Chapter 269 Another World

On the other side of the space rift is a vast plane revered by the local indigenous people as the "Holy Continent".

The civilization that rules this continent is mainly composed of a kind of strange intelligent creatures - they have slender and sharp limbs like a mantis, covered with fine and tough scales like a lizard, walk upright, and call themselves "holy servants."

In the myths passed down from generation to generation by the Sacred Service, it was the God of Creation who split the chaos with his supremely powerful sickle, thus creating this sacred land.

They are naturally attuned to the element of wind and can harness the power of strong winds. Legend has it that the God of Creation can even use the power of wind to open doors to other worlds.

Although the God of Creation has long since disappeared, the ultimate proof of his existence - the "Gate of the World" connecting to another world - has remained, becoming the core of faith and source of power for the entire Holy Continent.

Over the long course of time, the Holy Continent has experienced several expeditions from foreign worlds.

Relying on the powerful individual combat power of the Holy Service Clan, their profound application of the rules of wind and their desperate numerical advantage, all the invaders were eventually defeated and turned into nutrients to nourish the continent.

It was by devouring the resources of these alien worlds that four new gods were born in the Holy Continent after the disappearance of the God of Creation: the God of Blade who controls cutting and sharpness, the God of Wild Wind who controls the atmosphere and flow, the God of Swift Blade who dominates speed and surprise attack, and the God of Wind Spirit who symbolizes the spirit of wind and change.

The four gods established four empires named after their titles around the world gate left by the God of Creation, and jointly ruled the continent.

The priests respectfully call these four gods "Holy Spirits".

Under the Holy Spirit, those powerful beings whose powers have reached the highest level and are only one step away from igniting the divine fire and ascending to the throne of God are revered as "Holy Spirits".

In the Blade Empire, there is a private martial arts arena belonging to a certain peak holy spirit.

The sharp sword wind tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

This is a Holy Spirit practicing martial arts. The bone blade extending from the outside of his arm turned into a phantom that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. Every strike drew the surrounding wind force, forming countless fine and deadly air vortexes.

His swordsmanship has reached perfection, and can be regarded as the pinnacle of the Saint Clan's swordsmanship.

After a moment, the Holy Spirit slowly withdrew his strength, and the blade-like limbs retracted into the arm armor.

An elderly priest hurried over, his face filled with uncontrollable anger. "Brother! The Imperial leadership has just decided that our lineage will be responsible for hosting the fiftieth anniversary 'Gate of the World' celebration!"

As a Holy Spirit, he holds a high position in the empire and has the authority to establish cities and even vassal states.

The holy servant who came to report the news was none other than the younger brother of the Holy Spirit before him.

Although he is a dozen years younger, his appearance appears older due to his limited talent.

The Holy Continent has currently discovered four alien worlds that can be conquered. The gate to the world opens once every ten years, connecting to one of the worlds in turn.

Every time it opens, a force with the Holy Spirit will take the lead and go to plunder resources.

Every time it is opened, it is a feast for the eyes.

However, when each of the four worlds has taken a turn, that is, every fifty years, there will be a "celebration".

During the celebration year, the Gate of the World will not open, but will instead be "rested" according to the oracle of the four great gods. This is said to be to repair the damage accumulated from frequent openings of the gate.

For ordinary priests, this is a festival of carnival.

But for the forces designated to host the celebration, it means huge losses - not only can they not participate in the looting, but they also have to pay out of their own pockets and advance massive amounts of rare resources to "reinforce" the World Gate.

This is where the old priest's anger comes from.

The old cleric spoke excitedly, "They clearly can't bear to see you make further progress! You are already the most advanced of all the Holy Spirits. If you gain the benefits of a few more conquests in other worlds, perhaps..."

He lowered his voice, speaking with a mixture of anticipation and reluctance: "Perhaps I can condense my godhood and become the fifth Holy God! This is definitely something the four great empires, and even... even the four majesties, do not want to see!"

Before he could finish his words, the Holy Spirit approached him like a ghost, and a hand covered with fine scales gently covered his mouth.

The Holy Spirit shook his head, his eyes deep and calm.

After years of trials and tribulations, he has long seen through the intricacies of the power field.

"Be careful with your words. The power of the gods is beyond your and my ability to speculate." He let go of her hand, his tone calm.

"The more the higher-ups act like this, the more it shows they're wary. It doesn't matter. For me, ordinary resources are no longer of much use. For the next ten years, let them be complacent. In the next ten, we'll plan for other worlds."

Upon hearing this, the old priest took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and nodded in agreement.

As the order was issued, dozens of cities under the command of the Holy Spirit quickly mobilized.

A huge army began to assemble and marched towards the center of the continent, the World Gate at the junction of the four empires.

Not only them, but also hundreds of millions of holy servants and tens of thousands of holy spirits from the entire Holy Continent flocked there from all directions to participate in this grand ceremony that takes place once every fifty years.

Even though plundering is impossible this year, the four holy spirits will come in person.

This alone is enough for all the Holy Spirits to come and pay homage to him and offer congratulations.

Half a year later, the World Gate Altar.

A huge altar stood in the center of the plain, surrounded by a sea of ​​holy people.

The noise, prayers and praises shook the earth.

As the ceremony progressed, four huge cloud vortexes like the eye of a storm slowly rotated in the sky, emitting a suffocating divine power.

Upon seeing this, all the living beings present became even more excited and noisy—that meant the four holy gods had their eyes fixed on this.

Above the altar, the originally empty space began to distort.

A tiny black crack quietly appeared, and then spread and expanded to both sides like a living thing!

Eventually, it transformed into a huge black crack spanning the sky and earth, and then stabilized.

It formed a perfect, circular, dark hole with an immeasurable diameter.

According to convention, the entrance of the cave should show scenes from another world at this time.

But this year is a celebration year, and there is only a deep and empty darkness behind the cave entrance, which means that the passage has not been truly opened.

The peak Holy Spirit, accompanied by his brother who still looked a little depressed, directed his subordinates to transport the mountains of rare materials to the altar.

As soon as the four gods give the order and the ceremony begins, these resources will be transformed into the power to consolidate the gate of the world.

Just as a holy spirit was about to announce the official start of the celebration...

Something strange happened suddenly!

The center of the circular hole, which should have been filled with darkness and nothingness, suddenly began to ripple violently like the surface of water!

The next moment, a huge fist covered with flowing black metal suddenly stretched out from the depths of the cave!

Next, the second one!

Two giant hands grabbed the edge of the cave entrance, as if trying to force the "door" open.

Under the dull gaze of billions of saints, two giant humanoid creatures as big as mountains, covered with black flowing metal-like skin and eyes burning with blue flames, stepped out of the gate of the world!

They exude a cold, chaotic, and terrifying aura that is incompatible with the Holy Continent.

Above the head of the leading black giant, a figure casually reached out and touched the few spatial scars on his body left by forcibly passing through the unstable passage. Those scars healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He raised his head and looked around at the Holy Service Legion below, which was like a vast ocean, and the four whirlpools of storms in the sky that represented the gods. A cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Is this another world?" Benjamin's voice was low, but it carried clearly throughout the silent altar area. "What a... grand welcome party."

As he sighed, the black giant under his feet let out a silent roar towards the sky.

The flames in his eyes suddenly surged, like a lit beacon, announcing that the wizard civilization's expedition had officially begun a bloody prelude on this "sacred" land.

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Time goes back to a few minutes before the space gate was completely opened.

On one side of the airspace plane, the wizard army centered on the floating city was on high alert.

Energy glows flowed through countless magical instruments and war golems, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Even the seventh-level wizard Dionysius Spencer could not predict what kind of world was behind the door at this moment - except for this forcibly opened crack, the two planes had no connection before.

Benjamin stood at a relatively forward position in the array, his eyes fixed on the spatial passage that gradually evolved from an irregular crack into a perfect circle.

Deep in the pupils, runes flickered slightly, analyzing the changes in the spatial structure.

"So that's how it is..." He thought to himself, and a previous guess was overturned.

He originally thought that this was just a natural space distortion formed accidentally due to the extreme enrichment of wind elements in the airspace plane. Such channels are not uncommon in the multiverse.

But the stable and regular circular passage before us clearly bears strong traces of human carving!

"This is not a crack, it's... a 'door'!" Benjamin immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

The natural crack means that the other side may have just discovered this place, and perhaps chose to hide temporarily due to lack of strength.

But a man-made space door indicates that the civilization behind the door is very likely to have mastered the technology of cross-dimensional navigation, and its strength is unfathomable!

Considering that no native intelligent civilization has been discovered in the airspace plane so far, the builder of this door must have come from the opposite side.

As a result, the danger level of the opponent instantly soared in his mind.

Benjamin calmly stepped back a little and protected the other wizards in front of him.

At this moment, Dionysius Spencer's clear and calm voice echoed from the top of the floating city, echoing in the ears of every wizard: "The spatial fluctuation has reached its peak, and the channel stability has entered a brief window! Vanguard Legion, attack!"

(End of this chapter)