The Gourmet was right. If a Paragon was willing to sacrifice his own life force, then the power he could unleash would be terrifying. Not even the Terminator or the Epochrion would be able to stop him. That level of power was not something these mechas could withstand. The Northern Alliance would suffer heavy losses.
….
Skyfire Avenue didn't have many people, but the top four of this year's Great Adept Tournament were all present. Their strength was clear for all to see.
Almost every one of them was capable of using Paragon power.
During the tournament, the use of protogenia was forbidden. But now that restriction was lifted, no one knew what kind of power they would be able to unleash.
The only good news was that Lan Jue and Jun Yongye had expended a lot of their energy. They wouldn't be able to recover so quickly.
"What if I join the fray?"
An old, dignified voice called out. A beam of holy light descended from the heavens, and a figure appeared at the Terminator's side.
He wore a crown, and an elegant white robe. It was the true ruler of the Pontiff's Citadel, the Pontiff!
Everyone on Skyfire Avenue gasped at the Pontiff's appearance. Even all of them combined couldn't compare to a single Paragon.
The Pontiff was behind the Terminator and the Epochrion, but not by much. With him here, the Pontiff's Citadel's combat prowess would skyrocket. His appearance was the straw that broke the camel's back. The Gourmet stopped in his tracks.
Three Paragons against one Paragon.
Not to mention they had the advantage in terms of individual strength.
It would be difficult for the Gourmet to do anything else.
A light flashed in the Terminator's eyes.
"Infernal Vanguard, what do you say?" This time he didn't refer to the Paragon as Gourmet. Instead, he called him by his nickname.
The Gourmet's eyes grew strange. "You want to bully us with numbers?"
The Terminator and the Pontiff didn't respond. But the Adepts behind them, and the others behind them, knew this was the Paragon's intention. He wanted to use absolute power to force them to submit.
The Terminator's goal was simple. He wanted to achieve his goal as quickly as possible without a fight.
It looks.
They had really succeeded. At this moment, the faces of everyone on Skyfire Avenue turned ugly.
"What I hate the most is bullying others with numbers!
Pope, why are you everywhere?
Aren't you afraid that I'll tear down your nest? "A voice filled with anger rang out.
Hearing this voice, the Pope's expression changed slightly.
The originally bright sky suddenly turned dark. Stars appeared in the sky without any warning. The stars were bright and still illuminated the ground. However …
Compared to the sunlight from before, there was a huge difference.
It was as if the entire world had fallen into eternal night.
"The Arcane Magnate!" The Terminator's face fell.
Skyfire Avenue had another Paragon on Luo. They hadn't known about it before. No wonder … no wonder the Gourmet was so confident. Help was already on their way.
"Yes, it's me.
Iron lump, if you have the ability, fly up and let's have a contest in the universe! "
The Arcane Magnate may have been the last of the Paragons, but his temper had always been the worst of them all.
What's more, the other Paragons were wary of the Keeper's attack power, which was the most frightening of them all.
It wasn't that he had the upper hand in a Paragon fight, but that his attacks had the greatest range.
The Northern Alliance wouldn't be able to bear the brunt of the fallout.
It was why even the Pontiff didn't dare offend the Paragon when he went to Reims to help Lan Jue.
If the Gourmet burned his life force, the Terminator would have to be wary of him.
But if it was the Arcane Magnate, then the destruction he could wreak would strike fear into the hearts of the entire Northern Alliance.
The Terminator's voice was hard and cold. "Keeper, your Eastern Alliance has a saying. Old and undead are thieves. You old bastard, why don't you hurry up and die? How dare you show up here. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to go back to where you came from?
Aren't you afraid you won't be able to return home? That you won't be able to die in peace? "The Keeper's threat only served to inflame the Paragon's anger.
The Terminator waved his hand, and the mecha pilots around him began to retreat.
A battle between Paragons wasn't something mechas could participate in. Leaving them here would only add to the casualties. The Terminator's actions were a sign he was about to make his move.
The Pontiff stood at the Terminator's side, unfazed. To him, a fight didn't matter. This wasn't Reims, and he wouldn't be responsible for any losses.
Perhaps he'd be able to teach the Keeper a lesson.
"Ganging up on the weak!
Just the three of you?
We've got people too! "
Another voice called out, this one full of disdain and contempt. It was even more infuriating than the Keeper's.
The sky, which was originally filled with stars, underwent a strange change. The stars quickly brightened, and countless meteors streaked across the sky. It was a spectacular sight, as if a meteor shower was flying over Planet Luo.
A Paragon!
Another Paragon?
The Terminator sucked in a breath. He realized he'd underestimated the importance Skyfire Avenue placed on Jun 'er. Besides the Gourmet, Skyfire Avenue had two more Paragons.
This new Paragon's aura was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, but it complemented the Keeper's. Both of their powers combined to create an oppressive aura that forced the Paragons' Domains to retreat from their bodies to defend themselves.
"The Karmic Scholar?" The Terminator's voice was cold.
"That's right, it's me.
Who did you just call an old bastard?
Let me tell you, Baldy, even if you die, the two of us won't. "
The Karmic Scholar was none other than the Bookworm who'd been at odds with the Keeper all his life.
Both of them were pillars of Skyfire Avenue's strength.
Up in the sky, two enormous figures appeared, each a thousand meters tall. They were the projections of the Arcane Magnate and the Karmic Scholar.
Both stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, gazing off into the distance. They looked like they were the heroes of the world. Of course, if one were to describe them in the simplest terms, it would be 'what are they wearing'.
The number of Paragons was now even, three against three.
Of course, in terms of overall strength the Northern Alliance had the upper hand. The Epochrion and the Terminator were second-stage Paragons, and any one of them could easily take on the two Paragons in the sky.
Their biggest problem, however, was that this was Luo. If they fought with all their might, the impact of so many Paragons on the planet would be unimaginable.
The Terminator was already regretting his decision. If he'd known this would happen he'd have chosen to fight in space. In space it didn't matter. No matter how strong the impact, it wouldn't affect anything else.
The Keeper's voice was arrogant. "Think this through, Terminator.
We may not be able to defeat you, but don't forget, if we set our sights on you, your Northern Alliance won't have a day of peace.
If I have nothing better to do, I'll go to one of your Northern Alliance planets and throw a Positron Cannon at it. I'm sure it'll be fun. "
The Bookworm chimed in. "I've been researching a device to see if I can suck the air out of a planet and turn it into a vacuum. I'm still missing a few test subjects, but the Northern Alliance has the most planets. It seems like a good place."
"That's enough, you two shameless old fools.
Don't you have any integrity? "The Epochrion couldn't take it anymore. Her voice was soft and angry.
"You're Paragons, can't you have some dignity and integrity?"
The Keeper and Bookworm were strangely silent in the face of the Epochrion's rebuke.
They looked at each other, but didn't say a word.
Just then a sigh filled the air. "You are no longer the Clockmaker of Skyfire Avenue.
You are no longer the assistant to the Clairvoyant, the Vice-Chairman of the Skyfire Avenue Council. You are the Epochrion of the Major League. "
The Epochrion shuddered when she heard the voice. Even the Pontiff's face changed.
A shadowy figure appeared not far behind the Spacetime Dominus. A faint silver light surrounded his body, and the slender scepter in his hand glowed faintly.
The Epochrion!
The Wine Master!
Indeed, the four Paragons of Skyfire Avenue had gathered!
The Terminator gasped. "Wine Master, aren't you worried that all of you will leave Skyfire Avenue unguarded? Aren't you worried that Skyfire Avenue won't be safe?"
The Keeper, Bookworm, and Wine Master. Three Paragons appearing on Luo at the same time could not have been a coincidence, nor could they have just arrived two days ago.
Skyfire Avenue had been prepared, and prepared to the fullest. Three Paragons had come to receive Jun 'Er and the Competitors. This was beyond the Terminator's expectations.
In terms of Paragons, they were at a disadvantage.
The Terminator had to admit that if it were a contest of strength, even three against four, he'd win.
After all, the Karmic Scholar and the Infernal Vanguard had only recently become Paragons.
But now all four of Skyfire Avenue's Paragons were here. Their plans had been foiled.
It was impossible for him to keep Jun'er here peacefully.
Monthly votes, recommendation votes.
(To be continued …)