Chapter 576: Making a Wish

The one who died was the Eastern Archer God 'Nasu Masayuki', not Rond Onassis.

The latter had taken out a black inverted cross before Li Mochen's sword light struck. As the cross shattered, he swapped positions with 'Nasu Masayuki', who was shooting from within clouds two hundred and twenty kilometers away.

The latter's face was full of shock and fear, but before he could do anything, he was slain by Li Mochen's sword!

During this process, 'Nasu Masayuki' could not mount any effective resistance. Li Mochen's sword intent directly shattered his divinity and godhood.

There was actually such a treasure?

Li Mochen was slightly surprised, but felt no disappointment. He only let out a mocking sigh: "But why bother?"

How could the high-level authority of 'substitution' deceive causality and fate? What he wanted was the death of 'Navigation God' Rond Onassis, not the Archer God 'Nasu Masayuki'.

With the aid of the Life and Death Divine Authority, the 'Dragon Slayer' in Li Mochen's hand instantly drained all of Nasu Masayuki's divine blood, divine power, and life essence, causing the momentum of the 'Ice Fire Extreme' blade to increase rather than diminish. Li Mochen followed the blade, continuing to walk amidst the temporal disorder caused by ice and fire. At this moment, he nearly surpassed the speed of light, surpassing time.

Then the horned long blade effortlessly shattered Rond Onassis's divine body and slew the soul of this Navigation God.

And the next instant after Rond Onassis's death, he was back in his original place, in front of Garcia Feren.

The divine power of the 'Dimensional Vortex' sealed off space only against enemies; he could still, in an instant, forcibly fold and twist a location over two hundred kilometers away to appear before him. With a single light step, he could complete a spatial traversal.

But when he arrived before Garcia Ferren, the God of Strategy, the latter had abandoned resistance.

'Before you act, could you hear me out?'

Garcia Ferrán raised his hands, a bitter smile in his voice: "Young Mr. Wiltonstein, could you possibly stop for two minutes? As a price, I will pledge myself to you! I can become your subordinate god, and I won't mind even harsher conditions."

"Subordinate god?"

Li Mochen glanced at the battlefield ahead: "Do you know how many of my men I will lose in these two minutes of ceasefire? And how many hidden dangers this will create for the future?"

"I imagine the losses among your warriors won't be too great. The National Progress Association has already collapsed, and the death of Ronde Onassis will shatter what little morale they have left. Moreover, I believe that I myself, as a bargaining chip, are enough to make young Mr. Wiltonstein pay such a sacrifice."

Garcia Ferrun's expression was composed: "You, who possess the mythical armament 'Crimson Dragon Armor,' are practically a god of war, and my joining will double your power."

Li Mochen was not at all surprised by the God of Strategy's last remark. Although he had never used the power of the 'Crimson Dragon Armor' in Atlanta today, anyone with keen insight could easily discern the truth of the matter.

The reason the 'Crimson Dragon Armor' had always been masterless was not because there was anything unusual or damaged about this mythical armament itself, but because no one in the Hohenstaufen family had ever been able to驾驭 it.

Next, after a moment of contemplation, he temporarily restrained the deadly blade aura of 'Blade Dragon Slash' and instead tossed a blank astral contract in front of Garcia Ferrun.

This was a trophy he had obtained from the Sea God Ronde Onassis, made from the hide of an ancient dragon, of the highest grade, and it happened to be just what was needed here.

At that moment, with a wave of his hand, Li Mochen imprinted numerous mysterious runes onto the dragonhide scroll. He also infused it with his own divine authority to constrain the gods.

Li Mochen was quite interested in this god of strategy. The latter's medium 'strategy' divine authority and weak 'tactics' divine authority not only helped all battlefield commanders make correct decisions in combat but also universally enhanced the soldiers' physiques and strength.

The fact that the National Progress Association's army could maintain combat effectiveness above standard under the suppression of his death divine authority was largely due to Garcia Ferren's power.

Especially at the tactical level, although the Wiltonstein Group and the Rising Sun Group had gathered a large number of elite retired commanders, they were completely suppressed by the enemy once engaged.

This was certainly due to their numerical disadvantage, but also because Garcia Ferren's two divine authorities brought them many conveniences. This person's role was not merely that of a powerful weak god.

"A two-minute ceasefire, right? I must admit, Lord Ferren, you are very wise. However, isn't there a problem with your employer, Mateora?"

"On today's battlefield, no one can resist the might of Young Master Wiltonstein. My death would be of no avail."

Garcia Ferren glanced at the text on the scroll and found the terms indeed harsh, but they did not cross his bottom line.

As he had guessed, the young man before him was very clever.

Garcia Ferren smiled helplessly but did not hesitate to sign his name on the scroll.

"The Violet Family has shown me great kindness, and I am bound by oath. But I think the two minutes I have won for them today are enough to repay what I owe."

These two minutes were indeed significant for the National Progress Association. On the battlefield below them, some demigods had already reached the edge 120 kilometers away.

However, as Garcia Ferren said, this powerful organization was already in full rout, with no will to fight from top to bottom.

Their supreme commander, Salas Onassis, was ruthless and decisive. Not only did he have the beast-blooded warriors detonate themselves one after another, but he also abandoned eight entire elite divisions on the battlefield to cover the retreat.

Yet without legends or demigods to hold the line, this elite army of 170,000 would soon collapse. Just the two ancient dragons alone could kill them all within ten minutes!

"Young Master Wiltonstein, I must say you are truly exceptionally wise."

After signing the astral scroll and returning it to Li Mochen, Garcia Ferren spoke with a tone of admonition.

"Letting them go is not a bad thing. The Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Nature would not care about the deaths of these people. But that Lady might not sit idly by; after all, this is her nation, and these demigods and legends are the foundation of America's power—"

He dared not directly invoke the divine name of the Goddess of Liberty, referring to her only as 'that Lady.'

"The goddess's intervention? I might not care at all, my subordinate god!"

A carefree smile curled at the corner of Li Mochen's lips: "Remember this clearly: the reason I am stopping for these two minutes today is solely because of you, Garcia Ferren. There is no other reason beyond that!"

"You are not worried about that Lady?"

Garcia Ferren was slightly taken aback, then asked with speculation: "Is it the Blood Crown? You plan to reclaim it, and you are confident, aren't you?"

This man was evidently well-informed about the Crimson Dragon Armor and the Blood Crown. He then bowed deeply to Li Mochen with a look of sudden realization and admiration: "If that is the case, then Young Master Wiltonstein! No! My lord god, I am deeply grateful for your regard."

Li Mochen was quite amazed by Garcia Ferron's intelligence; he had only hinted at it, and the man had guessed his thoughts.

He indeed intended to retrieve the 'Blood Crown,' and the time was today—after seizing the power of the Time Lady's Mythallar and obtaining the time divine spark, Li Mochen no longer feared those archangels.

Although Conshuri had already indicated to him that this mythical artifact possessed the characteristics of being indestructible, unyielding, unconfined, and unsealable, and also had the divine authority of 'Escape,' allowing him to retrieve it at any time.

Especially the latter, the divine authority of 'Escape' was very powerful. The Blood Crown not only condensed the residual will of Spartacus but also the spirit of the many slaves who died in the Battles of Brundisium and Apulia, who dreamed of equality, escape, and freedom. This allowed Spartacus to condense high-level divine authorities of 'Escape' and 'Equality,' as well as a weak-level divine authority of 'Freedom.'

But Li Mochen still decided to secure it; having it in someone else's hands was ultimately less reassuring than having it back in his own.

Once he had the complete 'Scarlet Dragon Armor,' he could use the divine authority of Equality to pull any power below the God-Kings down to a level equal to his own.

And with the divine spark left by the 'Time Lady,' he was confident he could retreat unscathed even when facing beings like the Archangels.

In the current world bound by the 'Treaty of Separation of Gods and Men,' possessing the 'Scarlet Dragon Armor' made him nearly invincible!

Those main gods and archangels, under constraints, would find it difficult to contend with him in the material plane.

Crucially, according to the secret texts passed down from the Wiltonshire family, the high-level divine authority of 'Equality' could affect at least twenty targets within a diameter of five thousand kilometers—meaning the Wiltonshire family would not be defenseless even if they faced a true divine war.

Two minutes passed in a flash; 'World Shaker' Jody Chandler had already fled, even abandoning his slow-moving magic tower 'Oscillation Core.'

Conshuri didn't put much effort into detaining him; he focused his spells and attention on 'Supreme Decree' Yvonne Mattiola and her magic tower 'Supreme Codex,' joining forces with Hazel to prevent the magister from escaping.

The situation for the lich magister Eddie Adams had now reversed. He had originally tried to 'squeeze in' from the Astral Plane, but now he had decisively turned the direction of his magic tower 'Mind Gate' toward the Infinite Void.

However, 'Night Void Lord' Delphinia Aldric didn't want him to leave; she struggled to pull the lich magister Eddie Adams back to this world using void power. Although pulling was much harder than banishing, Delphinia did a decent job when going all out.

This was because Li Mochen had promised her that if she could help him eliminate a god or a magister, she would receive no less than five billion gold shields in funding over the next three months to build a magic tower at the highest standard, until the funds ran out.

"It seems the two minutes you bought didn't help them much."

Li Mochen glanced at the Astral Plane: "Go to 'Mind Gate' and demand Eddie Adams' phylactery from him! If he refuses, kill him! I'll have Robert, Sebastian, and Sarn help you."

'Cold Tyrant' Sebastian and 'Scorching Destroyer' Sarn, two ancient dragons, were now fully unleashed, wantonly hunting down the demigods who had yet to escape the battlefield.

As for 'Blood Eye Angel' Robert, this maid's strength had fully crossed the threshold of a lesser god, and she was also ravaging every corner of the battlefield with her violent wind blades, slaughtering all members of the National Progressive Association.

"As you command!"

Garcia Ferron sighed, then stepped through the void into the Astral Plane—since signing that contract, he had felt that Li Mochen's 'Sky Scepter' had granted him the right to freely traverse this 'Dimensional Vortex' region.

Just as the God of Strategy departed, Li Mochen flashed into the newly built magic tower of Ron Edmund.

He didn't intend to interfere in the battle between Hazel and 'Supreme Decree' Yvonne Mattiola; fighting a powerful magister was a rare experience for Hazel, who lacked combat experience and insight into the 'Source.' The combat assistance system implanted in the biosuit by the Moshlans was, after all, external force. If Hazel wanted to advance further and keep up with his pace, she would ultimately have to rely on herself.

Even Conshuri didn't overly intervene in their battle; all his spells and divine authority were mainly used for interception and blocking.

When Li Mochen arrived at the new 'Energy Conservation' magic tower, he found it had been ravaged by Robespierre. The tower was riddled with countless holes, with only basic functions remaining to prevent the eight-story tower from falling directly.

—Truly worthy of being the 'World Destroyer,' the most adept among all magisters at destruction and demolition.

When Li Mochen reached the top floor of this ruined magic tower, he found Jennifer Wiltonshire engaged in fierce combat with Ron Edmund, aided by Robespierre.

Jennifer's strength was already considerable; somehow, Robespierre had helped her reach the legendary rank by the time she returned to Atlanta. After that, she had received a legendary-grade biological implant from Li Mochen.

Now, Jennifer's swordsmanship and the dragon-blooded spells derived from 'Star Dragon' Adelaide were truly stunning.

However, the gap between a legendary and a magister was still as vast as a chasm; even with Robespierre's help and care, her sword could hardly touch the Energy Monarch's body.

"Wow, that sword strike was really vicious. What a heartless woman—after finding a lover, is this how you treat your husband?"

Under Robespierre's interference and harassment, Ron Edmund still dodged Jennifer's sword light with ease, speaking with sarcasm: "But Mr. Robespierre, are you really ready to accept her as your lifelong partner? Picking up my leftovers? By the way, let me guess—you haven't done it yet, have you? Poor guy, you have no idea how wild she is in bed—"

Robespierre's eyes blazed with fire: "You've successfully angered me, you bastard! I want to tear your dog mouth apart right now."

"Then come on! I can give you that chance!"

Ron Edmund laughed heartily, with even more contempt: "But I bet you don't have the guts! Right now, you're just a coward watching from the sidelines—what kind of man are you?"

"Ron Edmund!"

Robespierre's face turned ashen, but then he took a deep breath: "I won't fall for your tricks, Edmund! You won't escape today. I think the best punishment for you now is to hold you here until that guy arrives—"

At that moment, his expression shifted, and joy appeared on his face: "Wow! It seems your doom has come, Energy Monarch. I hope your mouth will still be as venomous later."

Ron Edmund also sensed Li Mochen, who was walking out of a teleportation gate, approaching them step by step.

His face was as gloomy as a corpse that had been dead for days, his eyes filled with despair.

But the next moment, Ron Edmund burst into laughter: "What a pity! Philip I wasn't ruthless enough. He was afraid of dying together with Conshuri. If he had allowed me to kill you back then, we wouldn't be where we are today."

"In fact, Philip already did that, Energy Monarch. So he has met his death. And now—"

Li Mochen's expression was indifferent; ever since he learned that Philip also possessed the divine authority of 'Curse,' he had deduced who killed the original Li Mochen.

"It's your turn, Ron Edmund!"

"Of course you want to kill me, but I know you want to do more than that!"

Ron Edmund's words were still full of sarcasm: "Did you think I wouldn't guess? You also want to help this woman reclaim everything she once had! You want to take more from me! But now—"

He waved his right hand, and his entire body began to burn with purple-gold flames.

"You'll get nothing, gentlemen! I will take everything of my beloved concubine into nothingness."

Li Mochen didn't care at all. He turned to look at Jennifer: "You still insist on killing him with your own hands, don't you?"

Jennifer Wieldenstein pondered for a moment, then stepped back with her sword in hand: "No! If A Mo can take from him what belongs to him on my behalf, that should be the greatest blow to him."

"Then—"

Li Mochen pointed a single hand at Ron Edmond, while countless magical arrays unfolded behind him: "Wish! Deprive Ron Edmond of all his talents, magic, knowledge, and divine power, and grant them to Jennifer Wieldenstein!"