?The Negation Energy had the color of a green mist, that shot across the distance, faster than a lightning bolt, quick bursts of spells and energy blasts were aimed down upon it from the opposition, even though most of the enemy had not recovered from the strain of teleportation, their enormous numbers were an advantage as millions of spells and energy bolt impacted against the Negation Energy.

The green mist dispersed most of the spells and energy bolts, but its volume began to decrease as it tore through wave after wave of spells that hindered its movements, but enough of the green mist went through to splash against the shields, creating minuscule gaps that most would not even notice.

The shields had been strengthened dramatically before the Negation Energy had reached it, and although it quivered, or still held, the tiny gaps were closed in less than a second, a time that was short enough for none of the green mist to flow through or any other harmful spells.

But for Diane, this short period of vulnerability was enough.

Her senses had been primed for the moment she spotted a gap, and when it emerged, she seized it. A golden glow that was virtually undetectable during the chaos slipped through the gaps in the shields and touched a single ship.

Diane’s abilities were similar to those of the Volgim family, but what separated them was her reach and power. These series of ships were called Horus Crest, a unique line of galactic crusher ships employed by the Magus Supreme World.

Every Horus Crest had the power to police an entire galaxy and contained proprietary technology unique to mages. A million of them was enough to control a greater portion of the universe, but there were close to nine million of these ships here.

This was a power that had been carefully built up during the last five billion years by The Watcher, harvested from resources from this universe, these ships would have solidified her position beside the Supreme Magus and expanded the reaches of magus society across dozens of universes, but they were all deployed to this field of battle.

Diane was not just a Spell Weaver, she was one of the lucky few who had been transformed by Rowan’s enhanced Ouroboros Bloodline directly from the source which was his scales, and that gave her certain unique properties that made her a terrifying prospect.

One of her special abilities was a unique form of resonance, she had touched and understood the composition of one of the ships, this made it possible for her to connect to every ship in the fleet that shared the same material, and this link disregarded the influence of space, and perhaps if she grew strong enough, it would be possible to disregard time.

What this simply meant was that connecting with one ship here meant that technically Diane could connect to every single Horus Crest in existence, that is if she was strong enough.

Connecting to all the ships here would test her powers to the limits and beyond.

Her golden eyes lit up as if there was a star inside her head and she raised her hands, her legs leaving the ground and she screamed, for a moment it was as if nothing had happened, and then the entire fleets of Horus Crest, all nine million, shuddered, and they began to turn around slowly, this shattered all the shields they had created and their weapons began to hum to life.

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Six Star Archmage Ventus Ezeh was not having the most pleasant day, and after experiencing some of the worst moments in his life during this short year, this was saying something. For the last few minutes, he had been pushing out the fog that shackled his Spirit, Soul, and body, and he was barely halfway done when commanded to block the attacks from the enemy.

The fleet of Horus Crest that he was leading should have left this doomed universe months ago, but administrative delays and other unforeseen developments delayed this process. He was used to situations like this and considered it one of the pains of magus bureaucracy, something he was also guilty of.

He had spent tens of millions of years dedicated to this esteemed project, and he was one from a long line of successors who was heading the creation of these Galactic Destroyers, he could boldly beat his chest and affirm that he was among the most productive of commanders to ever sit on this chair. freewbn𝐨𝘃𝐞𝗹.𝗰𝚘𝗺

In the short millions of years he had been with this project he had been able to develop a whooping 563 Horus Crests, a record he was sure would be challenging to beat. This universe was bursting with untapped resources and he had not been as frugal as his predecessors, and it showed.

The call from The Watcher to assemble before a gigantic spell formation three days ago was unexpected and if he had the capability to refuse, he would have gladly taken it, whatever conflict that was ongoing in this universe was not something Archmage Ventus felt he was capable of dipping his fingers into. He had lived long enough to understand the meaning of Will, and the monsters who controlled the power of higher dimensions.

Even if he lived till the end of creation, he doubted if he would ever touch the realm of Will, and like ninety-nine percent of every archmage, he would be stuck at the limits of Intents. This realization made him develop a healthy fear for the users of Will, for them, eternity was assured and everyone else was dust by the roadsides, even the so-called Immortals like them.

Archmage Ventus had hoped that the summoning was the final confirmation he needed to leave this universe because he knew that although the Horus Crests were powerful, they were missing several valuable components and Spell Arrays that could only be fitted in when they reached the Magus Supreme World, and it was not advisable for them to participate in this conflict.

With his power as Commander of the fleet, it was his right to at least delay any order that was given until it could be reviewed but he did not have the chance to exercise that right. The Watcher who should never have let such a blunder happen, gave her consent to it.

There was no discussion, only orders and instructions on what was going to be happening next, apparently, the three Tower Masters had made a decision about the direction of this conflict, and Archmage Ventus did not have the time to wrap his head around the orders when he was warped from his position into this unknown dimension.

Inside every Horus Crest were ten thousand crew members, a skeletal force that could barely run the ship. Blocking that perverse blasts of Intent was possible only due to Archmage Ventus’s direction, as he had fought through the paralysis afflicting him to ensure that his Horus Crest fleet responded as they should to their tasks.

It was the reason why he was baffled when the number of crew members in his ship that were barely above a thousand in number had suddenly ballooned into a million with more life signatures popping out with every passing second, and from his readings, this was happening on all Horus Crests.

It did not take long for him to see who these unexpected visitors were, and they were parts of his ships.

Chairs, pillars, control terminals, Spell Arrays, Weapons, even entire rooms, and halls… all of them had been animated, they tore their way out from whatever position that they were placed, and before the gaze of the stunned Archmage, they began to crew the ship as they slaughtered the previous crew members.

He was flung away from his throne as it stood up, assuming a humanoid shape, before launching itself at the Archmage.