Chapter 1862 War [4]

Chapter 1862 War [4]

Rose's opponent was not a Foreign Noble who existed when Damien last came to this cosmos. This trend could be seen in many other places. The Dark God prepared an army to combat the Heavenly World directly, and for that purpose, people like this woman were created.

She was once called Veritera, a Grand Duke of Illusion, unlike anyone who had ever come before her. She was able to turn reality into her playground through those abilities, and she was now a part of the Foreign Race army for the sole purpose of combating Rose.

If there was one thing to note, it was that the extent of their abilities and the specific vein of concepts they studied weren't taken into account. Merely, people who followed the same law were promoted to the highest strength they could reach and thrown into the battlefield.

Rose and Veritera had already disappeared from the battlefield. They were in a plane of their own creation, but at the same time, they were deep within the folds of reality. Their bodies could not be seen, but there was a sector in the starry sky that was continuously changing and becoming more dangerous.

The other Divinities fighting in space had to stay far away from that place if they didn't want to be caught in the collisions. That alone was enough to tell of both women's strength.

Nevertheless, what was unseen to others was not the same for everyone. If anyone possessed the ability to look past the reality they knew, they would find the splendorous scenes that their fight was truly causing.

The ever-changing image of reality seemed to mirror the abilities possessed by Existence itself.

Rose and Veritera stood far away from each other and never made attempts to close the distance. They had formed domains around them, manifestations of their control over illusion and reality. If they entered the enemy's territory, they would be slaughtered without mercy.

The goal of this battle was to overthrow the enemy's territory with one's own and swallow them. Only when that happened could a winner be declared.

They were relatively even from the beginning.

Rose sat on a throne of swords. It was the same Illusory Throne that she used when she was young, but its meaning was entirely different.

From this throne, she controlled reality itself. The fate strings seen by her eyes were turned into the strings that weaved into the fabric of reality, and when she pulled on them or twisted them, she could directly influence the world.

The throne was a defensive position, but it gave her ample room to attack as well. She was not sitting in a dark space or surrounded by winds or swords. Instead, she was surrounded by the golden light of fate itself.

Her territory almost felt holy, but if one mentioned that opinion to Veritera, she would absolutely take the opportunity to call that person an idiot.

This was nothing like a holy land. The territory she faced was one of pure death.

Reality was folded into several layers, creating something like a sixteen-dimensional prism. It continued to expand and add more dimensions to its body, growing into an unbelievable monster.

However, Veritera was never someone to be doubted. The Dark God had something of a superiority complex when it came to women. He hardly ever resurrected them and gave them power because he felt that they were lowly.

The name "Rose Adelaire" used to strike fear into any enemy. Her cruel methods and sadistic fighting style completely contrasted the reputation she had among her allies.

The people of the Heavenly World didn't know. They weren't aware of what Rose was capable of in a fight. At most, they believed in her knowledge, leadership, and stealth.

Yet, here she was. Here she was controlling a power that was only different from Existence in name, fighting against someone whose power had the same relationship with Nonexistence.

Damien would have been extremely proud of her if he had been here to witness it, but that was beside the point.

Those two domains were clashing quite fiercely, but there was a problem.

Rose's growth rate was too fast. The technique that gave her the ability to fold the dimensions of the impossible prison she was creating wasn't anything Veritera could replicate. In terms of raw speed, her domain was growing larger at a much slower rate.

Rose's eyes were trained on her opponent the entire time.

She refused to defeat only a single Grand Duke in this battle.

She wasn't satisfied with showcasing the power of an ordinary Supreme God.

It didn't matter if it was a miracle for her to reach that level when she only ascended to Divinity after coming to the Heavenly World, but what did that matter?

Her sisters were going to show performances that she couldn't match.

And though it didn't necessarily matter who did better, it was fine for them to entertain friendly competition, wasn't it?

It had been some time since they last gathered, so they didn't quite know what level the others had reached.

This was the perfect time for them to display their might.

If they were able to get a win over their closest friends and sisters in the process...

Why would they ever refuse to do their best?