Void Evolution System

Chapter 1445 Dimensional Crack [4]

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Tiamat's Death Authority was just as powerful in the Heavenly World as it was in the lower universe.

Along with Iris, Tiamat was one of the strongest people in Grand Heavens Boundary. They may have come to a place where stronger people existed, sure, but that didn't discount the amount of time they spent growing and training.

They were already high-rank Demigods. They'd been at that level for thousands of years, unable to progress much further because they were near the ceiling of their current power level.

Tiamat was a top powerhouse even in the Heavenly World. Perhaps she couldn't have the level of authority a God could hold, but under that level?

She was practically unparalleled.

The enemy vanguard completely collapsed because of her interference.

Grunts were durable. They didn't have much power, but their bodies could take hits like no other.

They didn't have much use offensively, but that wasn't how they were used. Once battle commenced, they became living shields who would willingly jump in front of their allies to absorb attacks.

Their allies would also pick them up and use them as shields before throwing them like blunt weapons.

They were like human-sized meatballs. Despite having no power of their own, if their weight was used as a weapon by others, it became quite dangerous.

There was obviously a limit to how much they could endure, but that wasn't Tiamat's problem.

She was at the very forefront of the battlefield. The first thing she did when she saw how the Grunts were being used to negate incoming damage, she spread a web of her mana over the ground and used her skills.

Skeletal hands pushed out of the dirt and grabbed any Grunt they could find. Some were suffocated in the ground and killed, while others were pushed towards the periphery forces who were tasked with taking care of them.

While she was manipulating the web, the Grunts were powerless and effectively useless.

Naturally, Tiamat was left unprotected while skillfully manipulating her mana like this, but the current battle wasn't an individual one.

If there was one thing Tiamat tried to learn more than anything else, it was cooperation.

She trusted Damien and she trusted Iris. There weren't many others she trusted, but because everyone else she worked with was related to them, they were given something of a pass.

She'd never had a reliable family around her that she could give her back to. Since she considered this one able to become that, she didn't hold back in trying to learn new things.

Of course, she didn't become more sociable. Her personality wouldn't change so easily. However, when it came to battle, she was absolutely confident in the team she'd trained and learned to work with over the past hundred years.

The Sentries immediately started shooting at Tiamat when they noticed the Grunts being hindered.

However, two shadows appeared before Tiamat and blocked all the incoming strikes.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The two women who protected Tiamat withdrew their swords and charged forward, keeping the path ahead clear.

They didn't need to worry about Titans or Sword Demons since Dominic and Darius had led their teams to deal with the giant monsters and bladed beasts, but there was still another power they'd seemingly forgotten about.

From Tiamat's own shadow, a black being arose, its knife aimed at her throat.

SHING!

The sound of its blade cut through the air. It approached, just inches away from Tiamat's throat.

Yet, that strike never completed its trajectory.

Black blood sprayed out of the Shadow's neck, hitting the wall of mana that Tiamat always maintained around her and dripping down to the ground.

The head of a spear stuck out of the Shadow's throat for only a second before it was ruthlessly pulled out, leaving the creature to die.

Tiamat had three squad members, not two.

These three women were hand-picked by Damien, or rather, Damien's Avatar, while they were still in the Sanctuary.

They had situations similar to Tiamat's, though to lesser extents, and their personalities were good as well.

These were people meant to support Tiamat and become her arms and legs, so naturally Damien picked the best of the best.

With years of training together, these four women knew each other better than they knew themselves, so when they found themselves on the battlefield, they moved in such a fluid combat formation that not a single attack could get past their barriers and inhibit them.

The Foreign Race vanguard was no match for them. When the other forces supporting their every movement were also taken into account, the battle situation became almost magically advantageous.

The subsidiary influences found themselves without roles after just a few minutes of combat.

With the way both Tiamat's and Dominic and Darius' squads tore through enemies, they were left with nothing to do but kill a few stray Grunts that were left on the outskirts of battle.

BOOM!

Another explosion rang out.

A massive head, at least five feet long, flew into the air and crashed into the ground near the tents set up for research purposes.

Compared to Tiamat's battlefield, the one Dominic and Darius led was far more brutal.

Heads were flying everywhere. The blood and guts of enemies piled up on the ground, and if that wasn't bad enough, the stench of burning corpses breezed through the air.

Ever since Darius unlocked his Sun and Moon Divine Flame and learned to properly wield it, he'd become a monster like Void Palace had never seen.

Even now, the way he moved his arms through the air like a conductor and used the brutal flames of the sun to incinerate massive beings far greater than himself was demonically beautiful.

Dominic was forced to work hard to compete. He never thought there'd come a day when his family's space and time techniques seemed dull, but they paled in comparison to the abilities Darius showed.

Therefore, he was given no choice but to improve.

He took those space and time techniques and really looked into them; he searched for their essence.

He wasn't anywhere near the end of that path, but the second he started treading it, he realized that space and time were far more than he ever thought they were.

He'd been looking down on them because everyone around him could use them.

But those who could bring out their full potential were few and far between.

He planned to be one of those people.

As he held his sword in his hand, reality warped around its blade.

Space and time became his to command, his to sever.

Every time he brought his sword down, tens of Sword Demons would split in half at once.

It was similar to the technique Damien taught Butcher, but executed at a far higher level.

The brothers were a perfect combination.

Dominic had speed and pinpoint accuracy. Meanwhile, Darius had a huge area of effect and power from a ranged position.

When they went into battle together, their squad wasn't left with anything more than morsels.

They still did their jobs regardless.

The performance of their squad leaders invigorated them. They were like barbarians acting on pure emotion, letting their valiance show on the battlefield.

Void Palace.

This was Void Palace.

Those who thought their mother sect was falling, those who worried about the future of the Southern Region, as they watched this scene, they felt that feeling in their hearts.

This wasn't the Void Palace they knew.

It was a far stronger version of its past self.

That was the greatest comfort they could ever receive.

And as Damien's people earned those feelings, he himself was nowhere to be found.

To know where he went, time had to be rewound by just a few minutes.