The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Soon, days, months, and years passed, the Blood Ragnarok Realm continued to march towards their deaths.

With numbers beyond the enemy, the Etherium Realm continued to crush them without mercy.

Three years later, all the red circles on the projection map arrived at the Etherium outpost.

"They're here…" Maximus thought, looking at the enemy from afar.

Despite desperate measures, they could only shrink the enemy to one-tenth their original size.

After merging, the difference in the quality of elites could crush the Etherium Realm.

The tide of this war was about to tip in the Blood Ragnaroks realm favor.

"Not over yet!" Clenching his fist, Maximus planned to mobilize as many clones as possible.

There were also Fealan, Readius, and Alabaster, who had millions of clones at the base.

The rest would be the Tier 9 Apex Sovereigns who cloned themselves with his help.

Although their clones were not as numerous as the previous three, they still had a large number.

Counting them up, there would be billions of clones of these Tier 9 Apex Sovereigns.

Tapping on the intercom, he instructed the army to gather in front.

All those needing to retreat had already withdrawn to the base bunker.

All that was left in the base were the combat-ready, hundreds of sextillion Tier 2, Tier 3, and Tier 4 elites.

As they gathered together, the battlefield became solemn.

Hundreds of sextillions of people gathered on each side, making the atmosphere blurry and freezing.

"So many…" Legarios, one of the soldiers in front, gulped in fear.

"This is too glorious for my funeral," the soldier beside him said.

Fighting the enemy, they were already prepared to die.

Just the pressure in the air made their hearts freeze.

"Is this war necessary?" This had no benefit to them, the weaklings of the Etherium Realm.

Maybe it's the merit of war for their family?

The power and potential they would receive from the defeated enemy?

The wealth they would gain once they returned to the Etherium Realm?

All of it was illusory in the face of death.

Once they die, they will only fall into darkness without knowing anything.

By then, would everything they did still be necessary?

"What do you mean? Hold yourself together. There's no point in backing out now!"

"We are here to fight for the Etherium Realm! There is no other reason!"

"Our loved ones, family, friends, everything important to us is in the Etherium Realm!"

"But this is nothing. We will die anyway…"

"Hah! So what! We are already here! The first time you arrived here, your name was already written in the book of death! If I were to die regardless, I would make it the brightest, most exciting part of my life!"

"For Etherium Realm! Fight!"

"For Etherium Realm! Fight!"

"For Etherium Realm! Fight!"

As the chant grew louder, the other side was suppressed by the will of the Etherium Realm.

Although the seven Ragnaroks tried to rile up their people, it was not as effective.

The people of the Blood Ragnarok were already tired.

After fighting several dimensional wars with conservative strategies, their Will had already wilted away.

If they could suppress the enemy, they would fight; if it were a tie, they would retreat; if the enemy suppressed them, they would run.

Such thinking caused them to falter in the face of the fearless energy the Etherium Realm exuded.

"How can you beat us in the battle of will?" Maximus thought, curling his lips.

The people of the Etherium Realm were trained from birth, forming the strongest bonds of family.

They were with their parents from one to three years old; they were with their friends from four to one hundred years old; then, they would be with their partners, forming another cycle.

This might seem insignificant, but when these bonds were threatened, this cycle of never-ending relationships would form a thick wall, making them fearless of anything.

"I'll take the Seven Ragnarok if you don't mind," Maximus asked, looking at the three beside him.

Over the years, they already knew the structure of the Blood Ragnarok Realm.

These Seven Ragnarok were the apparent leaders and the strongest of the enemy side.

"No, I want that Juggernaut Ragnarok for myself!" Alabaster said forcefully.

Although throughout all their battles over the years, Alabaster fought with other Ragnaroks, his fight with the Juggernaut Ragnarok was the most exciting.

"I also want the Radiant Ragnarok for myself," Readius said, not taking no for an answer.

He hated the Radiant Ragnarok to the bone and wanted to peel his skin piece by piece.

"What about you?" Maximus asked, turning to Fealan.

"I don't have any particular hatred for a Ragnarok, but if these two are fighting, then give me the Shadow Ragnarok. I'll see if I can learn something," Fealan said, remembering the power the Shadow Ragnarok possessed.

"That's okay. As for the others... do your best to fight," Maximus said, turning his attention to the cloned Tier 9 Apex Sovereigns.

Seeing everything ready, Maximus controlled hundreds of billions of his clones to sneak in at various fronts of the battlefield.

Pointing his finger into the sky, he flashed a signal flare, instructing to attack the enemy.

"ATTACK!"

With the signal, the momentum of the Etherium Realm rose, charging through the enemy without any fear.

Not forgetting what they learned from the academy, they employed various reinforcement spells, grouped, and, more importantly, watched each other's backs.

The clones that Maximus sneaked onto the battlefield also started their job, spreading fields of reinforcing and auxiliary spells.

The people of the Etherium Realm became more clear-headed and agile.

...

At the front of the battlefield, Legarios brandished his sword to greet the enemy.

"Die!" With a swift slash, he took the enemy's arms away.

Furthermore, before the enemy could counterattack, his teammate behind followed up, killing the enemy.

Before they could celebrate the kill, another wave of enemies appeared in front.

In total concentration, Legarios felt that he was a machine, killing for the sake of killing.

Seconds on the battlefield felt like days, and minutes felt like years.

When he could no longer feel his body and was about to fall on the battlefield, a hand pulled him out, waking him up from the dream.

"You've fought enough. Leave the rest to us..." a man said with a smile.

"The second squad is here! Retreat to the back!"

With backup from the backline, the fight in front became fiercer, like a meat grinder on the battlefield.

From the sky, a dividing line seemed to form on the ground.

The blood, corpses, and resentment on the battlefield flowed like a crack from which the hell was about to emerge.

However, oblivious to all of it, both sides continued to fight.

No matter the casualties, pain, or fear, they needed to kill everyone on sight.

This is a cruel war without compromise, surrender, or retreat.

Only the last one left standing has the right to live.

Even Maximus couldn't help but clench his teeth watching the devastating war.

"What a cruel war! What a merciless war!"

With renewed vigor and fighting intent, he led others to fight the Ragnaroks.

"It's our turn to show how it's done!"

With millions of clones, Maximus, Fealan, Alabaster, and Readius met the Seven Ragnarok in the center of the battlefield.

"We have formally met at last... we are the Seven Ragnarok, the seven blades that killed a god."

"What a domineering name," they chuckled.

"We also ought to introduce ourselves... we are the supreme leaders of the Etherium Realm, the four stones that border the world..." Alabaster said after thinking.

"Hahaha, what about Malgron?" Readius asked with a laugh.

"Hmph! That bastard is still asleep; how could he join us in our cool title?"

Seeing they were acting like children, Maximus nearly facepalmed himself.

"Enough of that; let's fight!" the Radiant Ragnarok muttered, taking millions of his clones and attacking Readius.

"Just right, this was getting old; I want to end it as soon as possible!" Readius didn't back down and charged with his clones.

"You don't have your believers now; how can you kill me?!" the Radiant Ragnarok mocked, attacking Readius.

"A god is perfect. A god is complete. We don't need any embellishment, for we are supreme!" With a counterattack, the Radiant Ragnarok flew away, stumbling to the ground.

"Impossible! You were not this strong previously!"

"Hmph! Ignorant pariah, I'm a god; my strength is without measure!"

Sweeping his enemy, Readius attacked without stopping, wanting to kill the Radiant god.

However, although the Radiant god was shocked, he was still one of the strongest in the Seven Ragnarok.

Coming back to his senses, the Radiant Ragnarok began to fight back.

Meanwhile, watching the fight, Alabaster couldn't help but itch, charging toward the Juggernaut Ragnarok.

"How about we continue our fight from last time?" Alabaster asked with a smile.

"Gladly, but you can't run this time..." the Juggernaut Ragnarok muttered, brandishing his sword.

"I won't... Heavenly White Tiger Blood, activate!"

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