Chapter 596: Multiverse Alliance

The integration of the two witch civilizations progressed smoothly.

The dueling arena operated from morning till night, the glow of contracts never ceasing.

Wizards from the parallel worlds, with their families in tow, moved off the shattered warships and into temporary settlements built by the four factions. They received new robes, ate hot meals, and some even began receiving basic re-education.

The witch civilization gained a batch of counterparts; the parallel-world wizards gained more knowledge and resources, and everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves.

But not everyone was pleased with all this.

Outside the dueling arena, in a hidden chamber within the chaotic mess of dimensional fragments that formed the war machine, a dozen figures gathered silently. They wore the tattered robes common to parallel-world wizards, their faces gaunt, bodies deformed, indistinguishable from their fellow wizards waiting in line for contracts.

But their eyes were different.

Those waiting in line had hope, relief, even genuine delight—"It's actually good!"

These people had none of that—only fury crushed to its limit, and a near-mad resolve.

The leader among them was barely recognizable as human.

His lower body had fused completely with some crystalline inorganic structure; his upper body barely retained a human outline, but beneath his skin, foreign matter writhed continuously.

He was Wald, one of the members of the Parallel World Supreme Council, an eighth-rank wizard.

On those shattered warships, his orders decided the life or death of billions of lives.

Now, he could not even control his own fate.

"Everyone is here," he rasped, his voice like rusted iron scraping together.

The figures around him nodded silently.

Wald's gaze swept over them—all were members of the Supreme Council, the former rulers who had stood atop this witch civilization.

Each had ruled a dimension, commanded legions, and struggled for millennia on blood-soaked battlefields.

Now they hid like rats in shadows, waiting to be dragged off one by one to become "research assistants" to their counterparts. "We bled for this civilization," Wald's voice dropped lower still. "We survived seven apocalyptic wars, held onto our last refuge, and scraped knowledge from the ruins. Now they come—dressed in fine robes, spouting righteousness—and demand we sign contracts, become assistants, and thank them for it."

He paused, and the one human eye in his face flickered with savagery: "Why?"

No one answered.

Not because they disagreed—but because they all knew the answer: Because of power.

Because the opposing side had casually dispatched a delegation of four hundred peak eighth-rank wizards, because behind them stood hundreds of thousands of eighth-rank wizards, because of the four war machines they had never even seen, because of a civilization they could never reach…

Silence spread through the shadows.

Wald withdrew his gaze: "So I have chosen another path."

He raised his hand, and a dark red crystal materialized in his palm.

Inside the crystal, a twisted light pulsed slowly, like a living heart.

The sight of the crystal changed the faces of the surrounding council members.

Some instinctively stepped back; some gripped their staves; others breathed more rapidly.

"The spatial coordinates of the Multiverse Alliance," Wald said. "I extracted them from the spiritual sea of a high-ranking Alliance member during the last war. Those natives have always wanted our core dimension's coordinates. Now, I can give them to them."

Long silence followed.

A female council member spoke first, her voice trembling: "You know what kind of treatment awaits us on the other side—if the witch civilization falls, we won't fare any better."

"At least we won't have to sign that damned contract," Wald sneered coldly. "Or do you think your counterparts will truly be gentle gentlemen?"

Another silence fell among those present.

They had gathered not only because their power was about to be stripped—but because they knew themselves too well.

Each knew exactly how bottomless their own depravity was; naturally, they did not believe their counterparts were good people. One by one, they nodded.

Seeing this, Wald did not hesitate.

He crushed the crystal. Dark red light exploded, transforming into countless fine runes that wove before him into a spinning portal. Beyond the portal lay thick, nearly solid darkness—and countless eyes opening within it.

"Go."

Wald stepped through the portal first; the council members followed one after another.

The Multiverse Alliance had no borders.

This colossal entity, composed of countless native civilizations, devoured one dimension after another in the endless chaos of the void.

Each dimension devoured meant one more member, one more army, one more source of power.

Under the leadership of this ninth-rank being, the number of eighth-rank beings in the Multiverse Alliance was staggering.

The council hall floated above a dimension utterly drained of all energy.

Every inch of space here was saturated with near-solid malice.

Around the long table sat hundreds of figures, each in wildly different forms.

There were scaled beastmen, luminous entities composed of pure energy, soft-bodied creatures with countless tentacles for lower halves, and others nearly indistinguishable from humans.

They were the core of the Multiverse Alliance—the ultimate beneficiaries who had devoured countless civilizations. Now, all of them stared at the new projection at the far end of the table.

Wald's figure was blurred, but the madness and resolve in his eyes pierced the distant void and projected clearly before each of them. "You say you bring intelligence on another witch civilization?" the beastman leader spoke, his voice like sandpaper on metal. "I didn't expect you to be so determined—you've already decided to sever ties with that civilization…"

"No," Wald rasped. "I mean another witch civilization—genuinely another. Stronger, richer, more complete."

The atmosphere around the table shifted instantly.

The previously languid, indifferent figures all sat upright.

The luminous entities brightened a full level; the tentacled beings' limbs writhed restlessly.

Wald wasted no words—he unfolded the intelligence on the four factions, laying every scrap he had gathered before them. "You show us this to make us back down?" the beastman leader's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"No," Wald's gaze swept over every figure at the table. "I'm here to tell you—they're busy integrating my civilization. All their attention is fixed on the dueling arena. Their defenses? Full of holes."

At these words, a stir erupted at the council table; the figures exchanged signals in their own ways.

Moments later, the leader rose: "Interesting. High value for conquest…"

He looked up at the entire council hall: "Mobilize the armies. We launch a new campaign!"

"Oh!!!"

Soon after, the Multiverse Alliance's armies assembled at an astonishing speed.

The leader stood on the podium; countless soldiers stood silent, awaiting their oath before departure.

"They call themselves the witch civilization," the leader said. "They plunder dimensions, enslave life, rewrite rules, and twist the entire void's order into their desired shape." He paused. "Now, they've found new prey."

"But we will not let them succeed," the leader's gaze swept over the assembling armies. "The purpose of the Multiverse Alliance is to oppose such tyranny. Every oppressed civilization has the right to survive; every polluted void has the right to be purified. Today, we fight not merely for ourselves…"

His voice rose sharply, echoing across every fleet: "We fight for justice across the endless chaotic void!" Roars surged like a tidal wave.

The twisted, grotesque, strange figures raised their weapons simultaneously, unleashing their species' unique war cries.

A trillion voices merged, shaking the drained dimensional wreckage to its core.

Wald stood within the projection, watching it all, a flicker of mockery in his eyes.

Justice?

He knew better than anyone: "Justice" was merely an excuse for consumption.

Every time the Multiverse Alliance arrived at a dimension, it drained everything—resources, energy, life, souls—leaving nothing behind.

No civilization "liberated" by them had ever survived.

But he didn't care.

As long as he could eliminate his counterpart—that was all that mattered.