Chapter 601: The Battle for Spoils

That blurry silhouette hovered in front of the rift, its sense of existence still strong enough to make the entire void tremble.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures were still shouting frantically, the parallel world wizards were still trembling in despair, but when that voice sounded, everything went quiet.

"I didn't expect you to be able to do this much." The Alliance leader's voice was low, carrying a hint of weariness, like a giant who had been woken up, "It seems I underestimated you."

It tilted its head slightly, its blurry gaze sweeping over the wizards of the four major factions, and then it nodded, as if making a judgment on something. "I acknowledge your power." Its voice raised a bit, carrying a kind of condescending generosity, "As compensation, I allow you to join the Alliance."

The void was quiet for a moment.

The high-ranking members of the Myriad Worlds Alliance were stunned for a moment, then exploded.

"Leader!" A Tier 8 behemoth covered in golden scales raised its head abruptly, its voice urgent, "These wizards killed so many of our people, how can..."

"Right, Leader!" Another energy aggregate flashed crazily, its emotions agitated, "These creatures calling themselves wizards are too greedy; they are definitely not good things!"

"Leader, think twice!"

Those commanders whose tribes had suffered less damage echoed one after another, the vigilance and hostility in their eyes almost overflowing.

They had finally occupied a place in the Alliance; if these wizards joined, with their combat power, it wouldn't be long before they climbed over their heads.

But those commanders who had been crippled had a completely different attitude.

A beast commander covered in wounds struggled to crawl up, its voice hoarse: "Leader is wise! These wizards have strong combat power; joining us is a good thing!"

"Right! We are just lacking such combat power!"

"Welcome! Warmly welcome!"

They smiled uglier than they cried, but the desire for survival in their eyes was clearly visible.

As long as they could survive, as long as they could keep their last bit of foundation, let them take the position if they wanted.

And the most intense reaction came from those defecting wizards.

Wald stood at the back of the crowd, the expression on his face changing from fear to pale, then from pale to ashen.

If the four major factions were really incorporated, they, these defectors, would be traitors who had defected to the enemy and would be the first to be liquidated.

"Leader!" He lunged forward, his voice trembling, "You cannot incorporate them! They will not submit to anyone! They are exterminating our civilization..."

The leader didn't reply, just looked at him.

Wald felt as if he had been choked by an invisible hand, unable to make any sound again.

The expressions of the parallel world wizards were also changing at this moment.

When that Tier 9 pressure descended just now, they thought they were dead for sure.

Those veterans who had experienced world-ending wars even began to recall their short and painful lives.

But now, the leader said "I allow you to join the Alliance"...

What did this mean?

Did it mean they didn't have to die?

Did it mean their civilization still had a way to live?

Some had hope shining in their eyes, some quietly clenched their fists, and others subconsciously looked in the direction of the four major factions, wanting to see how those powerful peers would respond.

Then they saw that the wizards of the four major factions had no reaction at all.

It couldn't be said that there was absolutely no reaction, but those Tier 8 wizards hovered in the void, their expressions as calm as if listening to a joke unrelated to themselves. Although their expressions were somewhat strange, they seemed to be directed at the surrounding wizards.

As for that Myriad Worlds Alliance leader, they didn't seem to care much.

The parallel world wizards were stunned.

That was a Tier 9.

A Tier 9 creature said it wanted to incorporate you, and this is your reaction?

The Myriad Worlds Alliance leader also seemed to sense the strangeness of the atmosphere.

Its gaze swept over those expressionless Tier 8 wizards, its voice sinking: "What, no answer?"

No one answered it.

Because just when it asked the question, the Tier 8 wizards looked at each other, and then... suddenly took action, fighting each other.

One hundred thousand Tier 8 wizards instantly split into four camps in the void: Star Ring Alliance against Crimson Throne, Void Architecture Institute against Anti-Entropy Alliance. Then they quickly broke up and reorganized, turning into a chaotic battle.

The fluctuations of laws and energy spread in all directions like a tsunami, and the entire void trembled in their battle.

Space was torn and healed, healed and torn; time accelerated and decelerated in local areas, decelerated and accelerated; causality lines were torn and reconnected, reconnected and torn.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance leader narrowed its eyes slightly, watching the scene before it, slightly surprised.

The combat power of these Tier 8 wizards from the parallel world was even stronger than it had anticipated.

That way of using laws, that degree of control over power, that understanding of the essence of the world... combined, the combat power they displayed was exaggerated.

If it could incorporate such a batch of combat power...

Its gaze became even more eager.

It was certain that its decision just now was correct.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance commanders were also startled by this sudden infighting.

But they quickly reacted, mocking smiles appearing on their faces.

"Hahahaha!" A beast commander laughed until it bent over, "Look, they haven't even joined yet and they're already fighting for positions!"

"Are they all doing it to perform in front of the leader?" Another energy aggregate let out a harsh laugh, "Truly the style of low-tier creatures." "These guys don't think showing off their power will make them the leader, do they?"

The parallel world wizards watched this infighting, the hope in their faces gradually turning into disappointment.

So these powerful wizards were just like the people of the Myriad Worlds Alliance, willing to take action against their companions without hesitation for power and status. A Tier 6 wizard who had just signed the contract lowered his head, unable to bear watching anymore: "It's over... the wizard civilization is over..."

The counterpart beside him—a Tier 6 wizard of the Star Ring Alliance—looked at him with a strange expression after hearing this.

"Why... why are you looking at me?" The parallel world wizard felt a bit creeped out.

"Nothing." The counterpart withdrew his gaze, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if trying to hold back laughter.

"Are you... aren't you fighting for command after joining the Alliance?" The parallel world wizard sensed something wrong from his counterpart's attitude.

The counterpart finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing: "Join the Alliance, who said that?"

He pointed at the group of Tier 8 wizards fighting: "They are fighting for spoils."

"Spoils?" The parallel world wizard was stunned.

"Right." The counterpart nudged his chin toward the rift, "That's a Tier 9 creature, alive. Whoever grabs it, it's theirs." The parallel world wizard opened his mouth wide, unable to say a word.

"... Ah?"

The chaotic battle ended quickly.

From start to finish, it took no more than a few breaths.

A Tier 8 wizard of the Crimson Throne broke free from the chaotic battle first, his body shrouded in thick blood-colored mist, his aura violent as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

His face carried pure, heartfelt excitement.

"This material is ours!"

He laughed and flew toward the Myriad Worlds Alliance leader.

Behind him, the Tier 8 wizards of the Star Ring Alliance, Void Architecture Institute, and Anti-Entropy Alliance followed closely, their faces looking worse than the last.

Some were cursing, some were gnashing their teeth, and some were flying while turning back to glare at the companions left behind.

"Meatball, you have no shame!! We clearly discovered it first!"

"Bullshit! Whoever grabs it, it's theirs!"

"Earth-movers, didn't you say you weren't interested in this kind of creature?"

"That was just now! Now I'm interested!"

The Tier 8 wizards were cursing at each other, but their flying speeds were faster than the last.

Those parallel world wizards who were just struggling in despair were now completely dumbfounded.

They watched those Tier 8 wizards rushing toward that Tier 9 silhouette as if they had been injected with stimulants, their minds blank.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance leader's expression had completely changed by now.

It stood in front of the rift, watching the group of Tier 8 wizards flying toward it, watching the greedy, prey-like gaze in their eyes, and immediately understood what these wizards were thinking.

It had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, seen countless civilizations, fought countless wars, and had always been the one treating others as prey.

And now, a group of Tier 8 creatures were looking at it with the eyes of a hunter looking at prey.

"Seeking death."

Feeling offended, its voice turned cold.

It raised its hand and pressed lightly toward the group of Tier 8 wizards.

【World Modification】.

In that instant, the laws of the entire void were distorted.

That area selected by it was being erased from the level of existence.

The Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures let out thunderous cheers.

They knew that an existence directly erased by a Tier 9 creature wouldn't even have a soul left.

Then the cheering sound effect got stuck.

That erased area was indeed empty, but those Tier 8 wizards... were still there.

They hovered in the void, not even slowing down, still arguing while flying forward.

The leader's "World Modification" seemed to have no effect on them at all.

The Tier 8 wizard of the Crimson Throne in the lead even looked up at the leader, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Just this?

"Tsk! Just a low-tier Tier 9." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, his tone as flat as if evaluating the quality of a piece of meat, "Dispatching three people would be enough to completely suppress it."

The wizards chasing behind him immediately erupted in dissatisfied protest.

"Since you think it's not good, why don't you leave it to us!"

"It should be my turn!"

"You took the lion's share in the last war; this time it should be our turn!"

That Tier 8 wizard didn't pay any attention to the protests behind him.

He raised his hand and pointed behind him: "You three, come with me. The rest..."

He paused, looked back at the other Tier 8 wizards of other factions who were still approaching rapidly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a malicious smile: "Stop them."

The three Tier 8 wizards called out didn't hesitate to break away from the team and accelerate toward the leader.

And the remaining Crimson Throne wizards turned around in unison, facing the other Tier 8 wizards with ashen faces, revealing brilliant smiles.

"Everyone, sorry about this."

"Bastards!"

"Damn animals!!!"

In the void, the chaotic battle erupted again.

(Added chapter, seeking monthly tickets) ===== CHAPTER 602 =====