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The three battles took no more than five days in total.

Three alien demigods died swiftly. The Grey-Maned King of the Northern Orcs, the Feathered Serpent King of the Swamp, and the Tide Duke of the Deep Sea Naga were all annihilated, leaving not even ashes behind.

The entire world of Terran remained silent for three whole days.

All the demigods of other races, all the creatures that had not taken sides, and all the ancient beings lurking in the shadows fell silent at this moment.

The demigods of all the orc clans fled north that very day, escaping into the vast snow-covered mountains of the Frostlands.

The remaining demigods of the sea race sank into the deeper seabed, while the demigods of the southern intelligent races vanished as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.

No one dared to show their face in public anymore.

No one knows who the three world rulers will target next.

Nobody dared to gamble.

After the world's ascension, humanity will become its master.

The attitude that humans showed them was one of crushing.

Deep within the territory of the Feathered Serpents, in a stone palace covered with vines and moss, the final scene of the Feathered Serpent King's death is playing on repeat.

On the light screen of the recording stone, the red line was pulled back out of thin air. Guderian pointed his staff lightly, and the Feathered Serpent King was flung away like a kite with a broken string.

Once, twice, ten times. Each time it was just a casual remark.

The final frame of the scene shows Guderian defeating Quetzalcoatl with a single blow.

Inside the stone hall, the remaining third-tier elders of the feathered serpent people remained silent, none of them uttering a word.

After an unknown amount of time, an elderly feathered serpent man spoke in a trembling voice:

"The Lord of the World...is unstoppable."

"Disband the tribe and prepare for the worst," another elder suddenly said.

His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone look up: "Disperse into the depths of the swamp, and for ten years do not allow yourselves to appear as large tribes, preserving a single spark of life."

There was no rebuttal, no argument.

The feathered serpent figures in the stone hall got up one after another and dispersed in different directions.

The stone hall, which had existed for who knows how many years, was empty the next day.

Soon after, poisonous miasma from the depths of the swamp poured in through the cracks, completely submerging the stone palace.

Similar scenes are playing out all over the world.

Within the sea tribe's territory, all the demigods fled, leaving behind only some third-tier beings in charge.

They issued the contraction order at the same time, without prior agreement.

All patrol teams on the perimeter withdrew to the deep sea, and the core sea area entered a state of complete concealment.

The expansion plan, which was being prepared due to the expansion of the sea area, was torn up on the spot.

The Sea Clan's leadership issued a brief, almost ruthless order to all branch factions—

"Hibernation".

The same applies to the orc faction.

Several orc leaders sat around a campfire discussing their strategy, the firelight flickering on their rugged faces.

After watching the image on the memory stone, an old shaman dressed in animal skins silently pushed the memory stone into the campfire.

"After tonight, all units will assemble. They will then disperse and head north into the frozen ground."

There's nothing to the north...

"As long as I'm alive, that's enough."

As the campfire died down, the sound of horns, a sound usually heard during the Great Migration, drifted across the wilderness, but it was quickly silenced.

Silence is more terrifying than sound.

The world of Tyran fell into an eerie silence.

Dwarves, cavemen, stone giants, tree spirits... those small races that once lived on the fringes of the human world.

All the demigods vanished overnight, and their races migrated to distant places.

It's as if they're making way for humanity, who are about to become the world's dominant species.

In order to ensure the continuation of the race.

They achieved their goal.

Only after the alien races quieted down did the human world truly begin to "come alive".

The entire Magic Empire celebrated.

Nearly a hundred principalities sent envoys to offer their congratulations.

From the capital to remote border towns, Guderian's name is being sung in every street and alley.

The magic academy reprinted the section on Guderian's life from "A Brief History of the Empire" overnight.

The magic apprentices regarded this fourth-level magician as a symbol of wisdom.

But at this time, Guderian disappeared, and he did not meet with anyone.

This supreme ruler of the magical empire did only one thing after returning to the empire.

I went into the study on the top floor of the magic tower, closed the door, and began to write notes.

He wanted to record every detail of the breakthrough process and leave it for future generations.

After doing all this, he still had many more magical experiments to conduct.

The control over the fourth level of power is not yet perfect.

Breaking through to level four greatly extended his lifespan, and he estimated that he would survive without serious injury.

They can live for at least 100,000 years.

The paths we abandoned in the past can now be revisited.

Furthermore, he vaguely sensed that the crystal core that formed in his chest cavity after he became the master of the world had other uses.

Just as the magic apprentices were chanting his true name, something seemed to surge into the crystal core.

Could it be...?

No, he needs to study it further.

Guderian then entered a period of seclusion.

They could no longer even see the empire's high-ranking officials.

Unlike Guderian's side.

Star Heart and Glory Emperor, however, were unusually active.

At the headquarters of the Knights Alliance, tens of thousands of official knights had gathered outside the temple.

They came from all over, some were white-haired third-level knights, and others were newly promoted.

Without any organization or call to action, they spontaneously came to the square outside the temple.

Looking up at the lingering starlight of the twelve phantom stars in the sky.

Some whispered the knightly oath, while others raised their longswords to pledge eternal loyalty.

Star Heart also took the opportunity to show off its strength as a Level 4 Knight.

Faced with this miraculous performance, many knights immediately decided to join the Knights' Alliance with their entire clans.

Star Heart naturally welcomes these knight families who want to join.

Humanity is about to enter an era of great development.

The more people, the better.

In contrast, while the Glory Emperor also demonstrated his strength, it only sparked a frenzy of excitement within the empire.

Unlike the Heart of the Stars, it did not attract anyone to bow down in worship.

But the most troublesome one has to be the Tide Business Alliance.

They completely underestimated the power of the world's ruler.

I originally thought that at most I would be a little stronger than a demigod, and that I could at most hold off three or four demigods.

So in the end, they distributed and used up all the blessings bestowed upon the world.

Suddenly, the strength of the demigods in the Business Alliance increased by one or two steps, and three new demigods emerged.

They initially thought they had made a profit.

But looking at it now, the Lord of the World could easily kill three demigods single-handedly.

Moreover, they also heard that that old man Guderian didn't use the World's Blessing at all.

Once the world's suppression was lifted, he broke through.

Half of the remaining blessings were given to the others, and the rest were used by the Magic Mercury Dragon.

Could this mean that another level four dragon will appear in the future?

Moreover, once the other two guys reach level four, it's hard to guarantee they won't do the same thing.

Now their Commercial Federation has completely fallen behind.

And those who share the same anxieties as the Business Federation.

There is another one in Baiyin City, thousands of miles away.