The first Continents had been quickly swept through, but that did not mean they had met no opposition, every single mile had been bitterly fought for, and although the mages and the demons had lost against the endless tides of Dominators, they had placed a more than adequate opposition to slow down the offensive.

They all knew they were battling against time, and if they could not hold long enough for reinforcement to arrive, they would lose Trion.

So entering the second continent and moving as deep as a thousand miles with no opposition should have been a warning to these Dominators, but the lust for blood and the next battle was everything.

Their gods would be descending on the fields of battle, and they all wanted to achieve glory for the crown and for the gods they worshiped, and their bloodlust could no longer be contained, they must fight, kill, and consume their enemies or they would fall on each other and destroy themselves in a final orgy of destruction.

The group Rico found himself in was among the first that had pushed into the continent, and after his capture, he had watched as the Demon and the two Archmages hovering above decimated eight more groups they came across in the span of an hour.

It was a level of butchery that Rico was slowly coming to familiarize himself with, plunging him deeper into madness as his only solace.

No mortal should see the number of deaths that the Dominators were experiencing during this period. It was no wonder they were all going mad.

Nearly ninety million Dominators perished, all from various Noble families, their bodies spreading out for miles, but in this hellish continent where the dust of the earth had long been replaced by dust from bones, they were nothing but a tiny statistic.

Beneath their dead bodies were the countless others who had fallen in the last million years. This amount of death and suffering inside a universe was uncommon, but it was now part of Trion. Every combatant here believed they were fighting for something valuable, and they all died, hoping to have made a difference.

Rico watched all this happening in a daze, and new screaming members were added to the belt of the demon, while those that had mercifully died were discarded.

He did not notice when the Archmages overhead fled, but he heard their cries of shock, the Demon who held him captive did not run, but laughed in delight and charged forward. He did not have long to wonder what had changed, that was before he heard the roar from the throats of billions!

These three Immortals may have been able to kill close to a hundred million Dominators, but they had been in small groups, and their members were not the most clever of the lot and were almost mad with bloodlust, they had surged forward with no strategy inside a land where immortals had fallen, and they all paid the price.

Yet these were just a tiny fraction of the true might of Trion that had been unleashed in its entirety.

The wave of Dominators that was coming was in the scope of tens of billions! Perhaps even more than that, but Rico's mind could not wrap around a figure larger than that.

Their presence was like endless locusts that darkened the skies, covering the horizon with various colors that represented their bloodline.

Reality warped and shattered before their charge, as they moved to sweep the planet from every invader. Behind them were their gods, gigantic colossi whose presence strengthened their bloodline to a ridiculous degree.

The skies bled blue and red as the Boreas family Dominator in their untold number commanded the storms that pierced through the skies until it even reached space, the earth bled as the Tiberius family commanded a sea of blood to carry them across the plain, the continent shook as the Horush family walked on it, each of them titans, gigantic metallic constructs were manned by the Volgim family, the Kuranes family were like erupting volcanoes in their billions shattering the world as they proceeded

This was all Rico could see before the mighty Demon Prince was swept by a wave of devastation that shook Trion. His roar of fury was drowned by billions of Earth gods that tore it apart and ate its flesh. It did not even survive for a single second.

The killer is king

The skull of the Demon Prince was desecrated and mounted on a platform, his dying Aura cloaking the Dominators, an announcement of their endless madness and fierceness.

Everyone the demon had been carrying died and Rico would have followed them but a blue shield surrounded him and kept him safe. Did his god save him? At least that's what he thought until he heard her voice inside his head, like a viper whispering by his ears,

"You are mine filth."

Rico survived, not because of chance but because the person he feared most had found him. This event was too much for his mind, and something broke inside him and he lay on the floor screaming his madness.

For endless hours he shook in the midst of madness as the endless hosts of Dominators swept past him, their number seemingly infinite, and then when it was all over and a measure of peace returned, he saw her, descending with the storm, his madness retreated enough for him to say,

"Circe Please we all did it, forgive my greed, I am your only family left."

Her answer was simple, she gestured with her fingers, and her heart was ripped out from his chest.

"No, you are not."

She watched him choke in his blood for the next three hours. He could not heal his wounds, but Earth gods did not die easily.

When he perished Circe looked towards the horizon at the end of the world.

In the distance massive portals were opened that led to the Abyss, from them burst out an endless number of demons, among them were Demon Princes, and the heavens opened up as tens of thousands of Magus Towers that could ferry hundreds of millions of Mages broke into Trion.

Inside one of the towers was Andar, beside him were dozens of powerful figures, all Archmages.

The upcoming battle would shake the universe.

Rowan was down to the last thousand bodies of his Spirit Guise. The destruction of six of his consciousness had reduced the strain of maintaining his presence in the Third Dimensional universe, but he was running out of this valuable resource.

It was more difficult to hide himself than he thought, but he knew his Third Dimensional body would be complete before he ran out of Spirit Guises, and he did not need to make more. He still had several Labyrinth coins left.

His last remaining consciousness was Inside the Crystal Leviathan that was moving underground, he had it dig until he was hundreds of miles under the capital Aroth, as close to where he suspected the Anchor would be.

Underneath the capital was a series of massive caverns that on any other planet would have led to the surface collapsing into the earth, but it was held firm by the power that shrouded the capital.