The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

In one of the main outposts of Blood Ragnarok Realm, Crimsonheim City.

"What? You were defeated?" the clone of the Crimson Ragnarok asked angrily.

"Lord, the enemy was too strong. Even though we outnumbered them, we were no match."

Remembering the enemy's team synergy, it seemed they were not fighting a tier 3 realm individual but a tier 4 monster instead.

This one realm difference was so devastating that their number advantage was easily nullified.

"This- lord, our enemy was too strong; they possessed pure beast bloodline and were the same number as us."

Fighting the enemies from the beast continent, they felt they were fighting against their own fellow.

The same powerful body, brute skills, simple mind, large number of elites, and more.

Fighting against them would require sacrifice, killing 1,000 in exchange for 900.

"The enemy we faced was quite weird with all kinds of tricks, but unlike the two, we almost defeated the enemy," the one who attacked cities from the Arcane continent said.

"But you still didn't win, are you?" The Crimson Ragnarok said coldly.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm being presumptuous."

"Hmph! What about you? Don't tell me your opponent was also strong?"

"This… forgive us, my lord. The enemy had a clone of an Exalted like you. Fortunately, using our will, we killed the clone before we retreated."

"I see. It's understandable," the Crimson Ragnarok praised, satisfied with the answer.

"L-lord, we also killed a clone of an Exalted," the other who fought and killed Maximus' clone reported.

This is a merit. If they don't tell it now, doesn't it mean their sacrifice would be for nothing?

"Hmm? Another clone? Tell me what you encountered, one by one." The Crimson Ragnarok frowned, feeling something was wrong.

After a while, hearing all the sides of his subordinates, his frown deepened.

It's alright to fight an enemy with good team synergy or even have many tricks up their sleeves, even if they were a little stronger because of their blood, but what he was worried about was the large appearance of those powerful clones.

Even he, a tier 10 powerhouse, was just lucky as one of his clones happened to be sucked into the void battlefield.

Hearing his subordinates encountered thousands of clones, he knew something was wrong.

Even if all the tier 9 and tier 10 powerhouses in Blood Ragnarok Realm cloned themselves, there would still be no guarantee that they could place thousands of their clones in the first phase of the void battlefield.

"Investigate. Try to attack more of these divine cities. The destiny of the Blood Ragnarok Realm is to kill the gods," the Crimson Ragnarok ordered.

Blood Ragnarok Realm was created by the fall of gods.

Knowing that the enemy also had gods, he couldn't help but feel thrilled thinking of killing one.

…

Soon, with the Crimson Ragnarok's order, the people from the Divine Continent marching to the gathering point were attacked one after another.

"Something is wrong…" Maximus frowned, seeing this scene.

Through his connection with his clone, he noticed that almost all the people from the Divine Continent were being attacked.

"Could it be because of me?" Maximus concluded.

Because of his wanton cheating, it seemed even the enemy could no longer hold back.

"Change of plans."

To prevent news from further leaking, Maximus had to kill all the witnesses.

If no enemies remained, how could they know what hit them?

Thinking of this, the clones nearest to the marching people of the Divine Continent changed their direction and went for reinforcement.

Soon, with more clones at play, all the people from Blood Ragnarok Realm ambushing them were forever buried in the void battlefield.

…

In Crimsonheim City, seeing the skyrocketing casualties, the Crimson Ragnarok hurriedly stopped his action.

"It seems this Etherium Realm has a huge background," the Crimson Ragnarok muttered coldly.

The Crimson Ragnarok thought the Etherium Realm had some way of knowing which place would be sucked into the void battlefield and at what time.

With this information, they could clone themselves in advance as long as they have enough powerhouses.

"Hmph! Just relying on this? we still have the absolute advantage."

Based on their intelligence, the people in the Etherium Realm were a bunch of weaklings.

Ninety percent of their people seem to stop at tier 1, with 9.9 percent at tier 2 and the remaining lucky ones stepping on tier 3.

What about the people of the Blood Ragnarok realm? They were born strong!

With the blood of fallen gods circulating in their bodies, even without training, they could achieve transcendence.

Achieving the tier 3 realm was the bare minimum their blood could offer.

No matter how strong and skilled the enemy is, with enough numbers, they can crush the enemy.

"Retreat for now. Wait for the second or even the third wave of the void battlefield," the Crimson Ragnarok ordered.

With more people, he had more confidence in defeating the enemy with the least casualties.

…

Meanwhile, seeing that the enemy retreated, Maximus smiled.

"Waiting? How can I let you off peacefully?"

Maximus knew the disadvantage of Etherium Realm.

With the difference in quality and quantity, the more people there are, the more scattered they would be.

If he waited like the enemy, they would only gain momentum and crush them later on.

"But for now, let's settle first."

They were still marching to gather together; attacking the enemy now would only cause confusion.

Furthermore, he didn't really care about Blood Ragnarok Realm's number advantage.

They may win in the early to mid-game, but the last laugh would still be his.

Remembering the tier 10 warriors he brought over the last couple of hundred years, no matter how strong Blood Ragnarok was, they had no chance of winning.

Soon, a few months had passed, and most cities in the Etherium Realm gathered together.

Controlling some of the leaders, with his mediation, even with the difference in culture and beliefs, their cooperation was still smooth.

The first thing they did after gathering together was tally their resources.

The void battlefield was empty; besides the resources they brought in, no other things could be found in the place.

To micro-manage the resources and ensure they could fight steadily with the Blood Ragnarok Realm, they needed to merge their resources.

However, hearing this plan, most of them disagreed, thinking that gathering resources at one point was dangerous.

Who knew if the one watching over them would misappropriate it?

Even worse, if Blood Ragnarok Realm attacked them at full force, the enemy would have an easy time looting.

Hearing this problem, they argued over and over again, finally deciding on a plan they could agree on.

To prevent any mishaps, the storage facilities for these resources would be divided and would be jointly supervised by each city leader.

If they need anything, they could also apply for it.

After deciding the method for the resource allocation, they immediately started to build a base that could accommodate septillions of people.

This was a massive project that even a rank 9 architect would have difficulty conceiving.

Fortunately, not everything needed human power.

Taking out the latest version of the Astral Guide, they picked the most appropriate base design for the void battlefield.

The Astral Guide is the guide Maximus painstakingly built.

It includes scenarios, problems, solutions, resource identification, civilization identification, mining methods, warfare tactics, large-scale blueprints, and more.

It's a guide he was preparing when they started conquering the Sea of Dimensions.

With the blueprint from the Astral Guide, they immediately assigned septillions of people to start working.

Meanwhile, while they built the base, Maximus gathered a group wanting to ambush the people from the Ragnarok Realm.

Unfortunately, the enemy was very alert.

Knowing they gathered their people, the Ragnarok Realm retreated, converging with all together.

Now, much less attacking the enemy, they could only wish the Blood Ragnarok Realm didn't go crazy and launch an all-out attack.

This is septillions of people fighting and killing each other; the casualties were not something both sides were willing to see, especially at the beginning of the war.

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In Etherium Realm.

Seeing that the clones didn't have much to do, Maximus put them in dormancy, only waking up when there was a decisive war.

Controlling hundreds of millions of clones, Maximus felt his brain was about to break.

Too many thoughts clashed; even when using his system to process such a large amount of information, Maximus still felt a headache.

"It's still too much for me after all…"

Remembering he had sextillions of clones all over the Etherium Realm, Maximus promised not to mobilize them all at the same time.

"The void battlefield is at a stalemate; it's time to arrange reinforcement."

Knowing what was lacking in the void battlefield, he stocked up various resources and put them in each city.

Thus, no matter what city gets sucked in, it would ensure there would be enough resources for them to use.

While doing this, Fealan, Readius, and Alabaster were sorting their territory, putting an equal number of powerhouses in each city.

Not wanting to repeat their mistake and have more casualties, they invested more resources and time doing some drills, instructing what and what not to do on the battlefield.

There were only about nine years before the second wave of the void battlefield.

To ensure everything was ready, the whole Etherium Realm was moving at high gear.

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