God-Made God, born in the lower levels of the tower.

This is the most central area of the city, where countless ephemera have accumulated, forming a crystalline, scarlet lake that completely submerges the base of the tower and the godstone mines. In a sense, it is the "source of magic" created by the clan, not only strengthening the conversion ability of the Birth Tower, but also a necessary place for cultivating high-level magic stones.

Therefore, the promotion rituals that drive the clan's continuous growth are often held here. Each city may have its own differences, but in this lower area with sacred significance, the structure is basically the same.

Crossing the ritual plaza, Silence of Disaster paused for a moment.

Looking at the familiar scene before it, it seemed to hear countless people shouting the name "Sharrita," and Valkyries in white robes slowly walked towards it.

...However, judging from the ephemera dust scattered on the stone slabs, it was clear that this place had not been opened for a long time.

Since the widespread application of subterranean civilization's symbiosis technology, the promotion ritual from Native to Ascendant has been replaced by implantation. Native individuals who have undergone initial screening have a higher probability of Ascending, which has greatly increased the number of Ascendants, forming the mainstay of the clan's current combat power.

The one who leads this technology is the Masked Lord Nasopelle. He claims that as long as the research continues, not only Ascendants, but even high-level Promoters can hopefully be cultivated in large quantities through the same method.

Although many people question that this not only destroys ancient traditions but also endangers the stability of the clan, the King affirmed and supported it.

While the increased success rate of promotion can greatly enhance the clan's strength, its shortcomings are also a fact—in these hundreds of years, the number of Ascendants has increased dozens of times, but the number of people who have been promoted to higher levels through rituals is very few, and there has not been a single Grand Lord.

If in the future, high-level Promoters and Grand Lords can be born through magic stone implantation, this sacred place that has witnessed countless glories will probably become unnecessary...

Seroshahi lightly exhaled, extinguishing all the thoughts surging in its mind.

Memories mean hesitation, and hesitation brings flaws.

That's something it absolutely needs to abandon.

Crossing the plaza, it entered the central tower located on the cliff wall.

The Ascendants guarding here bowed to it one after another.

Almost unimpeded, Silence of Disaster found the magic source it had locked onto in the control room at the top of the tower.

"Is there something?" Nasopelle seemed to be focused on adjusting the structure of the magic core, asking without turning his head.

The sword hilt was drawn.

Seroshahi leaped forward with all its strength, stabbing straight at the Masked Lord—

This was its first strike since recovering from its injuries, and it used all its strength in the first strike!

The Masked Lord is not good at combat. That's something all the Grand Lords know, but Seroshahi is clear that that's on a fair battlefield—if placed outside, ten Masked Lords would not be worth fearing. Whether in terms of magic level or physical strength, it far surpasses the other.

Not to mention the experience and instinct brought by tens of thousands of life-and-death battles.

But this is not the wilderness.

Even the dullest beast can turn its long-inhabited lair into a daunting secret cave, let alone Nasopelle. From the rise of God-Made God to the arrival at the Dawn Frontier, that time was enough for the other party to transform the lower area into its own territory. In other words, it was standing on an extremely unfavorable battlefield from the beginning.

Intuition also tells it that it cannot have any contempt!

The distance of dozens of steps vanished in an instant. The speed increased to the extreme turned the sword blade into a cold light. Accompanied by the blooming air wave ripples, it pierced straight into Nasopelle's body.

The latter let out a roar of astonishment and pain. At the same time, the entire room seemed to come alive. Countless stone needles shot out from all directions, sealing off all of Silence's retreat.

It had to pull out the long sword and retreat rapidly. The protective Ghost Blade formed an impenetrable wall of blades around it, slashing down all the stone needles. The clanging sound of collisions was incessant for a time!

"You... what are you doing!" Nasopelle roared, clutching his wound.

Silence of Disaster then raised its weapon again and launched a second round of attack—the touch of the previous strike did not feel like piercing into a living thing at all, but more like stabbing into a pile of grease and metal parts. It vaguely realized that the other party was transforming into another kind of species. No matter what it eventually becomes, it's feared it will be difficult to return to the same kind.

Seeing that it did not answer, the Masked Lord raised his hand, and the surrounding stone walls rumbled and rose, revealing the symbiotes buried in the flesh. At the same time, it darted towards a uniquely shaped symbiote behind it—the latter actually opened its carapace, accommodating most of its body. The two combined together resembled a deformed monster.

Could this be the new symbiote it researched?

Seroshahi threw the long sword out without hesitation. The sword body passed through the gaps of the surrounding symbiotes and accurately inserted into the Masked Lord's carapace that was about to close.

This left half of the other party's body still exposed.

Then it released Divine Will, causing golden lightning to engulf the entire control room! Under the shining light, the stone needle symbiote collapsed, and the new symbiote was not much better—the long sword became a direction marker for the Divine Will's bombardment. A large amount of magic power poured into the target through the sword hilt, causing the Masked Lord to let out a long series of ear-piercing screams!

Facing the splashing sparks, Seroshahi leaped over the fallen symbiote and grabbed the hot long sword again. It used the force of the fall to press the weapon down fiercely—the screaming stopped abruptly, and the end of the blade simultaneously tilted upwards, cutting from the Masked Lord's chest all the way to the top of its head, cutting its upper body in half.

"Clang."

The mask, split in two, slid from Nasopelle's head and fell to the floor.

"Twenty-two... seconds."

It turned its head slowly, saying with a face that was barely remaining.

"...Is that the last thing you have to say?" Seroshahi pulled out the blood-stained weapon.

"The human... unit of time is not bad. I will... borrow it," the Masked Lord said intermittently. "And this is... the time the symbiote bought you. Heh... I thought it would be a little longer."

"The closer to death the battle, the more breakthroughs I can achieve," Silence said expressionlessly. "Compared to me before the serious injury, I am now stronger. It's a pity that you and your creations will never understand this."

"That's why... I hate uncertain things," the Masked Lord's voice gradually weakened. "But, uncertainty means that it cannot be replicated... As long as I have time, I will surely surpass... the limits of the clan..."

"There won't be a future."

"Why are you so... certain?" A strange smile appeared on the only intact face. "Remember... what I said? In the face of knowledge, even the most powerful body... is nothing more than this..."

Seroshahi's instinct suddenly sensed a strong danger!

"That's right, let me... give you a gift," the Masked Lord said in a low voice. "It's something I collected from humans... You shouldn't be unfamiliar with it."

As the voice fell, the symbiote carapace combined with it opened again, revealing layers of sacs covering the muscles underneath.

The sacs were filled with human explosives!

It actually brought this kind of thing so close to the Birth Tower?

What the hell... is this guy thinking?

Seroshahi's expression changed drastically. Before it could step back, an extremely dazzling red light suddenly occupied its entire field of vision!

With a loud boom, a fireball spewed out from the top of the central tower and quickly expanded into a semi-circular ball of light—under its illumination, the lake surface refracted a brilliant, shimmering light. When the fireball exploded, the lower city seemed to tremble, and the violent shock wave caused the cliff walls to peel off and fall into the lake, making a thunderous roar!

The fireball rapidly decayed after exhausting its light and heat, leaving a large blank area in the sky above the Ephemera Lake. The high temperature caused the unignited ephemera to flee. The "blank" could not heal for a long time, and the Native and Ascendant individuals located in the area could only struggle to fall, watching helplessly as the Birth Tower not far away suffocated and died.

Seroshahi did not feel the corresponding heat or pain.

Within this distance, the explosion would be further amplified by the abundant ephemera, and the violent air waves should be enough to tear it into several pieces—

It slowly lowered its arm that was blocking in front of it and opened its eyes again.

It saw Heikzord standing with his hand outstretched, holding up a huge Twisted Gate in front of it.

And where the door did not obstruct, everything in the room had been reduced to dust, and half of the top of the tower had been almost razed to the ground.