Chapter 555: Clash

Coincidentally, on the top floor of the Wieldenstein Building, in Consulius Wieldenstein's office, people were also observing a three-dimensional map projected by magic, with red and blue lights flickering on it.

At this moment, if General George Mattiola were present, he would be astonished to find that in this office, which covered an area of 1,500 square meters and was surrounded by greenery like a garden, several demigods beyond his intelligence were gathered.

There were Hazel Wieldenstein, Utreid Demacia, Caroline Zhukov—the Red Widow who had recently shone in the Battle of Rochelle Gorge—the masked Sleep Twins, the demigod mage Faust, Consulius Wieldenstein's most capable right-hand man whose whereabouts had never been tracked, and his chief security officer, the legendary level-five magic swordsman Guderla.

In addition, there was a thin man in a red jumpsuit and matching mask, carrying twin swords on his back. He leaned against the wall, looking bored at the people before him. He seemed to want to say something, but intimidated by Consulius's gaze, he had taped his mouth shut.

"BOSS means that since the other side wants a surprise attack, we might as well take this opportunity to lure that five-star special attack general and Philip I into action."

Elisa stood before the desk, explaining to those present: "He is certain that the Violet family and the National Progressive Association behind them have joined forces with Philip I. But at this time, Philip I must not have completed his planned scheme. In contrast, we have made all necessary preparations."

"BOSS guarantees that no matter what traps they set, he can hold out for at least ten minutes. We will be the first wave of combat power, arriving on the battlefield within thirty seconds after the battle begins."

At this point, Caroline Zhukov raised her hand: "Thirty seconds—can that be done? I suspect that mad wolf will use his 'Dimensional Vortex' divine authority to seal off the surrounding void. It will be difficult for us to perform space jumps at their ambush site."

"BOSS says it can be done. We won't use void travel but instead harness the power of the stars. With Mr. Faust's cooperation, we can perform a 1,500-kilometer star jump."

As Elisa spoke, she glanced at the demigod mage Faust beside her, who nodded slightly. "Theoretically, there's no problem. Even if we encounter interference, we can reach within a hundred kilometers of the battlefield. About a minute will be enough for us to arrive and provide support."

"Then there's the second wave, including Robert Yvonne, Victor Maxim, Professor Alex Granger, Douglas Duncan, the two level-five mages from the Lynden family, Franks—a high-ranking member of the Teutonic Cross who is confirmed to participate—and Mark Targaryen, who plans to join as an individual. These individuals are currently under the other side's surveillance and will arrive slightly later. But by then, President Consulius's magic tower will be operational, allowing them to arrive in the shortest possible time—"

"And in this battle, we will deploy as many as eighteen demigod-level forces!"

Elisa's voice rose, a hint of excitement in her eyes: "We can ensure the complete annihilation of the enemy's demigods without casualties."

"The problem is, the mage Edmund alone could take out most of us here. And if it's the National Progressive Association, they might even deploy lesser gods. Also, there's the Silver Wing Duke—I've worked with him before and know his strength. That guy could also snipe most of us."

The man in the red jumpsuit tore off the tape from his mouth: "Are you sure you can annihilate them without casualties? Isn't your calculation of the power balance too lenient?"

But in the next instant, the man's body was split in two by a sudden force. At the same time, a clear voice rang out in the office.

"Mr. Beo, I am certain. Whether it's that mage, the gods they deploy, or the Silver Wing Duke you mentioned, I have ways to deal with them. All you need to handle are the demigods."

"Lucky Andrew?"

The man in the red jumpsuit sprouted numerous tendrils from both halves of his body, rapidly restoring himself to his original state. Even the jumpsuit seamlessly healed together, as if nothing had happened.

But a deep wariness flickered in his eyes. Just now, he sensed his cells' vitality declining.

Fortunately, the other party had only made a point and not completely stripped him of his regenerative ability or nullified his life divine authority.

So the man deliberately looked up, staring at a certain point in the void.

"Wow, that's really something. Life-and-death divine authority, and sword intent from the East. While chasing that mad wolf, you still had the power to kill me, or was it an Eastern avatar? This is insane. I believe you now, young Master Wieldenstein! You are a more terrifying figure than your grandfather."

"I believe that if this battle occurs, we will surely achieve victory at minimal cost."

It was Utreid Demacia who spoke now, his arms crossed over his chest: "My only concern now is whether General George Mattiola and Philip I will take the bait or have no intention of acting."

"It doesn't matter if they don't take the bait."

Elisa's lips curled slightly: "If they refuse to show themselves, then our BOSS will seize the mythical equipment from Fenrir! That will be like adding wings to a tiger for our BOSS. Once that mythical armament is in hand, I believe even the American government will have to carefully consider the consequences of intervening in this war. After that, we can fully seize the initiative and, when necessary, even ignore the agreement with the government and actively provoke war."

"Next, I'll explain your respective opponents after engagement. Mr. Demacia, your opponent is Alexandra Howard—"

But at that moment, Consulius, who had been sitting still, interrupted her: "Elisa, there's no need to discuss the detailed battle plan further. This battle may deviate slightly."

Everyone present turned their gaze to Consulius, who continued to look at the projected map.

"Their teleportation coordinates have begun to shift. I think this is because the Void Night Lord's abilities exceed the predictions of Andrew and that General."

"I'm curious, Consulius, how did you figure that out?"

The man in the red jumpsuit also looked at the map, puzzled, but then shrugged: "Whatever, if you say so. But how will things develop next? I'm really looking forward to it."

...

At this moment, Li Mochen's main body was feeling a headache. Delphinia's sudden outburst had completely disrupted his plans.

Three consecutive space jumps, and the Void Night Lord had successfully interfered with the Fenrir wolf, preventing him from reaching his intended spatial coordinates.

This also allowed Li Mochen to truly see the real strength of the Void Night Lord, Delphinia.

"—Look, such unparalleled spatial ability. It seems I have an excellent vassal. That means in previous battles, you held back at least thirty percent of your strength, right? I should take back the commission I paid you, you liar! You deceived my trust!"

Delphinia, with a dark face, ignored Li Mochen's trash talk and continued to focus on pursuing the Fenrir wolf.

Li Mochen's nagging and complaints made her even angrier and more furious. But this anger could only be vented on the enemy before her.

Under her pressure, the Fenrir wolf's face gradually turned pale. Not only could he not teleport to his intended coordinates, but he also had to face Li Mochen's increasingly close Sakura Blood Blade.

The latter had no intention of holding back. Although failing to achieve the planned goal was regrettable, he could not allow this mad wolf to escape from him. He was determined to obtain the mythical equipment in Fenrir's hands.

After the fourth space jump also deviated, the Fenrir wolf's aura gradually became狂暴.

"I see! You're using the power of the stars to calculate my position? That's really impressive. Such powerful computational ability and the ability to manipulate stars—I knew only you could frame me for the Dragon's Might! You bastard, mongrel, shit, garbage, it was you! It was you—"

The flame of hatred in Fenrir's eyes grew stronger, almost solidifying and shooting out from his pupils.

Li Mochen still didn't bother to respond. His Sakura Blood Blade had already torn through the void turbulence caused by the 'Dimensional Vortex' divine authority.

This time, due to Delphinia's strong interference, the Fenrir wolf's space travel was relatively slow, and the energy storm and spatial disorder caused by the 'Dimensional Vortex' divine authority were weaker. The pale blade light he slashed directly severed one of the opponent's right hands, causing the 'Fake Dragon's Might' he held to fly out of his hand.

Delphinia's eyes flashed with brilliance. She pursued even more recklessly. Without the threat of that at least saint-level four sniper rifle, she could indeed put aside most of her concerns. She no longer had to worry about facing a fatal bullet after completing the space jump.

Li Mochen also curled his lips, his eyes full of joy. He had already carefully examined this 'Fake Dragon's Might' and stuffed it into his void ring. His secondary body would retrieve it from the interconnected space through another void ring.

Although this saint-level four 'Fake Dragon's Might' was not as powerful as the original, its components were infinitely close. It was already sufficient to activate and bear the core divine authority of 'Dragon's Might' after embedding three core components!

He would only get the original after killing this guy, but with the 'Fake Dragon's Might', it was not much different from the complete 'Dragon's Might'.

...

After the sixth jump, Li Mochen and Delphinia had advanced further. With the latter's assistance, Li Mochen not only severed the spare gun the Fenrir wolf had produced but also cut him in half at the waist.

"I don't understand what you're saying, nor why you regard me as an enemy!"

Li Mochen's face was cold, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes.

He had long coveted the mythical equipment in the opponent's hands. Before this, he just didn't have full confidence to seize it.

Space-type mythical equipment was extremely rare even in this bright world. Especially something as powerful as the 'Dimensional Vortex', a medium-level divine authority, was even rarer.

This artifact, even in the distant mythical era, could have been a precious collection of the gods.

"But now it seems, Mr. Fenrir, you can no longer complete your revenge."

Thanks to the Void Night Lord's efforts, his next strike could sever this mad wolf's head and completely end his life.

In fact, under the assault of his life-and-death divine authority, the life force within the Fenrir wolf was nearly exhausted.

"Want to kill me? Dream on, you bastard!"

Just as Li Mochen's blade struck again, the Fenrir wolf's figure split apart like foam. Then his form reappeared intact 120 meters away. His body had fully recovered, and his aura was mostly restored.

But his face remained pale, with no trace of color on his black skin, making him look like a living corpse.

Li Mochen's eyes narrowed, and then his body turned into light, reaching Fenrir in less than a ten-thousandth of a second, slashing down with the Sakura Blood Blade again!

He didn't believe this mad wolf could use such a powerful divine authority that could evade his life-and-death divine authority interference, almost like a miracle, a second time!

Even if he could use it a second time, it didn't matter. The massive merit on the 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Tower' was enough to support over five hundred calculations.

That is, he could accurately calculate the Fenrir wolf's coordinates five hundred times in a row.

In an instant, the Fenrir wolf again used space travel to leave. Only a trace of blood remained—blood from the explosion of Fenrir's right chest. Li Mochen's Sakura Blood Blade was just a hair's breadth away from cutting his body again!

The next moment, when Li Mochen and Delphinia followed Fenrir's coordinates and crossed through space, they found themselves in a bank vault. When they spread their spiritual senses, they unsurprisingly found the 'Atlantic Intercontinental Bank' mark on the surrounding gold bars. This was clearly an important branch of the Atlantic Intercontinental Bank in Atlanta.

Using the previously deployed divine authority scroll 'Venus's Redemption', the Fenrir wolf had finally gained enough time to teleport to a spatial coordinate pre-locked by that mythical equipment.

Here, the two divine authority scrolls he had arranged simultaneously erupted. One was 'Undying Divine Flame', instantly flooding the entire vault with massive red flames, melting all the gold bricks, bars, and numerous banknotes in an instant. The extreme heat even melted the surrounding steel walls into molten iron. The second scroll was still 'Divine Thunder Punishment', summoning a vast purple thunderbolt from the sky, crashing down on Li Mochen's head.

Boom!

This time, the pure water shield Li Mochen summoned couldn't withstand the dual assault of flame and purple thunder, collapsing and evaporating in an instant. But these two divine powers still failed to cause any damage to Light Demon No. 8. A layer of earthy yellow stone armor covered the outside of the latter, allowing this magical armor to move freely through the flames and thunder unscathed.

This scene caused the Fenrir wolf's already pale face to twist almost grotesquely.

"Earth divine authority—"

The Fenrir wolf almost spat out these words through gritted teeth. The bastard before him seemed to have an endless supply of divine powers, covering every aspect with almost no weaknesses. His mana was also unimaginably vast and powerful, far from the intelligence that showed him to be a less-than-level-16 outlaw!

At this moment, he not only completely abandoned the hope of personal revenge but also clearly realized that if this continued, after at most three or five more space jumps, he would be pushed to the brink again.

And this time, he no longer had the 'Venus's Redemption' scroll to save him; death would surely come.

Behind the Fenrir wolf, a massive spatial vortex was forming.

Under the intense interference of the 'Void Night Lord' Delphinia Aldrich, Li Mochen's Sakura Blood Blade once again slashed through the air.

Fenrir suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a furious roar: "Are you still going to watch from afar and not act? Listen, you bastards! If you decide to stand by and watch me die today, then OK, I will give my 'Sky Scepter' to him! I will personally hand it over to my enemy!"

This voice was filled with Fenrir's soul power. Although the roar was blocked by the deep underground vault, the soul wave containing Fenrir's will covered most of Atlanta in an instant.

At this moment, on the top floor of the Wieldenstein Building, Consulius Wieldenstein curled his lips sarcastically.

Having already given up on commentary, Eliza put away her pointer with a crisp motion, then spread her hands: "Well, this is what they call plans changing faster than circumstances. I have no contingency plan for the current situation. From now on, you'll all have to adapt on your own."

Utre德·Demacia, however, reached out slightly and grasped the 'Thunder King Battle Axe' he had borrowed on credit from Li Mochen.

"It seems a great battle is inevitable. I'm looking forward to it—it'll help me pay off my loan to Andre. That black-hearted boss charged me ten percent interest."

"It seems both grandfather and grandson are equally disgusting."

The man in the red tight suit and matching hood also drew the twin blades strapped to his back.

"When I owed Consoli a favor, he never said I'd have to participate in a divine war to repay it! Damn it, I hope there aren't too many lesser gods on the other side."

"An all-out war out of nowhere!"

Faust also summoned his staff at that moment: "I suspect this caught not only Andre off guard but also our opponents."

Meanwhile, the Red Widow Caroline Zhukov and the Sleep Twins had already vanished from the office the moment the soul fluctuation reached them.

The former was an experienced demigod shadow-walker, with all her stealth skills nearly at the peak; the latter were highly skilled illusionists, whose miraculous illusions could even fool the many demigods present.

At the same time, in northern Atlanta, George Mattiola crushed the cigar in his hand and sent the coffee cup on his desk flying.

"Damn it!"

While cursing loudly, George Mattiola's face turned a livid white: "That black bastard, that mongrel—you know what? I want to tear him apart right now."

"We always knew he was unreliable. We were just using each other."

The magical advisor in the black robe also exuded a chilling aura. Though his face was hidden by the wide hood, he was clearly frowning deeply.

"The situation is indeed very tricky now. That mad wolf can't hold out much longer—we underestimated the Void Night King. We have to intervene, at least to rescue that mad wolf. That guy is a lunatic; he'll do what he says. I'm certain of that."

"But do you know what that means? We'll be starting an all-out war with that grandfather and grandson in the Atlanta urban area! Philip and the others aren't ready, and this isn't the battlefield we planned for!"

George Mattiola's chest heaved, his breath agitated: "Richard, I feel we have a ninety percent chance of losing this time. We can't counter their spatial abilities alone. Unless—"

"Unless the Violet Family and the National Progressive Association get directly involved!"

The magical advisor named Richard said in a cold tone: "Doing so would certainly be hard to justify to the President. But we have to make a choice. With only Philip and the others, we definitely can't win this war. General, please forgive me, but I can't imagine the consequences if the Sky Scepter in Fenrir's hands and the core components of Dragon's Might fall into Andre's hands. They have stronger, more terrifying snipers, and both the Void Night King and Lucky Andre possess immensely powerful spatial teleportation abilities. Such a combination would be a force that any power in America would fear—it would create a new supreme family."

"I understand the consequences better than you, Richard! But I also have to consider the fallout of failure. My decision could cause massive losses for the National Progressive Association and make the Violet Family the target of another supreme family's hatred. Let me think this through!"

General George Mattiola clenched his teeth and continued to stare at the magical projection map ahead.

Fenrir the Magic Wolf's situation was deteriorating visibly—he had deviated from his coordinates again, and the two blue dots were moving closer to the red dot. After just three teleportations, their speeds were nearly synchronized.

George Mattiola's face twitched again, knowing he might have no choice.

"Richard, notify Philip I and Edmund. We have to change the plan. Under no circumstances can we let Fenrir die at Andre's hands. If they have doubts—"

George Mattiola hesitated again, but after only three seconds, he gritted his teeth: "The National Progressive Association will stand with them. Even I will personally intervene this time. Tell them we have no choice. Richard! You—"

"I've already ordered General Wilton to rescue him."

As Richard said this, he looked out the window: "With his strength, he should be able to hold those two off for a while. That mad wolf just needs a chance to catch his breath."