Seeing the fight between the knights and Elvira, Baal chuckled.
"Seems you do not even spare the strong beings on your own plane."
"I just do what is necessary."
"For your own ambition, you really stop at nothing.
How much will you sacrifice until you are satisfied?
What you want to do is impossible."
"Is it? Baal, on your own plane you were the strongest being.
You could even create new life if you wanted.
What is so impossible about my desire?"
"I create life based on established rules. I pay the appropriate price.
The law of conservation of energy.
You should know about this too."
Baal’s gaze turned cold.
"You are too greedy, Eve."
Eve’s emotionless eyes flickered with emotion.
They were filled with indignation and anger.
"Who decided those rules?
Is it not just another higher being?
With enough power, I will create my own world and rules."
"World Crafter is just a legend.
If you think anyone has the ability to create all of those planes, then you are fooling yourself."
"It is not a legend.
You are just limited by your own imagination.
As long as I gather all the Primordial Elents, then everything will be mine."
Eve raised her finger.
Four elents appeared in the air.
A small tree, filled to the brim with life energy.
A floating rock that kept vibrating, distorting the space around it.
A drop of water that looked plain and ordinary.
And a block of tal that gave off rainbow light.
"Primordial Earth, Water, tal, and Tree.
To think you have gathered all four."
Baal’s face turned grim.
He knew better than anyone what those Primordial Elents were.
They were not just simple sources of power like what the Ash King had.
Primordial Elents had existed since the universe began.
They were the base foundation that ford many planes in the universe.
Each elent was separated into different planes, becoming the anchor of that plane.
To truly take control of each one was not as simple as finding it.
For example, the Primordial Fla that was sealed in the capital was not the real Primordial Fla.
It was nothing more than a shard of the core.
Once a Primordial Elent beca the base of a plane, parts of it would slowly spread throughout that plane.
So of that power beca treasures.
Much of it beca part of living beings.
As years passed, this power spread even further.
This was why Eve had been gathering strong beings and daemons from many planes.
She was absorbing their Primordial essence and filtering it from all impurities.
The impurities were then used in experints to create strong creatures that caused havoc in the world.
So people even mistook those creations for daemons.
This was also why many believed her goal was to create the ultimate lifeform.
But Baal knew the truth.
All of that was nothing more than a side project.
Sothing Eve did as a hobby for entertainnt.
"Well, I should thank you too for this," Eve said.
"You helped clean up all those failed playthings."
"I hunted them to recover my power," Baal said with a cold snort.
His own essence had also been taken away by Eve.
Baal looked toward the floating drop of water that seed very ordinary compared to the other Primordial Elents.
He knew better than anyone how scary that elent really was.
While they discussed things that could shake the world, no one else could hear them.
Their voices never reached the battlefield.
Only Baal and Eve heard each other’s words.
Not that anyone had the ti to listen anyway.
With Arthur’s appearance, the Ash King also turned his attention toward their side.
His gaze locked onto the sword in Arthur’s hand.
He felt sothing familiar there.
A call buried deep in his bones.
’Primordial Fla...’
If anyone here understood the truth of the Primordial Elents, they would already guess it.
Excalibur was not a normal relic.
It was one of the treasures born from the Primordial Fla itself.
Feeling that pull, the Ash King raised his hand.
The remaining barrier layers around the capital shifted.
Instead of trying to seal the city, the outer shell pulled back and condensed along the walls.
Ancient cannons mounted along the top of the walls began to awaken.
Stone split open as hidden mouths of tal slid out, one after another.
Fla runes lit up along their barrels.
They turned as one, aiming at Eve’s army in the sky and at the distant fortress where Ben’s forces stood.
"Fire," the Ash King said coldly.
Fla Priests rushed along the ramparts, pressing their staves into the cannon bases to feed power into them.
Ashborn squads ford guard circles around each firing point, weapons raised, flas burning along their armor.
Deep inside the barrels, rune lines lit up one after another.
Ash fla and Primordial power were pulled together, compressed tighter and tighter until the air itself began to shake.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Columns of burning light shot out from the walls, tearing through air and cloud.
So beams curved upward toward Eve’s army, dragging long trails of fire behind them.
Others slamd down along the ground path toward Ben’s fortress, ripping deep scars into the wasteland.
The first blasts hit like falling suns.
Near Eve’s formation, the air turned white for a mont.
Shockwaves rolled out in rings, hurling Magus away.
Several of the front platforms shattered, sending their riders tumbling.
Eve and Baal both turned toward the incoming barrage.
They clicked their tongues almost at the sa ti.
Invisible barriers ford in front of them.
The cannon beams crashed into the unseen walls and split apart, sliding along the surface before exploding harmlessly to the sides.
Fire rained down on the empty wasteland instead, carving new craters into the ground.
On Ben’s side, the barrage slamd down around the fortress.
Outer Krell defenses were torn apart.
Several golem lines vanished in a single blast, scattered into molten fragnts and flying stone.
The shockwaves rocked the whole structure, making even the giant walls groan.
Elvira’s hastily raised shields caught the main blast aid at the fortress core, but cracks spread through her barrier and one of the upper towers still collapsed under the impact.
Far beneath the capital, the Primordial Fla flared in response.
The sealed altar shook hard enough to split stone.
Fire pressed against its bindings, reacting to the strain from the cannon draw and the distant presence of Excalibur.
The Ash King felt it.
He stopped watching Arthur and turned his gaze inward, toward the heart of the city.
"So you finally wake up," he muttered.
Golden flas wrapped tighter around his body like armor.
He rose higher, turned his back on the outer battlefield, then shot toward the city center at full speed.
Straight toward the Primordial Fla altar.
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