relied on islands as their bases of operations. After spending just an hour or two in the river, they would retreat to the island to rest for several days.
This made the islands within the Magic Sound River notoriously difficult to attack and easy to defend.
Take ’Dawn Era,’ for example. They occupied ’Dawn Island,’ fortifying it with countless magic arrays to create an impenetrable defense. Even if three or five dozen Legends attacked together, it would take considerable time to breach, and ordinary armies couldn’t even stand in the Magic Sound River.
It was a near-invincible position.
Some even boasted they didn’t fear the ’Tyrant.’
Let his vast magical power rage; the island’s defenses would hold against bombardments for hours, unyielding.
Let his undead hordes and mirror image legions swarm the skies; within the Magic Sound River, those armies couldn’t even take flight, their stances faltering. Dispersed by the rushing waters, they would be swept away in shambles.
"Why should I fear him?"
But the ’Tyrant’ was still the ’Tyrant.’
After three thousand years of inactivity, his return—marked by a single ’Great Mirror Image Technique’—shattered all expectations.
He summoned twenty-four Ancestors, yet didn’t even need the Ancestors to act personally. With a mere five ’Great Mirror Image Techniques,’ he unleashed one hundred twenty ancestral mirror images, sweeping all before him with absolute invincibility.
"Unstoppable!"
"Still unstoppable!"
The news of the battle spread, and the name of the ’Tyrant’ once again resounded across the continent, awakening a deep-seated fear in the hearts of all.
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Gobada Archipelago.
The ’Dawn Era’ headquarters.
The Star Shining King and the Dawn Scholar sat in the council chamber, their faces dark with displeasure.
"Less than fifteen minutes."
"Dawn Island couldn’t even hold for a quarter of an hour before Benage took it."
The Dawn Scholar let out a heavy sigh, both shaken and deeply helpless.
In that battle years ago, the ’Dawn Era’ had gained nothing but losses, their forces decimated, and even the two of them—both Immortals—had been slain once.
After suffering the humiliation of making reparations and admitting guilt,
the ’Dawn Era’ secretly sought allies while putting all their efforts into strengthening their headquarters. They invested countless resources into constructing layer upon layer of magic arrays, most designed to hinder spatial teleportation and constrain undead armies, all clearly aimed at countering Chen Jichuan.
Yet, fearing the Tyrant’s wrath, they found no allies willing to assist them.
In the years that followed, the ’Tyrant’ made no further moves against the ’Dawn Era,’ and their heavy investments in their headquarters seemed like a wasted effort.
Until today.
The fear of being dominated by the ’Tyrant’ returned in full force. Though both leaders were furious, they also felt a sense of relief at their earlier precautions.
"He is far stronger than he was back then."