While those closest to the imperial family of the Black Plain Empire prepared for the worst, the Irpoll forces in the North Sea were positioning their ships around the spatial distortion of the universal wormhole.

After the ape civilization entered the War of the Worlds and took over The Adamant Land, they seized control of the universal wormhole on both sides of the space tunnel.

Since their arrival in the Spiritual World, they monitored this area of the North Sea to prevent the natives, or even the aliens of the Mechanic Empire, from fleeing. Another reason was to wait for news from their people in The Adamant Land, which happened frequently.

However, it had been nearly six weeks since they had received any communication from their group in The Adamant Land, something that had never happened in the past four years.

One observer in the area was pondering over this as he mysteriously looked at the spatial distortion there.

“Don’t you think it’s strange how long we have received no alerts from our superiors in The Adamant Land?” asked a brown-furred ape, one of the 12 individuals in the three wooden boats in the area.

These boats looked nothing like the ships of the Mechanic Empire or the forces of the Spiritual World. They looked like simple, huge wooden boats that couldn’t carry many members of those creatures’ race.

“It must be nothing. The Adamant Land is subdued. We’re not trying to expand our operations until we’ve mastered the Spiritual World, so there’s nothing to be afraid of,” said another ape.

They could distinguish among them many physical characteristics. But humans, like the natives of this world, would have a hard time distinguishing these beings, except for the color of their fur. From the point of view of the natives of this planet, they were very similar to each other.

However, even though they had their own characteristics that they could recognize and distinguish from each other beyond the color of their fur, while those two were talking, three other apes couldn’t help but make identical expressions that could confuse even beings of their own race.

Seeing this while talking to his friend, the brown-furred ape frowned and then looked toward the spatial distortion in that area.

The distortion changed and the tip of what looked like a spaceship appeared. However, it wasn’t a ship from Irpoll, let alone The Adamant Land.

All 12 level 99 apes sensed something was wrong until, in a single instant, the spaceship left the spatial distortion and stopped between the three boats.

As the ship’s main hatch opened, the twelve individuals heard a voice that was filled with malice, but also with vibrant energy. “Home, sweet home!”

Lightning cut through the air as day quickly gave way to night, with an immense black beam appearing after Minos’ human voice.

In the blink of an eye, he and his three companions who had returned to the Spiritual World with him appeared outside the spaceship, sending the spiritual laws in the surrounding area into chaos with such a powerful presence.

The eyes of the 12 apes widened as they felt the power of these four individuals, as well as the power of the lightning that descended upon this group.

Minos’ eyes narrowed as he felt his group agitated this thing. But as strong and frightening as it had been in the past, it was nothing to him now.

“Get lost!” Minos muttered, causing the trail of menacing energy and power to change as if it were a rapidly evaporating liquid.

Faced with Minos’ 10th technique, not even the infamous Death Lightning could stand against him.

The weather at the North Pole of the Spiritual World suddenly cleared as the brewing storm dissipated, giving way to sunny blue skies once again.

Minos then turned his attention to the apes on the three boats, the first enemies on their way back to their home planet. These twelve apes only had time to see Minos smile at them before Emperor Stuart’s deadly stare extinguished the souls of the twelve aliens.

Their bodies fell lifeless into the doomed waters of the North Sea, while Minos’ three companions awaited his orders.

He gazed at the North Sea in silence for a moment, his journey allowing him to discern all the secrets of this area with a single glance.

However, Minos remained indifferent to the disastrous reality of the sea and swiftly addressed his companions. “Ruth and I are heading to the Central Continent. You two will go to the Divine Continent and the Continent of Beasts. I’m not sure of the situation there, but eliminate all non-natives of our world that you encounter along the way.

Once you’ve finished your task, continue to search for any signs of the enemies and eliminate them until I call for you, or until no traces of the enemies remain on our planet.”

The two level 102 Sovereigns heeded Minos’ words and soon opened space rifts as they moved toward their respective destinations.

Left alone with Ruth, Minos controlled the space around their ship and the spatial distortion through which they could access the universal wormhole, ensuring that their enemies wouldn’t escape.

Soon after, they departed together, opening a rift in space as they flew toward the central continent.

“Go to the south of the continent, Ruth. I will go to the center of our territory to secure the situation of our people. If the enemies haven’t done their worst yet, I’ll join you as soon as I know the situation there,” he said, with no fear of his wife having to deal with the aliens all over the world.

Ruth was at level 101, and her special ability was super regeneration. Even if someone could hurt her in this world, they could never kill her.

Ruth agreed and then separated from her husband to go to the battlefield in the continent’s south, while he went to the core of the Black Plain Empire.

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A minute after Minos and his people arrived in the Spiritual World, a spatial rift appeared above the Dry City, attracting the attention of all the experts watching the area.

Callie and Aurae were not there. They were in the continent’s south, dealing with the expansion of the Irpoll forces’ territory.

The strongest on the outskirts of the city was a level 95 Demigod who couldn’t help but open his eyes wide and tremble with fear as he felt the terror approaching the capital.

However, at that moment, millions of people, not only in Dry City, but in much of the Black Plain Empire, felt something special rise within them.

Feeling the power of the people’s faith in himself, Minos arrived in the area with a smile on his face, realizing that his people had held out long enough.

“You have held out for a long time. Now relax. Let me take care of the rest. The War of the Worlds is over!” His voice resonated with every heart connected to his power of faith.

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