With countless human settlements as the dividing line, the greater the number of professionals and the more prosperous the area, the denser the starlight.
At this moment, looking at the star-studded land, Anvis suddenly had a feeling. It was as if he was facing an extremely huge chessboard, and everything under his feet were extremely small chess pieces that could be manipulated at will.
It is as if you are facing an extremely huge stage, and everything else is just a supporting role, just to set off your own glory.
Of course, this feeling goes away just as quickly as it comes.
When I think about my current strength and the enemies I face, my heart is immediately filled with humility and low-keyness.
Even if this world is really a chessboard of some kind of existence, then he trapped under the zenith wall can only be regarded as one of the chess pieces on the board at best, not even the protagonist at this moment.
Shaking his head, Anvis turned his head and looked into the distance.
In the distant sky, at the same height as him, dozens of stars that were as bright as the silver moon were guarding the sun-like main star in the center, and seemed to be performing some kind of secret ritual.
At the same time, according to Avis's observation, many ninth-order people have rushed there urgently, preparing to nip it in the bud.
Judging from that number, I am afraid that it is not just the ninth-level power of the Federation's many prophets. The other two major empires on the mainland have also noticed the drastic changes in the web of destiny, and began to secretly send ninth-level teams into the Federation, preparing for opportunities to intervene.
At this moment, the opponent's mysterious prophet's degree of interference with the web of destiny has exceeded sixty.
"Is the most critical battle finally about to begin?"
Anvis looked at the distant sky. At this moment, it was not only illuminated by the starlight from the perspective of destiny, but actually lit up.
"...It's really a grand performance, Mr. Farr."
The terrifying magic light rising into the sky was accompanied by huge magic fluctuations. Even if Anvis was far away, the aftermath of the powerful magic there could be felt.
However, even if the scale of the battle has reached this level, in Anvis' sight, those stars are always as bright as before.
It is obvious that the parliament is well prepared for this moment tonight.
So, in this epic drama with the entire Federation as the stage, the legendary terrorist resistance organization "Circle of Truth" will naturally not be absent.
As his thoughts moved, a figure with a pale mask and a black hood and cloak suddenly appeared beside him.
The extremely real aura of the ninth level rules emanates from the body surface of this figure.
This was not his regular flesh and blood clone, but a special clone that was transformed using the ninth-level extreme corpse that was temporarily kept by Langton as a material.
Although Dark Crow had previously consumed most of the power of the rules, the remaining part was enough to prove his identity as the 'Ninth Level Ultimate'.
After connecting with the clone with his mind, the clone disappeared instantly and rushed towards the distance that was already illuminated by the magic light.
At the same time, his body began to remotely connect to all the rune arrays previously arranged in the magic crystal mining area, ready to activate them at any time.
He had actually already been prepared for today's scene.
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On the other side, where many stars of destiny gather, the battle has entered a dilemma on the side of the prophets.
The huge three-dimensional defense array shimmered in the sky, surrounded by a spherical wall of light with faint blue runes. It was almost blazing white at the moment, blocking all external attacks like a natural moat.
It was a giant defensive array built by a dozen ninth-level and ninth-level extreme people. It had extremely powerful magic deflection and absorption effects, and it was simply not something that these ninth-level people could break through.
The prophet side has even used terminal-level weapons beyond the ninth level, but with the power of the entire construction network at this moment, even limit-breaking weapons are powerless against that barrier.
In the core area of the magic circle, many ninth-level parliaments are following the speaker's previous instructions to communicate and build a network through the crowned headband.
And use itself as a container to gather as much spiritual power as possible to build the network.
Originally, they didn't have much idea about building a network. But after they truly felt the huge power gathered by the network, many ninth-level people suddenly became full of confidence.
"...What a wonderful power! In this state, I even have the confidence to touch the real ninth level limit!"
Sensing that all attacks from the outside world had failed, a ninth-level man who looked like an Argonian spoke excitedly.
The feeling of power in the body that is so full that it is almost overflowing cannot be deceived. Even the magic circle maintained by just a small part of the outflowing power is enough to block a limit-breaking attack.
"Ninth level limit? That is no longer the opponent we need to consider now."
Hearing his words, at the core of the giant magic circle, surrounded by eight white-gold inscribed spiers, the speaker who guided the super secret ritual shook his head.
"Don't worry about them, just like ants cannot block a river, the strength of the power we have now has completely surpassed this era.
It is the aggregation of pan-consciousness power of nearly 100 million network connectors in most of the federation. If it is regarded as a whole existence, then its power has far exceeded the ninth level.
If its power is completely gathered into a magic, only this kind of power can truly hope to break through this invisible dome that traps us."
"Of course, this power can only be used once tonight. Our enemies will never allow the construct network to continue to exist."
Listening to the speaker's words, the eyes of many ninth-level people flickered.
Although they are a bit reluctant to part with it, judging from a rational point of view, this may not be a bad thing for them.
It can only be used once, which means that after tonight, no matter whether the plan is successful or not, everyone will still return to the original starting line.
Otherwise, they will have no choice but to compete for control over the constructed network.
Looking at the ninth-level people who were silent again, the Speaker turned his head and looked to the distance to one side.
In that direction, the Sky City of the Magic Council was looming in the clouds, reflecting the faint silvery moonlight.
It has been less than half an hour since this unprecedented super-level magic was completely completed.
And when the magic is completed, it is the moment when Gray Mist breaks through the ninth-level prophet.
Stargazer...now, what are you going to do?
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On the other side, in the Sky City, [Secret Seeker] Alwani also felt the same way.
Ever since [Stargazer] Brentz retreated to recuperate, he and Vernica have taken turns sitting in the Sky City.
Now, even if he is not a prophet, as a person at the ninth level, the web of fate has undergone such a huge change, which can still make him feel vaguely.
At the same time, the star of destiny left to him by the stargazer was already burning hot.
Thinking about what Olvani told him, this star contained the power of three prophecies, Olvani tried to activate it. With a flash of light, invisible ripples of destiny spread out from the web of destiny like water waves.
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As a result, something went wrong in the operation of the magic circle on the Speaker's side.
A rune suddenly collapsed, followed by a whole series of chain reactions.
Even if the Speaker immediately took action to stabilize the out-of-control formation structure, the previous nearly half an hour's arrangement was almost in vain, and the progress was greatly slowed down.
So Alwani activated the star of destiny twice again.