Chapter 440: War preparation

While Astra and Alice were celebrating in happiness after seeing their daughter's talent evaluation.

The Etherium Alliance was in a frenzy upon seeing the result of Cathlin's evaluation.

Ultimate Level—although they knew of its existence, they didn't expect it to be born in their dimension.

S-level potential was already rare.

Having such talent could already guarantee one to reach tier 8, furthermore with enough resources and time reaching tier 9 is not a problem.

Seeing ultimate level potential, they couldn't imagine what height such a person can reach.

After calming down, they hurriedly reported it to their superior, the five supreme ruler of the Etherium Realm.

As for the safety of Cathin, they didn't worry.

There were in the testing ground of the Astral Continent one of the safest place in Etherium realm.

Especially in this time of unified testing, there were always a hundred Apex Sovereign on standby.

Since the establishment of Etherium Alliance, security has always been the number one concern.

Although fighting and killing still happened, it was only in designated areas like the Chaotic Sea, Arenas, Wild Land, Secret Realm, etc.

If there had been fighting and killing everywhere, forget about fighting and winning in Dimensinal Wars, they could just kill themselves.

The Etherium Realm couldn't progress if there is no feeling of safety, thus safety is the first priority even for the weakest individual.

Still, to use manpower more efficiently, the degree of protection depends of potential, importance and contribution.

An S-level talent basically had the highest protection; as soon as they were born, a Tier 9 Apex Sovereign would be sent immediately.

Until they reached Tier 8, this guard would be watching at all times to prevent any accidents.

Now having a phenomenal prodigy surpassing S-level, Three Apex Sovereigns were already on their way to escort the child.

With the Etherium Alliance causing such a commotion, Maximus attention turn to Cathlin.

"Cathlin? I didn't expect the appearance of the ultimate physique would be this soon..."

Although the Etherium Realm is only a Tier 9 dimension, with the help of the World Tree, it already has a prototype of a Tier 12 dimension.

Giving birth to talented individuals was only natural.

The proof of this is a thousand individuals possessing dimensional-level physiques being born in just the past hundred years.

One had to know that in all of Etherium Realm's existence, there have been less than 100 individuals born with dimensional-level physiques.

Now, in just a hundred years, it multiplied the amount tenfold.

Looking at Cathlin, Maximus thought of his unmarried sons.

"No, too young," Maximus hurriedly shook his head.

Cathlin was only three years old; it was too young to marry his thousand-year-old sons.

"No matter, just let it be."

Not wanting to delve into the emotional life of his children, Maximus couldn't help but think of their current situation.

It's been about three hundred years since they had gone to the dimensional battlefield

Except for the first hundred years, when they were still leisurely, having the time to go back home.

In the last hundreds of years, they barely returned, fearing that they would be killed on the dimensional battlefield.

Logging out in the dimensional battlefield was not simply returning to the original world.

Depending on how many points they earned, they would be imposed with various restrictions.

Those families and organizations were from Tier 12 dimensions, the top talent of the dimensional alliance.

Beside having ultimate physique, they also cultivate close to 161,803 laws.

They only have Heaven and Dimensional level physique, worse yet thye could only cultivate 1,118 law.

Although there is the Origin Manul created by their father, they were still severely outmatched.

"Then should we inform others to return?" Amara said in reluctance.

The more points, the more status they could have in the organization of their choosing.

If they didn't want to join, they could also use the points they earned to exchange for rare resources.

There is even a Tier 12 ultimate treasure that could be exchanged if they had enough points.

"No, we still have to fight."

"Let us give this place a battle to remember..." Liam smirked.

"Send a message to the others, let them prepare."

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Soon, time began to pass.

While the forces from the inner area marched in high profile, the Shadowcrest Outpost was in a state of martial law.

Inside the base, trillions of individuals were sweating as they worked without rest.

Pieces of materials were getting transported, buildings were being built, weapons were being deployed, and the army was getting stationed.

In the frontline, the 9 Valkyries—Lily, Lyla, Lydia, Serene, Cyra, Asha, Lila, Maya, and Maxime—stood proudly, waiting for the battle.

Lily and the others were the most active on the battlefield, earning the most points in the family.

They were the sharp sword that destroyed all the enemies that dared to disobey the Shadowcrest Outpost's order.

"Sister, when will the enemy arrive? I'm sick of this place." Lyla said with a pout.

Fighting all year round, Lyla and most others had the urge to just quit and return home.

However not wanting to waste all the hard work they put in, they didn't want to give up just because of boredom.

"Just a few more months," Lily said looking at the intel.

"Finally, We can get out of this place!" The other celebrated.

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In the streets of the outpost, Max and his wife Ella were oblivious to the tense situation at the base.

Eating when they were hungry, resting when they were tired, and playing when they were bored.

For the two of them, fighting had long been engraved in their bones.

Even as they slept, they would dream about fighting.

"Max, hurry! This will be the last time we'll taste the delicacies in the dimensional battlefield," Ella urged with her mouth filled with food.

"But they aren't as delicious as Mother Erica's cooking," Max shook his head, missing the food at home.

"What do you know! We are tasting the feeling and atmosphere of the battlefield." Ella rolled her eyes.

"However, I also miss Mother Erica's food..." Ella pouted.

Not being home for over a hundred years, she wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

"Soon, we'll return home soon..." Max muttered, hugging his wife in his arms.