Chapter 887: Creating A Core

As they were gathering info about the enemy, the enemy was also doing the same to them.

The second Demon King even with her changed state was still recognizable—Minerva. Her top half remained the same, a woman with black skin and white hair, but everything below her waist was a giant arachnid form.

Her abdomen was armored, with her eight legs ending in sharp spear points that tore holes in the dimension, another noteworthy thing about her appearance was a centipede around her waist like a belt, like her companion she was looking around this dimension with curiosity, and her size was bigger than before, she was almost the size of a small mountain.

However, at their level of power, they could easily expand their bodies until they could be as large as a star or smaller than an ant.

For a being as powerful as Minerva to remain as a vassal of Trion for so long showed her patience and wisdom, she would be a dangerous opponent, equal perhaps to the Third Prince in some manner.

Eva's mind touched Rowan's consciousness and she smiled when she felt his Aura, it was just... steady. There was a calm reassurance that surrounded him that made Eva feel that everything would turn out to be okay in the end, it did not matter what the future may bring.

The Lady of Shadows understood that if they all died in this battle, it would be okay if they gave Rowan the time he needed to complete his plans. He was the one who could end this battle, they just needed to give him the opportunity.

With enemies of this caliber, it was a foregone conclusion that many of Rowan's children would perish. With the power of Will, the Soul could be crushed to nothingness, this effect could reach across time and shatter all fragments of their Soul energy, and it was unknown if Rowan would be able to collect their Soul Origin, although the chances were great, it was still not foolproof.

The space above Eva shivered and Golgoth appeared like a specter, with a cruel laugh he plunged his blade into her chest, and dragged it upwards, severing the Lady of Shadows in two.

A loud snap resounded in the battlefield and the charging undead, alongside millions of demons, mages, and gods suddenly appeared directly above the armies of Rowan as the Third Prince teleported his army instantly on them disregarding the space separating their armies.

They crashed down like black tides, their numbers in the hundreds of billions, so thickly clustered together that even light could not find a gap between their bodies.

The five God Emperors shot for the changing city of Sheol, only to be intercepted by an angered white mountain as Vrager unleashed his dragon flames, but the God Emperors summoned blades that cut through his flames and impacted against his gigantic body, sending waves of force that swept through the battlefield alongside Vraegar's pained roars.

Despite their blows, Vraegar's scale resisted the blows from five God Emperors! His wrathful cries of disbelief at the death of Eva caused his Aura to rise to titanic proportions and he swept the five God Emperors with his wings, carrying them all to the heavens as he held them back with his body alone.

The Ice Demon King brought his hands forward and pushed his Will forward, and the entire ground below the battlefield was frozen, a space billions of miles in diameter turning into an icy hell, and from the frozen wastes, massive demons erupted from it, pinning the armies of Rowan beneath.

This Ice field was a direct channel to his Abyss Level, and the armies he could summon were virtually limitless.

Minerva tapped her waist and the centipede curled around it loosened itself and began to move towards the battlefield as its size began to balloon, she stayed back observing the entire scene.

Space shattered in the midst of the army as the Third Prince appeared before the Eye of Rowan in a burst of red light and summoned his poisoned blade, with a grunt he swung it downwards.

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"I have it!" Rowan gasped aloud, his understanding of the Soul reaching a new dimension by watching how the Will of Erohim worked with the core of this world.

There was a reason every dimension was connected to Chaos Third Dimension—The Great Darkness, it was not because of the resources, although that played a great part, it was also because it contained the framework to push for higher dimensions.

Erohim was wasting his time trying to draw his attention to whatever deal he was proposing, no matter how favorable it would be to him, he would be foolish to consider it.

Rowan was about to make a bet, he needed the core of the Supreme World to complete the assimilation with his World Seed. This alone would give him the Will of this world, but as it turned out, the Will of Erohim had already merged with it, but did he truly need this Will?

Taking over the World Engine from his Chaos Bloodline meant Rowan had all the framework he needed to build his own core inside this planet.

He lacked a Fourth Dimensional Will, but he still had access to a Will of his own. The challenge was to weave his Will with the essence of this world creating a new core. He guessed this was the method all Supreme Worlds were created, but their creators would usually have to be

extremely powerful holders of Will, but he would have to manage.

were created, but their creators would usually have to be extremely powerful holders of Will, but he would have to When the blade of Golgoth pierced into Eva's body Rowan shivered, and his eyes began to transform as deep growls emerged from his body, but with a decisive move, he suppressed his emotions and placed his palms together, closing his eyes.

He had no time to contemplate the battle ongoing in his dimension, he wished he had more than three consciousnesses here with him to accelerate the creation of his World Will, but for that, he needed more Aura. At this moment Rowan regretted not hunting the Gods of Trion and harvesting their Aura when he had the chance, but they had all mysteriously vanished from the battlefield after he created his Powers.

Rowan needed a base, and it was his Will, although this would lead to a weakness in his consciousness inside his dimension, Rowan began diverting his Will of Truth and pushing it into the World Seed.

The World Seed began a dramatic transformation as more of the Will of Truth poured into it, no longer having the shape of a dandelion, it transformed into a lidless eye, and the tendrils now resembled veins.

Rowan pulled Soul Energy and he began to weave, the two layers, Mortal and Immortal into the World Seed, using his Will as a glue holding it all together.

At first, he thought his conjectures were wrong, and that there was no connection between Soul Energy and Will in the creation of a World Core, but then with a click, the first portion of the process merged.

Knowing there could be several problems he could not anticipate ahead, Rowan drove deeper into his work, trying to ignore the cries of his children, as they fought to give him the time he needed and suppress the growing rage in his heart that was threatening to shatter his sanity.

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Erohim watched Rowan and he chuckled, finding a comfortable position and sitting down. If he was not wrong, things were not going well for Romion, and he only needed to wait for him to come crawling, and at that time, he would not offer any deals, the boy would either become his slave or parish in the hands of the shadows.

Erohim knew which one he would pick. He laughed silently as he closed his eyes and waited.