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The battle at the bottom of the sea had ended.

The massive fortress of Lanterk was thoroughly destroyed.

The entire vessel that Lanterk carried and used to create a massive giant was shattered into pieces.

But even then, Myrth knew she couldn't kill him.

"Tsk... Your metals broke into a million pieces and are moving in retreat. And you even used that strange teleporting tech. Well played."

"Fighting several of you after dealing with the Progenitor and Lost Primordial would lead to my utter defeat." A metallic clone remained and laughed.

"You made me use a lot. Well, the two of you did. Still, I am sad that I have nothing to gain here." Myrth appeared.

"Just wait until my incarnation comes here." Lanterk remained to have an indifferent look at Myrth.

"Your incarnation will have a hard time. I'm still aware of what goes on in Aragar. Even Prince Dormin's flight was met with many delays, and even the war in that massive planetary ship caused the flight to delay. Knowing that a few problematic Presiders are on that ship, it's going to be an interesting flight. Who knows who will come out as Conquerors?"

"So this is the Prime Wars? This is the chaos it brings?" Lanterk smiled.

"Oh, it's much worse. Even Pioneers can end up as Principals after this!" Myrth laughed.

"Hmp. It pays to be a Prime's daughter, doesn't it?"

"Oh? You know my real identity?"

"Of course. The son and the daughter of that Prime. There are two of you, aren't there? A very unorthodox and unnatural path. He fused you two to be one. Even now, you two siblings have been fighting, devouring each other to be one, correct? A forceful method to bring out one strong Presider out of two. But that is not the Path of a Conqueror. Those who share Thrones won't win." Lanterk recalled the fight he had just had with Seeker and his team, who walked this similar Path.

"Ha! Fuse? That's where you are wrong! We were born as two spirits in one body!" Myrth laughed.

"Two spirits in one? Stupidity! Such a path will never be a conqueror!"

"You might be right. But it will still get us to the rank of Prime, though. Didn't you see that monster that tore a hole in Shakstress's ship? That Lost Primordial had a tech similar to mine. It still surpasses you, Lanterk. Your other horns can't surpass me! I have forcibly placed myself at odds against you to push me to Conquer! If my power can birth a false Primordial, it should still be at least a Prime!"

"Your mindset has plagued you. I pity you for being a tool of your father's insanity!"

"Oh? Is it? My father is a Prime. And he knew that he could not ascend. Don't you know? The will of the Primordial can never be escaped! Even now, you cling to that delusion that your path is right. Who is to say that? Who is to say that the lone journey is the only journey?!" Myrth laughed.

"You are delusional if you think that way. I suggest you surrender now. And here I thought you would be a threat!"

"The Lost Primordial and the Progenitor should have proved it to you. You should have seen them fight! They fight not as lone kings but as people with thrones! Why are you obsessed with something that doesn't make sense? What does it matter if we search for power alone or together? What does it matter if we breach and find the final dimension alone or together? You have been deceived! My father wanted to experiment on this strange thought. He could never escape the desire to be alone. So he created us, one that is two, hoping that it would help him understand. We rose swiftly to power, becoming Presiders with shocking potential. He knew he was wrong, but even after confirming it, my father could never bring himself to ally or forge a truly united alliance with another! He concluded this, he, a Prime, was cursed! Can you see through fate and destiny as Primes can?!" Myrth challenged.

Lanterk was silent. He could not help but feel a quiver of doubt.

Back in the distant world, the Four Horns of the Goat quivered as they felt an intense pain in their souls. It was so painful that it was even more damaging than when he divided his soul!

"Go, Lanterk. I know I can't catch up with you. That Andronze has really placed herself in quite a predicament. Should any other Presider attack her, or should Garenjazz act, she is sure to be finished. But I believe that she was the target all along. You were used as a tool to weaken her. The Lost Primordial and the Progenitor must be planning to have her. I shall make preparations and attack her. But you can't afford that, can you?" Myrth laughed as her colossal city-ship began to gather a strange power and instantly disappeared.

The metal clone of Lanterk also began to disassemble and move through the dark sea. The metals began to move through the Void Realm.

Deep underground the Macedonian Fortress, the portals were opened, and numerous portals as small and large rooms were being brought in.

The Pioneers that survived the ordeal were horrified.

Lanterk's main body and even his throne were slowly assembling together.

"Such arrogance, Myrth. But I'll be the one to conquer here." Lanterk frowned.

"Lord Alexander..." Several people began to gather around them. They were the numerous key leaders of the European Nations and of the northern Caliphate region.

"Our King, Israel, is on the move. They have waged wars on numerous fronts and are conquering several Caliphate countries."

"My Lord, Rome, is also preparing for war. The gods who have dwelt there are preparing to fight as well."

"So they are all moving. The real battle will happen. Everyone will be moving with all of their forces. Who shall win in this? Nobody knows. But let's add to the chaos. Your people worshiped a tale of a robot uprising. You called it Judgment Day. Then let it be now. Activate that protocol." Lanterk ordered.

"Yes, my Lord!"

All the leaders suddenly reached out and pressed a certain device.

For the past months, several nations have begun to sell ore and metallic materials all over the world. They were trying to beat the risen Unlocked Industries and offered memory metals with unique malleable properties that allowed them to move and change at a simple command.

The metal had different uses, and most countries still invested in the metal that Unlocked Industries made. But this new metal was rather popular. The good thing about it was that it was very cheap and numerous people were buying it from the European nations.

But what was secretly happening in the underground regions of the European Nation was the creation of many power plants that had techs that could provide a massive amount of energy.

Numerous nations in Europe were part of this. This was a secret that Lanterk had created since his arrival. This was the protocol he prepared to harness that energy.

Lanterk's Nefilus Body stood at the center of this energy that flowed on numerous nations. The links were happening.

"My Lord. The protocol should be ready for activation within five hours."

"Five hours, huh? Let's see what the Progenitor has planned for Egypt. Andronze should have returned there. But as planned, Andronze, I shall help you once." Lanterk closed his eyes and was releasing the energy of his Nefilus Suit. The very power that allowed him to perform Dimensional Upholding had begun.

A strange magnetic pulse erupted from the European nations. And the radius of where this pulse reached was gradually increasing.

Back in the borders of Egypt, the awaiting armies of the Unlocked felt it.

With the powers of the Realm King and the Void assassin, the group could detect the distorted, desperate teleportation that happened in Egypt.

Andronze had returned.

The Desert Empires began to march out its numerous armies.

Without any warning, a full-scale attack happened.

On the different northern and eastern borders of Egypt, the Overcomers who had been waiting began to make their move.

Richie stood under the sea as he and his team were slowly moving.

"Quera... I brought my full band to fight you. It's time to face the music!" Richie's voice echoed out of the sea and moved through the lands. It was a sound that no one could hear, for only one person was intended to hear it.

The voice crossed the land of Egypt and moved into the Desert Empires.

Quera Sapphire, the Tyrant Empress, heard Richie's bold statement and smiled.

"I'll deal with you later. First, I'll kill this Presider that fancies herself to be Cleopatra. There is only queen of the desert, and it's me!" The Tyrant Empress laughed as she rode on WGP Rule.

Next to her were her Overcomers and Heroes that gathered to fight.

"Let's begin! Mission: Exodus, the first major mission of the Unlocked, has begun!"