Chapter 392: Women of Beauty

The space around the Earth trembled that day. A powerful force broke through space and left many nations speculating what it was later on.

It occurred directly above the airspace of the South American region. A flash of bright white flickered and left a strange trail like that of a meteor.

Scientists across the globe worried about what it was. Many believed it was the Lost Primordial or the WGP that caused the extraterrestrial anomaly. 

But in truth, it was a Presider.

It was similar to astral projection. The real body of the Presider was in one place. But another form that contained the consciousness and thought of the same Presider was breaching through space itself to invade a fortress hidden in another dimension.

Even Presider Crostfree's techs could not locate this dimension, for it wasn't like Crostfree's fourth dimension fortress. This fortress was similar to the dream world of Cliff. Entering the fortress was relatively easy for the Presider. But a strange change occurred that she could not sense.

Time moved so slow inside that fortress that the moment she realized it, thirty minutes have passed in the real world. The fortress was also closed up, and she had to exert a lot of effort to breach it, and it took another ten or so minutes for her to go back to her real body.

The real body was also enraged at what was happening. It was so angry that it began to exude an energy that most of the Overcomers around the world felt.

Shakstress was enraged at what had happened. Garenjazz trapped her in that fortress and made it more difficult for her to return. She could already sense the Universe Energy that she was cultivating, leaking out to the world, and knew that her absence caused the deaths of her elites.

"That Garenjazz! I'll personally kill him when the time comes!" She raged as her astral form moved towards space.

But as she zoomed towards the land of Egypt with such great haste...

"Who is this?" A seductive voice was heard.

Shakstress was stunned. She turned and could see an ethereal form of what appeared to be a woman. Although her face was strange and unclear, as if it was covered in fog, Shakstress could not help but be amazed at the beauty.

"A beauty that challenges mine? Oh my. A Top-Tier Presider? It's been quite a while. The last time I saw one was before World War. I've sensed you for quite a time. But now it seems that you all Top-Tiers have finally taken an interest in Earth. Let me tell you this. I am the queen of this world. I, the Lost Primordial!" The woman laughed.

Shakstress watched in shock. There was various speculation as to who the Lost Primordial was. When Shakstress arrived on Earth, she immediately set out to uncover their identity. But all evidence that she found led to dead ends except for the confessions of some Pioneers that indicated it was the work of some Mid-Tier Presider trying to create chaos for the Top-Presiders to fight each other.

But now, these speculations were proven false. There were other Presiders on Earth.

"Tell me your name, a woman of beauty. And here I thought no other Presider could match my beauty." Shakstress spoke

"You can't see through my identity? The quality of Top-Tier Presiders seems to be dropping." The woman laughed.

"You must be an Earthling who found the toys of the Lost Primordial."

"Really? Then how could I have a Nefilus Suit, I wonder?" The figure laughed as her eyes grew clearer.

At that moment, Shakstress felt a strange sensation as if she was being drawn into the eyes of the woman.

"Hmp!" Shakstress cursed and waved her hands.

BOOM!

A small shockwave erupted on the area where the woman stood, and her figure began to distort.

"Let's see if my forces in Egypt can kill you... On your way, fair beauty. I shall rip it off your face soon." The woman laughed as her appearance began to vanish.

"W-Who was that?!" Shakstress was startled as the woman vanished. 

She believed that she knew all of the Presider's many secrets and believed to have seen through their many masks. Her trip here was well-prepared and made the necessary precaution in case an all-out war would erupt. But now, a new player had joined the game. And she hated uncertainty. 

Then she started to realize that the reason Garenjazz called her might not have been a simple trick to give Pridgeon an advantage.

"Garenjazz and Pridgeon must be hiding something more interesting. So the Lost Primordial was here? Could that be what made Andronze shut the borders of Egypt?"

The strange figure that appeared before her didn't have the same soul-like power that was similar to her astral projection form.

"Are there more Top-Tier level Presiders on Earth? Her power to project is strange. And that beauty! It didn't make sense! No human can have such beauty! Just like Principal Saradite, her beauty managed to pierce the dimensions!" But as the initial worry faded, she realized something else.

"I can finally have it! True beauty! It's possible to achieve it here!" She suddenly smiled. Her ethereal form gazed towards the direction of Egypt. Her fortress was already falling to the earth.

"Pridgeon and Andronze. I guess I'll have to kill you both now!" She smiled, and her body flew towards that location.

In the capital of the newly founded Desert Capital...

A woman opened her eyes as she left a strange device.

"How was it, Empress?" The body of Pioneer Flantter asked.

"It was rather exciting, Lennox. This device really suits me. To think that this Realm King managed to escape my senses all this time. That woman was quite powerful. Also, her beauty is unnatural. It seems that there is a science or a Path of Beauty. I have only something lesser than that."

"How is yours lesser? Every being on earth are susceptible to your beauty. You were even able to appear as an illusion and a whispering dream to all beings on this planet and appeared in front of that woman who was in a dream form."

"It's not MY power, Lennox. You know my desire. If it's not my power, it's nothing to be proud of. Still, this device helps me in strengthening myself." The Tyrant Empress laughed.

"But I'm curious. Isn't your son there? Why did you make me appear in front of her if you knew it would lead to her planning to kill those Presiders in Egypt? Wouldn't it go against whatever their plans are?"

"My son's purpose is for him and those group of eccentric Paths to grow. Sending that Presider to make her kill the others will only be beneficial for them. My son has to grow stronger and see the future despite the convergence of many Zone-destroying abilities like that woman. I am sure that his current plan is to use that Pridgeon and Andronze to fight her."

"It'll be interesting. Whoever wins will become our prey!" The Tyrant Empress licked her lips.

"Octarion!"

"My queen!"

"Prove your might as an Overcomer! Every eye should be in the Mediterranean now, so moving in towards that area should be possible. Lennox gives him the techs that can hide him from getting detected by Egypt's locust's tech."

"I have the right technology. To avoid locust, he can become one. Eden. Create a distraction at the borders to allow Octarion to charge in. This would also be the perfect time to spread your seeds, Eden." Lennox gave his orders.

"As the Queen's Hand orders." A tree with the figure of a beautiful woman stood nearby.

"My Queen! My spear can be of more service than this brute!" A tall man called out.

"No. Your curse technology is quite compatible with my powers. We still need to experiment with it, Akash." The Empress smiled.

"You hear that, you big oaf?" The man laughed at Octarion.

"You are desired for your techs. But me, for my body." Octarion laughed as he walked out.

"Do I massacre the border?" Eden asked.

"No. I already contacted the Kahn family. They are to lead the attack. Support them and make sure that no one dies. It's quite problematic if we lose some Unlocked. Egypt is in full alert, so all their techs will be at disposal."

"Understood." Eden nodded, and suddenly she began to merge to the tree, and the tree became normal once more.

Immediately, the same woman emerged out of a tree that was rooted in the borders between the Desert Empire and Egypt.

"Our Queen has ordered." The woman was the very same pilot who fought with Lynd in Pangea. The heir and sole inheritor of Eden's Garden technology.

"What are her orders?" A man that had a large robotic arm asked.

"We are to go to battle. Our mission is to send Octarion in their region without being detected. It seems the time to reveal your Dinosaur Armors is now Kahn." The woman smiled.

"For the victory of the Tyrant Empress!"

Back in the capital of the Desert Empire...

Octarion was outside of the wilderness. He was now outfitted with special armor that made him look like a Dawn Soldier.

A large platform was opening up on the ground beneath him as intense magnetic energy began to appear.

With the combination of the Realm Kings telekinetic powers and magnetism, a launchpad was created.

"Send me." Octarion stated.

A strange whirring sound rang and Octarion was sent flying to the sky.

As the Tyrant Empress prepared her attacks, the war in the Mediterranean had grown rather quiet.

The ships in the Suez Canal did not make any movements while the fleets outside began to organize themself. The sudden explosion that destroyed the hurricane made all forces wary.

The planned Anonymous War, where most countries sent blank Exoskeleton with no technological possibilities, was aborted. In order to fight and survive this battle with such tremendous technologies, all who were in the Mediterranean requested support.

Most nations were waiting for the special packages that will equip them with the weapons to fight.

There was also a strange white light emerging in one of the ships. The fluctuation of energy was similar to that of the Kraken when it assumed the strongest Invoking that made it a large sea monster. Which caused various nations to send their spies to observe what that energy was.

"Alright! Since you guys aren't fighting... Allow me to entertain you!" A strange voice was heard.

"Stugs! Stupacks! Stugustupack!" Vender began to beat box.

"What's he doing?" Harker was surprised.

"Oh no. Not that! Anything but that!" Lowengren cursed as he covered his ears.

"Is he... rapping?" Gardo asked as he heard the words that Vender started to speak.

"Arthur. I received a message from the Realm King. He used a bit of energy to warn us. Something huge is right on top of us. He sent me coordinates all of a sudden. But that location is empty! I even used my winds to sense it. But the feeling of danger is also coming from that area." Hermes reported.

"And tell that crazy general of yours to stop rapping!" Hermes complained.

"Perfect. It must be the Presider. Amazing!" Arthur ignored Hermes.

"Vender's raps confused that Presider. Launch weapons of mass destruction to the sky. Since we are not attacking any other nation, no one should complain, right?" Arthur sneered.

As Arthur predicted, the soul of Shakstress had just returned to her body. The small speck of dust was now hovering within Egypt's borders, and Shakstress was about to reveal her entire fort to decimate the entire fleets from all nations. But just as she was about to give the orders...

"Throughout the seas and over the lands, no General can survive my hands!"

"In every battle, the soldiers flee, for there is no one who is like me!"

"So all you soldiers, you better prepare! Cuz I'll cook you up like medium rare!"

"I've got Egyptian blood! I'm your Pharaoh! I'm a Pirate Dune raider, called Jack Sparrow!"

"Yes, I lift, I do forty bench-press! I build my body with painful shock n' stress!"

The strange, painfully torturous raps of a man began, which made Shakstress befuddled. Why was someone rapping in the speakers? Who would allow that? Wasn't there a huge battle going on here?

Shakstress was a person of strict ideals and beliefs. And so, such oddity confused her.

Unknowingly, Vender's stupid rhymes also mentioned something that Shakstress thought to be her name.

At that moment, several rockets began to travel in the subterranean paths of Egypt. And it was headed for the location of where that speck of dust that contained Shakstress's base.