The small pebble that descended from space was generally unnoticed by everyone.
Only Garenjazz made an interesting glance as he waited in his secret fortress above Earth. But as he was traveling towards South America, he could only sigh.
"Hrm? My luck will increase if I help Pridgeon?" Garenjazz realized it.
"But I don't want to fight Shakstres..." Garenjazz sighed.
His invisible and intangible ship continued to move downwards towards South America. But his attention was focusing on the Mediterranean.
"Ah! If I do it that way, it should help! It looks like other Presider's are moving to it. I really should keep an eye on those Mid-Tiers..." Garenjazz sighed and brought up his controls and began to fiddle with it.
"Hmm... No form of basic communication works? Did Shakstres create a huge jamming field? What impressive techs. She must have devices as huge as hills to make that work... Thankfully, Pridgeon has Crostfree's techs so that I can send signals in that dimension." Garenjazz smiled.
And so, Garenjazz stood up. He was rather slow in his movements, but there was no need to hurry. He was in his dream world, where time passed differently.
The Fortress of Imagination connected with reality, and it began to send out a secret signal.
But then...
"GARENJAZZ!" A giant woman erupted out of nowhere, and her figure appeared several meters from where Garenjazz was sitting. A powerful explosion occurred in the dream world. But Garenjazz was casually looking, without any worries despite the fires of the attack was about to reach him.
"Shakstress. Nice of you to join. I am just warning Pridgeon where you are. We already lost a Top-Tier Presider. I don't want you to kill him in this battle." Garenjazz chuckled.
"What message did you send to Pridgeon? And how is it that you allowed him to kill Crostfree?!"
"I just told him where your forces are. As for Crostfree, I didn't expect him to succeed. That man fooled us all and took advantage of whoever these Mid-Tiers are masquerading as the Lost Primordial. Is it Myrth? Or Lanterk? His Principal incarnations have been peeking this direction every now and then." Garenjazz asked.
"I have no concern over them. Those Principals won't break the rules! But you! What are you up to? You were supposed to oversee this region, but now there is chaos! And now you interfere with my fight?!"
"I'm overseeing this fight and giving the weaker Presider a chance to back away from his foolishness." Garenjazz chuckled.
"He has Crostfree's techs, and he must have a Suit Devourer! He's Top Tier, and you know it!"
"I do. But without any evidence, how many Low to Mid Presiders will make a petition to punish you for breaking the law? You should be confident of your techs, right? If the Principal who comes here becomes curious of your techs, they may end up stripping you of your techs and hand down some of them to others!" Garenjazz laughed.
The tall woman frowned.
"Fine. I'll let this slide. But who are those freaks? Those are foundational Presider techs!"
"Pridgeon said that there were some hidden people who may have found the legacy of the Lost Primordial as they always have claimed. Or it could be Pioneers who managed to take advantage of everything on the former group. Perhaps a Presider found a way to leave some spies or an incarnation here? Who knows?"
"Incarnation? Presiders leave their own?"
"Oh, come on! After the war back home, who knows what inheritance the Presiders found once that rock was scrapped. How many Primes and Principals and their Presiders was slain? Everyone was desperately looking for new techs and even betrayed their masters even when the Babelian was so close to killing them! Some even betrayed even if they knew their chance of surviving was less than zero. How many, I wonder, died at the hands of the Babelians after they killed their assigned masters?"
"What are you implying?" Shakstress answered quietly. But it was clear on her appearance that she was even angrier.
"Nothing. I'm not talking about you!" Garenjazz laughed.
"All I'm saying... that we have freaks like Pridgeon and Enderks already. I'm sure you know! So why not, right? What else can be the explanation for this? You don't seriously believe that these earthlings have found a way to develop those technologies, the wind tech, the crazy vampire techs similar to Principal Blood Road, or even that technology that the WGP uses? They have a weak version of Universe energy which they call Origin. But that is possible. But hiding all those techs into a being that has no technology? That's impossible!"
"What if it's that cyborg? I'm sure with your eyes, some of your Pioneers have already reported the data."
"Yes. I saw it hours ago when Pioneer gave me the data about thirty minutes ago in the real world. Then how can liquid metal contain all those techs? That's no different than a Nefilius suit! But look, they can, and our techs can't even detect the source of it! All of that capability in a being that has no Nefilius suit? Now that's impossible! Someone back home has sent those suits here."
"Then you believe it's really the Lost Primordial?"
"Impossible. Where would the Lost Primordial gather the materials to build a Nefilius Suit? We know that reaching those dimensions and coming to this one is impossible. And if there were a being that would have moved here, it would have prompted Primes to move. Are not all fragments of the Nefilius all accounted for? Isn't that the reason why we are using the Prime Wars as a means to determine who will receive a huge portion of that body? Only Primes could create something that could hide a powerful Nefilius suit. I believe I was tasked to protect one!"
"Hmp. So just like Pridgeon, many Presiders are showing a weak facade?"
"Haven't you been? How close to ascending are you?" Garenjazz laughed.
"Who is the woman?" Shakstress changed the discussion.
"The one who has been calling out in the dream world? Who knows. It could be Mirth. It could be Zeraphine. Regardless, luck is on my side. So I don't need to worry."
"Luck? Wait! The time?!" Shakstress immediately realized what was going on and leaped out of the dream world.
"Thirty minutes, eh? I was able to hide her for thirty minutes. That should suffice, Pridgeon." Garenjazz laughed.
Thirty minutes before the events in that dream world happened, an important battle began.
The battle had begun with several forces shooting at each other. Many in the Mediterranean seas were forced to rush their way in, and another battle occurred over the Mediterranean.
A swarm of red bats had conquered one ship after the other, and while the amounts of these red bats were being killed, they seemed endless as more of the red bats would appear over the ships that were attacked.
There were also strange robots that had humanoid forms and were made of liquid metal that also fought.
But the most terrifying of all were three hurricane-like figures that kept shooting out from one place to another. The tornados had powerful and destructive abilities that would shoot out and destroy even metal. It was like a huge drill that was made of wind that could easily destroy metal.
Gardo watched in shock.
"They weren't that strong in the Kraken." Gardo whistled.
"That's a unique form of Realm. They must have studied Typical's Realm. Considering how Typical fought Hermes, that experience might have piqued Hermes's interest. All five of them are now masters of this Realm. You'd have to go down to a molecular level to see just what kind of wind they carry." Arthur explained.
"And Vender's going to fight that?" Gardo asked again.
At that moment, a desert camouflage-colored Armor zoomed out of one of the secret desert tunnels and emerged, firing a volley of rockets.
"...What is he doing?" Harker was stunned. Vender just shot all of his powerful rockets.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The attacks exploded randomly. These attacks were all a step lower to weapons of mass destruction and the highest tier of weapons that the countries unanimously agreed to make as the limit so that the tragedy of World War Three won't happen again.
The attacks arced everywhere.
Some attacks occurred in places where there were no ships. Some occurred on the skies above. A few raced towards the middle and exploded. But due to the distance, everyone that became a target of these rockets managed to shoot down and detonate the rocket even before it reached.
The explosions shocked everyone. Egypt had launched various rockets as if they were not expensive.
"That was reckless! That was stupid!" Harker cursed.
Lowengren also facepalmed at the idiot move of Vender.
"How the hell did this man become a General!"
"I agree that his actions were reckless and stupid. But look carefully. The battle stopped. The more I got to know him, the more I understood his Path."
"Even you think it's a Path? Man... And my Gomu Gomu ability is just considered a skill." Gardo sighed.
"It's very strong. I don't know how, but Vender's Path has the potential to be more useful than most of the Ranked Heroes we have. That includes Meryl and Typical."
"What is it?" Harker was amazed.
"It's the opposite of Alean's Path. If Alean has Zone, he has the power to disrupt it. This was why I was confident in fighting these Overcomers. But I still underestimated Vender. I thought his Path would be more dangerous when he's fighting stronger enemies with Zone. But now, look around you. The battle stopped!" Arthur explained.
It was then that the rest realized what happened.
The entire battlefield got quiet.
For most on the sea, they stopped raging as the attacks scared most of them. But as for the attacks on random parts of the sky and sea, it did so much more. Various stealth weapons, drones, and even secret squads were there.
The other nations also stopped in their attacks in fear of Egypt's mad attacks. The Xenophobic nation that hid from the world suddenly unleashed a reign of attacks. Who knows what Egypt would do or not do?
Aside from that, the secret forces of Shakstress were decimated as well. They had been hiding in a small pocket dimension and were waiting for the right time to move into Egypt. But they were all killed by the random attack of Vender.
The attacks also disrupted the wind channel that Hermes created. It struct on the most important places that allowed him to cause his armies to fly.
Austin even screamed as he fell. The blood bats had a hard time traveling, and many of the Familiars began to land on the ships or fall into the sea.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Another wave of rockets was shot as Vender sent out some of the weaker rockets in his gear and even used guns and lasers.
Accessing the broadcast controls, Vender made a proud declaration after getting everyone's attention.
"I'm Backman." Vender laughed with a strange distorted but clearly was an Austrian accent.
Everyone was stunned.
"Akasha. I don't know-how. But that man found my core wind channel! He's that good! We attack together!" Hermes suddenly appeared.
The pair flew to the sky and charged at Vender.
Vender gave a confident smirk as he watched the two.
"Fools. I'm a master of Psychology! I can predict your every moment! I will just-"
Suddenly, Vender sent a distress call to Arthur.
"Arthur! Help! This Armor only has few rockets! I think I accidentally shot them all out earlier!"
"..."