He even wanted to address Linley as ‘Lord’. After all, Linley’s power, even amongst the Chief Sovereigns, was extremely great.
In the end, both took a step back. They viewed each other as friends, and so addressed each other by name.
“Must I have a reason for coming?” The Bloodridge Sovereign smiled as he sat down next to him. “Actually, today, I really did have an important reason for coming.”
“Speak,” Linley listened attentively.
The Bloodridge Sovereign laughed. “You still have no Emissaries, right?”
“Uh… why are you thinking about this?” Linley didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “How is it your business, Boson, if I choose to accept Emissaries or not?”
“That’s not it.” The Bloodridge Sovereign shook his head. “To tell you the truth, every trillion years, there is a session of the Planar Wars, and each of the Planar Wars have a total of five rounds! Three rounds have already passed, and roughly six hundred years in the future, the fourth Planar War is going to begin.”
“Which two planes are doing battle?” Linley asked, curious.
“Our Infernal Realm and the Celestial Realm,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said solemnly. “Linley, the upcoming fourth round of the Planar Wars is extremely important. Because… in the nine previous competitions, the Celestial Realm won nine rounds in a row.”
“What?” Linley was startled.
Linley understood that after becoming a Sovereign, there were three ways for gaining an additional portion of Will. The first was to fuse with another Sovereign spark. The second was to become a Paragon. The third was for one’s side, in the Planar Wars, to win ten times in a row.
But of course, another method was to become a Soul Mutate like Linley. Only, this sort of unique situation wasn’t applicable to all Sovereigns.
“If I remember correctly, long, long ago, the Celestial Realm won ten rounds in a row already,” Linley said with a frown.
“Exactly,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said hurriedly. “The seven Sovereigns of Fate have already received a reward, and so the other Sovereigns don’t want to see them receive a reward again! In particular, we don’t want to see the Chief Sovereign of Fate increase in strength yet again. He’s already strong enough.”
Linley nodded slightly.
“Ever since the creation of the universe, every time one side wins nine times in a row, all of the other planes will join together to prevent them from winning a tenth time,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said. “Generally speaking, when all the other planes join forces, the chances for success will be extremely high. Over the course of countless years, however, there was one failure. That time, the Celestial Realm won, and thus the seven Sovereigns of Fate received the reward.”
The Bloodridge Sovereign said solemnly, “This time, no matter what, we can’t let them win again. This is the order that came from the Chief Sovereign of Destruction himself.”
Linley couldn’t help but laugh.
Most likely, as far as the Chief Sovereign of Destruction was concerned, his only real opponent was the Chief Sovereign of Fate.
“What does not wanting him to win, have to do with finding Emissaries?” Linley laughed.
“If we don’t want him to win, then our side needs to find enough experts.” The Bloodridge Sovereign shook his head. “But many experts already know how extremely savage this particular Planar War will be. It will be absolutely berserk! Thus, many commander-level experts are not willing to participate in it.”
Linley laughed and nodded.
All of the planes would be going all out, and the Celestial Realm would be going all out as well. One could completely imagine how savage this battle would be. Unless one was completely confident in one’s powers or unless one was tired of life, one probably wouldn’t participate.
“How is it that the commanders know how important this battle is?” Linley said, puzzled.
The reward for winning ten battles should be a secret amongst Sovereigns.
“Based on past precedence.” The Bloodridge Sovereign let out an awkward laugh. “In this sort of berserk battle, both sides will go all out. They will come up with any and all measures that can allow their side to grow more powerful, in a manner which does not violate the Pact of Sovereigns. Thus! Both sides will bestow every single participant in this Planar War with Sovereign’s Might! Every single person will receive two drops!”
Linley was stupefied.
Mad! They had all gone mad!
If every single person who entered the Planar Battlefield was bestowed with two drops of Sovereign’s Might, then even a commander-level expert, upon suffering an attack from ten Highgods, would probably perish.
“Although these commanders don’t know about the secret behind the ten consecutive battles, they do know that all of the Highgods who are participating will be bestowed Sovereign’s Might. How many commanders would dare participate?” The Bloodridge Sovereign laughed bitterly. “Originally, we didn’t want to hand out that much Sovereign’s Might either. But if we don’t and the other side does… doesn’t that mean that we will lose for sure? There’s nothing that we can do!”
Linley understood the predicament they were in.
The Sovereigns all knew that giving each participant two drops of Sovereign’s Might was simply too insane, but they had no choice.
“In the battles in the Stellar Corridors, a group of commander-level experts, especially armed with Sovereign artifacts, will be extremely effective,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said solemnly. “Thus, what the Chief Sovereign of Destruction desires is for you to acquire six Emissaries. According to the rules, a Lesser Sovereign can take on two Emissaries, an Intermediate Sovereign can take on four, and a Chief Sovereign can take on eight. Since you have three Lesser Sovereign clones, you can take on six.”
Linley nodded to acknowledge that he understood.
“But I haven’t even made any Sovereign artifacts yet,” Linley said helplessly.
“Sovereign artifacts, to us, are something that we can create every ten thousand years or so. They aren’t that important.” The Bloodridge Sovereign laughed. “Almost all of the Sovereigns have lived for hundreds of millions of years. Only, the Pact of Sovereigns forbids Sovereigns from giving their Emissaries more than a single artifact, so as to maintain balance amongst the Deities.”
“Linley, if you don’t have any Sovereign artifacts, I can give ten or so to you as a gift,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said disdainfully.
In the Infernal Realm, there were many Deities who made their living by forging divine artifacts.
It was the same principle. To Sovereigns, forging Sovereign artifacts was something that only required a bit of time and effort.
“Fine. Since you’ve said all these things, fine.” Linley laughed, then nodded. But then Linley said, puzzled, “Boson, I truly don’t understand. Given that all of these Sovereigns are joining forces, why are we worried about the Celestial Realm winning? How can they possibly win?”
The Bloodridge Sovereign nodded. “The Celestial Realm has always been the most powerful of the Four Higher Realms. In addition, the Edicts of Fate have strange, bizarre attacks. Thus, during the Planar Wars, the Celestial Realm often gains victory. Normally, we don’t care that much, but once there are nine victories in a row, then we cannot be careless.”
“For the sake of this tenth battle, based on what we know, they have already prepared an extremely powerful tactic.” The Bloodridge Sovereign laughed bitterly. “In addition, the chances of success for this tactic are extremely high.”
“What sort of tactic?” Linley said, puzzled.
“The Chief Sovereign of Fate will go ask the Chief Sovereign of Light, Augusta, for assistance. He will borrow large numbers of Twelve-Winged Angels,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said solemnly. “Linley, you should know that in the battle above the Stellar River, the main reason one side loses is due to a lack of morale; one side is routed. Anyon
e with a consciousness is susceptible to fear, can be routed.”
Linley nodded. He knew that an army being routed was like a mountain toppling.
When two sides were fighting in the Stellar Corridor, given the width of the corridor, only so many soldiers could battle at once. Once one side was routed, even if the soldiers in the back had yet to even fight, they would still be affected.
“But Twelve-Winged Angels are different. They are absolutely devoted to the Chief Sovereign of Light. When the Chief Sovereign of Light gives the order, even if the order is for them to throw their lives away, they won’t hesitate at all,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said helplessly. “In addition, these Twelve-Winged Angels all have at least the power of a Seven Star Fiend. Some are even close to commanders in strength!”
“Think about it. This is a group of powerful experts who have no fear of death at all. In addition, they are able to form into all sorts of battle formations and work together in extremely marvelous ways. They don’t harbor any trace of individual desires within them at all. How astonishingly powerful then would an army like this be in the Planar Wars?” The Bloodridge Sovereign sighed. “Fortunately, the birth of every single Twelve-Winged Angel is a laborious affair. To accumulate sufficient Twelve-Winged Angels requires an extremely long period of time. In the past, the Chief Sovereign of Fate asked the Chief Sovereign of Light twice to borrow these Angels. He didn’t want to borrow them too often, because it is simply too hard to create a Twelve-Winged Angel.”
Linley couldn’t help but nod in acknowledgment.
Fearless. Selfless. Good teamwork. Powerful.
In the Stellar Corridor, due to their fearlessness, there was no way that they would be routed. If you wanted to win, you had to annihilate every single Twelve-Winged Angel.
This sort of army was indeed terrifying!
“Because of this, the Chief Sovereign of Fate has, in the past, owed the Chief Sovereign of Light two favors.” The Bloodridge Sovereign laughed calmly. “In the past, the Divine Light Plane, since it didn’t have many experts, won fairly rarely. Those Twelve-Winged Angels are simply too rare, and so they can only be used as trump cards, and can only be used once or twice. Thus, Augusta isn’t able to use them for himself. He chose to instead exchange them for favors from the Chief Sovereign of Fate.”
The Bloodridge Sovereign sighed, “All I know is that once, he called in one of the favors to ask the Chief Sovereign of Fate to help him. It was because of the Chief Sovereign of Fate’s help, along with his own luck, that he was able to acquire that Overgod weapon.”
Linley now understood.
“So the Chief Sovereign of Fate actually owed him two favors. One was used up, while the other remains.” Linley now completely understood.
It seemed as though the Chief Sovereign of Light hadn’t lied to him at all. Originally, if he truly had chased into the Celestial Realm, the enraged Chief Sovereign of Light probably truly would have asked the Chief Sovereign of Fate to kill him.
“However, this time, the Chief Sovereign of Fate is going to end up owing him yet another favor.” The Bloodridge Sovereign laughed calmly. “Over the course of countless years, Augusta has accumulated yet another batch of Twelve-Winged Angels. Most likely, he will go participate. Augusta truly is lucky; he took over both of the Angelic Resurrection Pools that are able to give birth to Twelve-Winged Angels. In addition, he accumulates pure souls from the material realms. By patiently waiting, he is able to slowly build up an army of Twelve-Winged Angels. Alas, this army of fearless, Deity-level Angels… they truly are troublesome.”
“Oh, yes, they are quite troub—” Linley was laughing, but suddenly…
Linley’s face froze, and then instantly turned ashen!
“Linley, what is it?” Boson saw that Linley’s face was looking strange.
“You, you said… he would accumulate a batch of Twelve-Winged Angels, and then, send them to the Planar Battlefield?” Linley stared at Boson. “All of them?”
“Yes, essentially all of them,” the Bloodridge Sovereign said, puzzled. “What is it? That look on your face…?”
“I’m, I’m fine. Boson, I need to calm down. You can go back now.” Linley’s mind was currently in a state of complete chaos.
“Oh.” Although puzzled, the Bloodridge Sovereign didn’t ask any more questions, instead leaving.
Within the vast, empty courtyard, Linley was the only person remaining.
“When virtually every member in this batch of Twelve-Winged Angels is sent to the Planar Battlefield… in the midst of that wild, savage battle, most likely nearly all of them will perish. It would be amazing if even 10% survived.” Linley’s mind was in a state of chaos. “My mother, she… she should be amongst them. If she is sent to the Planar Battlefield…”
Linley was terrified.
“What should I do?” Linley was in a state of complete chaos.
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Linley took two deep breaths in a row. His chest rose and fell like the bellows of a furnace… and afterwards, he regained his calm.
“Since Augusta made a promise to the Chief Sovereign of Fate, Orloff, he will definitely act with full force. No wonder he has always protected his Twelve-Winged Angels so well, and rarely allows them to go out on missions.” Linley’s gaze was clear. “My mother should be a Twelve-Winged Angel. Six hundred or so years from now, if I don’t interfere, she will definitely be sent to the Planar Wars!”
Linley frowned slightly, then murmured, “Six hundred years…”
With regards to Augusta, Linley definitely wanted to kill him, whether for the sake of Beirut or for the Four Divine Beasts clan. Originally, Linley had been planning to wait until his power increased before he would go and kill Augusta. Not only would he fulfill the wishes of Beirut and the Four Divine Beasts clan, he would also be able to save his mother.
Several birds with one stone!
“But now, I have to give something up!”
“One option. Give up my mother, focus on training, and after I succeed, kill Augusta.”
“The second option. Find a fire-type Lesser Sovereign that I don’t know, kill him, and fuse with his Sovereign spark. After my power increases, go kill Augusta.”
“The third option. Resist and endure for now, and lower my head! Go negotiate with Augusta!”
Linley almost instantly came to his decision.
Giving up his mother? Impossible.
Murder a fire-type Sovereign for no reason? Linley wasn’t capable of this either. In addition, if he did, he would be violating the Pact that the Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts had set up.
“Fine, then.” Linley took a deep breath, his gaze steely and resolved. “For now, I’ll resist and endure!”
“Linley!”
Right at this moment, two figures walked over from the gardens. It was Beirut and Bluefire. Previously, although Linley had not been able to kill Augusta, the power that he had revealed was still slightly greater than Augusta’s. If the two had fought to the death, Augusta’s chance of death was higher.
Thus, Augusta no longer dared to offend Linley.
Naturally, Beirut and Bluefire were now able to casually wander about in the Infernal Realm with their Sovereign clones! After having spent so many years hiding in the Yulan Plane, they were naturally pleased at having their freedom again.
“Linley, just now, the Bloodridge Sovereign came. Was there something important?” Beirut chuckled while stroking his beard.
As they were both Sovereigns as well, the two of them had naturally noticed the arrival of the Bloodridge Sovereign. Only, the Bloodridge Sovereign, Boson, clearly wanted to meet with Linley privately, and so the two of them hadn’t shown themselves earlier. They waited for the Bloodridge Sovereign to depart before emerging.
“It is regarding the Planar Wars, and regarding me taking on Emissaries. Six hundred years from now, a Planar War will begin, and the battl
ing sides will be the Infernal Realm and the Celestial Realm. This particular Planar War is extremely important,” Linley said, then repeated the information he had heard in detail.
Beirut and Bluefire listened carefully. Afterwards, they sighed in amazement.
“So Augusta has been so incredibly fortunate. No wonder even the Chief Sovereign of Fate owes him a favor,” Beirut said with a sigh.
“The Twelve-Winged Angel army can indeed play a deciding role in a Planar War.” Bluefire breathed in surprise. “If they all charge forward together, it is all but guaranteed that they will achieve victory in a Planar War. The reward for winning ten consecutive rounds is breathtaking as well. No wonder the Chief Sovereign of Fate would go ask Augusta for help.”
In the previous Planar War that Linley had experienced, the combatants were the Divine Light Plane and the Divine Darkness Plane.
Victory or defeat in that battle didn’t matter much; naturally, there had been very few Sovereigns controlling matters from behind.
“Linley, what did you just say? The army of Twelve-Winged Angels is going to the Planar War? Doesn’t that mean…” Beirut suddenly realized what this portended. “Your mother, she…”
“Right.” Linley gave Beirut a helpless glance. “Tell me, do I have any other choices?”
Beirut pondered for a moment.
Six hundred years…
Linly had spent five thousand years to reach his current level. To make another large breakthrough in six hundred years? Even Beirut himself didn’t feel much confidence in Linley.
“Then you…” Beirut looked towards Linley.
“I’ve decided that tomorrow, I will go to the Divine Light Plane!” Linley said calmly as he stared into the distant skies. His gaze seemed to penetrate the walls of reality, seeing the Divine Light Plane from afar.
Beirut was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Sometimes, to accomplish great things, one has to be able to submit and endure. As I see it, to Augusta, you are a Paragon who no longer has any untapped potential. I imagine that in his heart, he doesn’t feel too much fear towards you. If you negotiate with him, the chances of success will be quite high. In the future… you can get rid of him later.”
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