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Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

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The incarnation that had just given birth seemed to have all its strength sucked out of it as it slumped to the ground, its body heaving in intense pain.

William tried to step past Her and catch up to the wraith in Nehe’s form, but the incarnation’s murky eyes abruptly turned grave. At a velocity belying Her immense frame, She thrust Her gigantic hand ensconced in putrid insect eggs. To William, it resembled a roiling, suppurating firmament barring his path.

Roar!

A deafening bellow resounded in William’s ears. It was like an enraged beast cautioning a hunter bent on injuring its young.

They’re sure screaming out happily now!

William didn’t slacken despite the roar. Before his foe could cloak him in darkness, he unleashed numerous lightning bolts that shredded the tranquil firmament, rending holes to the elemental plane.

Infinite runes buttressed the spatial rift. It resembled an intricate layer of integrated circuits overlaying the tainted heavens. Several immense rocky limbs protruded from the dimensional tear. They were towering columns obstructing the gargantuan palm poised to swat William like an insect.

Usually, when confronting bosses of this magnitude in-game, expansive dungeons would be constructed for players to traverse. William still recalled that when he battled the Progenitor Dragon’s residual recollections on the Dragon Bone Islands previously, it was an entire dungeon—when he dueled the Breaking Dawn reputed to have consumed the frozen north summoning the Eternal Night Dragon there, William began by dismantling the other’s tail spine and pierced its jaw.

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This mountainous incarnation propelled by Earth Mother before him was inferior to the Progenitor Dragon in magnitude. If not for William able to wield the Holy Spirit Disc to amplify his mana to a catastrophic scale, he would likely have to defeat such a towering foe piecemeal via traversing discrete stages like in the past.

But now, he could completely attack head-on and launch attacks like firing missiles across the map.

The surging mana torrent clashed with the primordial power based on the Currere’s laws. The two almost equally powerful forces collided in midair, and the force unleashed seemed to make the stars tremble.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

As the two powers deadlocked, the noise of an inferior plastic lunchbox fracturing under ice abruptly rang out. William—poised to persist casting—felt something awry.

It was the sound of the summoning he had woven disintegrating—not for inability to withstand the other’s assault, but inability to withstand the magnitude of his frame.

It was different from when he was fighting the four Moon Realm Legions outside Black Crow Gaze. Ravenwood was still in Currere after all, and the power to reconstruct reality would still be restrained by Currere.

The summoning incantation that could initially last a few minutes began to show cracks in just a few seconds after his mana increased a hundredfold. It couldn’t handle the strain.

Although the summoned Earth Elemental Hand was still strong, the summoning spell began to collapse.

For some reason, William suddenly recalled what the Tacma Church member had said to him.

That old fellow was still imprisoned in the deepest dungeon of the Dawn Fortress. He usually remained silent like a statue. Only when William personally interrogated him did he reluctantly say some nonsense.

The Tacma member had once said that modern magic had taken the wrong path from the beginning by weaving imaginary spells before guiding Creatons to materialize into phenomena and recreating a miracle like Creation. This was because Creation itself was a mistake and a scam.

All magic relied on Currere logic to obtain boons by flattering the order of the Seven Holy Spirits. Therefore, even William, who was at the peak of the modern magic system, didn’t have the qualifications to sit on the Eighth Holy Spirit’s throne—only people without chains were worthy of true authority. Slaves couldn’t become true kings.

In comparison, existences in the Moon Realm who didn’t restrict themselves to specific forms and had infinite malleability were closer to Ma, who was the absolute truth. Therefore, Terra Riel, who had chosen to cooperate with the Void Sovereigns back then, was more qualified to become the Eighth Holy Spirit.

Previously, William treated these words as nonsense. However, when he used the Holy Spirit Disc at full power in Currere for the first time, he realized something.

When he was in the Moon Realm, squandering mana like this wouldn’t cause the spell to collapse because of the scale of the spell. If the laws of Currere were compared to gravity, the Moon Realm was like being in space with zero gravity—a building constructed in space wouldn’t be crushed by its own gravity.

These random thoughts flashed through William’s mind—things that he shouldn’t worry about for now.

As the spell intensified beyond measure, William’s summoning spell, Elemental Hand, was no match for the other party’s attack. The result was that the spell, which had consumed a large amount of mana, only bought him a few seconds.

However, those few seconds were enough.

William quickly left streaks of lightning in the sky as afterimages. He Blinked a few times to adjust his angle. Then he pushed the Wings of Light with everything he had to slip through Earth Mother’s obstruction and chase after the newly born heir.

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After all, his top priority wasn’t to kill this Void Incarnation in the skin of the Earth Mother.

The heir with Nehe’s appearance was very fast. In the short time that William was delayed, he almost reached White Bone Castle.

“Stop!”

A lightning spear materialized in William’s hands, tearing through the fabric of space and emerging behind the apparition.

Over twenty Shadow Cage blade-rings flew out. Unshackled by operational limits, William’s output now exceeded what he could muster activating the Holy Spirit Disc with his full might a thousand years ago by an order of magnitude.

The figure seemed to sense something and abruptly spun in midair. Confronted by the assault of spells, it raised two ghastly objects aloft.

An iron-stone heart, desiccated and withered. A stillborn, fetid flesh festering.

Before William could discern the entity’s actions, the scene before him shifted as abruptly as flipping television channels.

He found himself at the foot of the World Tree.

At the foot of the World Tree in the proper timeline.

Simultaneously in the Gray Domain, a pained moan from Steelheart Widow, Aiur, echoed through the Moon Realm.