Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the vast unending Void Zone, there was an influx of those who entered the open territory. Most of them were groups including the Rock Tribe, the Giant Tribe, the Spell Caster civilization, the Feather Tribe, and so on.
These foreign tribes were all comparable to Great Wizards. At first, it was difficult to find them in the open territory but now it was easy to encounter foreign tribes who were heading in the same direction.
However, these foreign tribes merely kept up their guard when bumping into each other, and did not rush into conflict. In unison, they flew toward a specific direction in the open territory.
Many Wizards and foreign tribes, upon seeing this situation, knew that something big must have happened in the open territory!
“Did you guys hear? The Rock Tribe had spread a message that within the open territory, there’s an Inceptive Dimension. It’s only occupied by a Tree Folk and a Spell Caster.”
“That’s right. See how so many experts of the foreign tribes are heading toward that direction. It’s because that message from the Rock Tribe is too authentic, even providing the specific dimension coordinates. It’s not surprising to see that many foreign tribes are tempted.”
“It’s just a shame that although we wish to join, with so many foreign tribes going in, our abilities are lowly in comparison. Going in would be a suicide mission!”
The periphery of the open territory was still a relatively safe zone. All sort of foreign tribes entered the open territory one after another. It was because of a message spread by a Rock Creature about an Inceptive Dimension. There were even exact coordinates, which was enough to stir up a craze among any group.
Nonetheless, between the large groups and teams, there was occasionally a member of a foreign tribe who entered the region alone. These solitary members, once they appear, roused great vigilance in the other groups.
This was because those who could enter the open territory alone must be very fearsome, second only to a Great Legend. There were even some who had notorious reputations, having made an infamous name for themselves in the open territory.
“Boom.”
From a distance came gallops of a mighty Giant. This Giant was naked, saved for a leather skirt, and he exuded a terrifying force.
Moreover, his height had exceeded nine hundred and eighty meters at least!
This Giant had made his way here without stopping, crashing through everything. He gave no regard as to whether there were foreign tribes before him and pressed on directly. However, after seeing this Giant’s appearance, none of the teams dared to pick a fight with him. When they had spotted him from a distance, they dodged him immediately.
“Nestia, to think that he’s made a move. Nine hundred and eighty meters, that’s already infinitely close to a Giant King, almost reaching the limit of the Giant Tribe’s upper rank Giants!’
Nestia had wandered in the open territory for many years. Once, he had wiped out a group of eighteen who were on par with peak Great Wizards all by himself. Among those, there were even three beings who were comparable to preeminent Great Wizards, all of whom were slain.
Moreover, to be accurate, Nestia was nine hundred and eighty-six meters tall, close to nine hundred and ninety. If he became a Giant King, he would surely be a freakish and terrifying Giant King.
Therefore, once Nestia appeared, countless teams of foreign tribes would immediately give way, not daring to clash with him.
“Haha, Nestia, you’re far too slow. In terms of speed, you’re one step behind me!”
Suddenly, a Roc of golden feathers came from behind. This Roc strangely had a human face but his body was one of a gigantic bird’s. From wing to wing, he measured dozens of meters.
Of course, compared to the Giant Nestia, this Roc appeared rather tiny.
This Roc gently flapped his wings. It was strange for the Void Zone did not even have time or space, not even air currents but when this Roc flapped his wings, he quickly turned into a golden beam which easily overtook the Giant Nestia.
When Nestia saw the golden Roc, he gave a furious snarl. “Bordeaux, you’d better not let me catch you or I’ll rip you apart!”
However, the golden Roc Bordeaux paid no mind to the Giant Nestia’s threat, and instead burst out laughing. His speed increased even more as he sped ahead in a straight line.
Bordeaux was a powerful member of the Feather Tribe, specializing in speed. Among the foreign tribes of the same level, he was the fastest. Even Spell Casters who hadd used casting tools were not as fast as Bordeaux.
Bordeaux was likewise a creature that was on par with a preeminent Great Wizard. With his speed, it was best not to provoke him out of all the foreign tribes, even compared to Nestia.
If one had offended Nestia, one could run away. If one could not win the fight, one could still hide. However, if one had provoked Bordeaux, then even escape would be difficult for his speed would be the despair to anyone who tried to escape.
Following behind the Giant Nestia and Bordeaux of the Feather Tribe was a double-decker ship. On the ship stood a Spell Caster with handsome features, dressed in a spotless long white Wizard robe.
This double-decker ship was surrounded by dense rows of floating runes, and was even flickering with thunder. It contained vast power, and if one got too close, one would be struck by the ship’s thunder.
However, even with such a brazen attitude, no one dared to stop the ship because it was someone ruthless – a Six-Elemental Great Wizard named Kubale of the Spell Caster civilization.
Kubale was very fearsome. He was certainly a genius among geniuses, being a Six-Elemental Spell Caster, which was rare even in Arcane City. In the case of most Five-Elemental Spell Casters, if their Pandora Demon Abilities were not too inferior, and they had Excellent-grade spells, once they fused their Spell Models and became a Great Wizard, they would immediately become a preeminent one.
Just like Wizard Midnight, a Five-Elemental Spell Caster whom Merlin had met in the Bloodshed Universe. In the end, he had successfully fused his Spell Models and became a preeminent Great Wizard instantly.
Kubale was an even more powerful Six-Elemental Spell Caster, and was naturally one of the foremost Great Wizards. However, Kubale did not have the warm disposition so common to Spell Casters. He was cold by nature, often capturing foreign tribes for experiments. His methods were bloody and cruel, and he would achieve his goal at all cost.
Therefore, in the open territory, Kubale’s name was synonymous to bloodshed and slaughter. No one was willing to go near him, so when the teams of foreign tribes spotted his ship, they evaded him and dared not go near.
Seeing that the preeminent beings of the Spell Casters, the Giant Tribe, and the Feather Tribe had all shown up to go into the open territory, some of the groups of foreign tribes were hesitant and even turned around, giving up on entering the open territory.
“My goodness, all three of them, Nestia, Bordeaux, and Kubale have gone in. However, how come there are no contenders from the Rock Tribe? I recall that this news was spread from the Rock Tribe.”
“The Rock Tribe? Heh heh, I’ve heard that Luca of the Rock Tribe had entered the open territory long ago. He would be the first one to locate the mysterious Inceptive Dimension.”
“These preeminent beings are second only to Great Legends. Hehe, if a Great Legend appears, they would be nothing.”
At the mention of Great Legends, no one said anything else. Beings such as Great Legends existed in the open territory but they were rather rare, and most of them preferred dimensions that were unknown to anyone.
Now that such a great fuss had been made, this dimension was known to everyone. There were a few Great Legends who would fight over it. After all, there was more than one Great Legend in the open territory. These Great Legends had the chance to go to other places and look for dimensions which were less dangerous. Why would they vie for a dimension in the open territory that was known to everyone?
Therefore, this news had attracted so many contenders from foreign tribes but none of them were Legends. Perhaps a Great Legend might appear but chances were low. After all, even if a Great Legend had occupied the dimension, its coordinates had been exposed. Who could say if this would rouse the desire of plunderers? There would be great danger then.
This meant that only those who had not become Legends would take the risk to compete and fight, hoping to use this Inceptive Dimension to get one step closer to becoming a Great Legend!
An opportunity like this held a fatal appeal to those foreign tribes who had not become Legends. Therefore, despite the risks, they would head into the open territory to fight for it.
All at once, there were undercurrents of movement caused by countless foreign tribes in the open territory. Danger lurked in every corner, and the place was gripped by a tense atmosphere!
