The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Activating his bloodline, Alabaster's aura began to skyrocket.

White streaks of light began to surround his body, making him stronger.

"Heavenly White Tiger bloodline? This will be fun," the Juggernaut Ragnarok smiled.

"It is..." Feeling his strength, Alabaster felt invincible.

Initially, knowing he possessed such a noble bloodline, he didn't care about it.

He believed in the strength that he earned, not something given to him by luck.

However, as he faced a more powerful and talented enemy, Alabaster felt stupid.

If he denied everything because it didn't come from his hard work, then should he also strip his talent away? Should he weaken his naturally strong body? Should he dilute his powerful senses?

Everything in this world is destined.

Whether we like it or not, we can only work with what we have and hope to make the best of it.

Clenching his fist, Alabaster dashed toward the Juggernaut Ragnarok in the blink of an eye.

"Fast!" the Juggernaut Ragnarok commented.

Alabaster was like a light; although he could see him, it was only after he moved.

He trusted his instinct and moved his sword with his will, blocking Alabaster's attack.

"Block? I wonder how long you can block!" Alabaster laughed like a maniac.

He felt his body becoming faster and stronger every second; the longer he fought, the more his bloodline activated.

Meanwhile, Fealan and the Shadow Ragnarok descended to the battlefield, fighting like scholars.

"Your dark spells are exquisite like an abyss, so deep and mysterious..." the Shadow Ragnarok commented.

"You too, your shadow spell is the strongest I've seen. Unfortunately, it's only a part of darkness," Fealan muttered, waving his hand to swallow the Shadow Ragnarok.

"It may be so, but do you know? Even darkness has the deepest shadow!" the Shadow Ragnarok countered Fealan's spell.

"Then let me see if it's true..."

...

"It seems that you are enjoying yourselves," Maximus thought, looking at the three.

Being the strongest in the Etherium Realm for billions of epochs, they had long thirsted for a fight where they could give it their all.

Maximus also wanted to experience such a fight, where he didn't need to hold back, fighting with wits and will until one of them was defeated.

Unfortunately, with his strength, Maximus didn't know when he would meet such an opponent.

While he was looking silently at the battlefield, the remaining four Ragnaroks quietly surrounded him.

"Are you the Dimensional Master of the Etherium Realm?" the Crimson Ragnarok asked for confirmation.

"Yes. Why?" Maximus replied, looking at the four surrounding him.

"So we would not kill the wrong target. Attack!"

With the Crimson Ragnarok signal, the four of them attacked simultaneously.

Bang~

As the smoke subsided, Maximus reappeared, still as pristine as he ever was.

"Is this all you've got? If so, you can die!" Maximus muttered, throwing a homing spell at the four of them.

When they tried to block his attack, it began to rotate, taking the power of the battlefield and becoming stronger like a tornado swallowing its own kind.

Boom!

With a devastating explosion, the Tempest, Inferno, and Plague Ragnarok exploded into blood particles

"You survived?" Maximus asked in surprise, seeing the Crimson Ragnarok standing in one piece.

Although the attack he released seemed like nothing, it took out all his energy.

Furthermore, in this chaotic battlefield, the amplification of his spell should almost reach that of a Tier 6 attack.

Cough~

Cough~

"You're indeed strong," the Crimson Ragnarok muttered.

Although they suspected that Maximus was a Tier 11 powerhouse, they thought they could win in this void battlefield where they were in the same realm.

However, looking at the attack that instantly destroyed the three Ragnarok clones, he couldn't help but be solemn.

"Change plans; we are not his match!" the Crimson Ragnarok said, summoning all their clones to overwhelm Maximus.

Each of the four Ragnarok had millions of clones.

Compared with Maximus, who barely had a million clones, they have an advantage in number.

With the rule "Winner takes all" appearing on the battlefield, cloning themselves became much easier.

They just needed to clone a mortal body.

With the energy they receive each time they kill an enemy, their mortal clones could quickly reach the peak of tier 4 realm.

Using their large number of clones, they hoped to hold back Maximus until the very end.

"Crowd tactic?" Maximus smiled a little.

On this battlefield, he had hundreds of billions of clones scattered all around.

He could suppress all these Ragnarok with a wave of his palm if he wanted.

Unfortunately, if he did that, the casualties in the Etherium Realm would skyrocket.

Most of his clones were busy assisting the people of the Etherium Realm in the fight.

Blocking fatal attacks, taking out powerful enemies, rescuing those who could no longer fight, reinforcing his allies, purifying the malice they accumulated, etc.

In terms of quality of strength, the Blood Ragnarok Realm heavily suppressed them.

If Maximus didn't help, it would be an utter massacre for his people.

While he was thinking, the millions of clones of the four Ragnarok began to attack him from a distance, wanting to consume his energy.

On the battlefield, they all have limited energy.

Even if they took top-level potions every second, the recovery rate couldn't catch up to their consumption.

"It's useless," Maximus muttered, dissolving their energy with the slightest amount of effort.

As long as Maximus knew the spell, he could reverse it, turning it to the most primitive form.

Mastering all 161,803 elements, no effective attack could harm him in lower tiers.

"Hah, we don't hope to harm you; we only wanted you exhausted!" the Crimson Ragnarok sneered.

Waving his hand, The Crimson Ragnarok called other billion Tier 4 elites on the battlefield, bombarding Maximus into pieces.

"They can't interfere in our battle," Maximus smiled, waving his hand to the people behind him.

Soon, before the attack of the billions of Tier 4 elites hit him, a group emerged from his back, countering their attack.

"Tsk, More!" Since a billion is not enough, a trillion, if not a quadrillion!

Soon, with back-to-back attacks, the center of the battlefield became more intense.

With Maximus at the center, billions and trillions of people gave it their all to defeat the other side.

With blood and energy flying around the battlefield, time passed like a flowing rain.

A few months later, Maximus managed to kill all the clones of the four Ragnarok.

In exchange, there were only thousands of clones that he could freely move on the battlefield.

On the other side, Fealan, Alabaster, and Readius were still going all out, fighting with the corresponding Ragnarok.

Despite fighting for a few months, they were still vigorous, getting more excited as each of their clones died one by one.

Seeing they didn't need help, he turned the thousands of remaining clones to help on the battlefield.

"Too tragic..." Maximus thought, seeing the casualties.

After a few months of fighting, the ground and the sky were dyed red.

Emitting a dark red aura full of malice, the battlefield looked worse than the abyss, swallowing everything it touched.

Despite Maximus's help, the Etherium Realm suffered a devastating sextillion of casualties.

No matter how many clones he deployed, it didn't have much effect once the number reached a certain degree.

In this chaotic battlefield, the help his clones provided was not as much as he thought.

Doing his best to keep the people of the Etherium Realm safe, the grueling battle continued.

A few years later, the fight between Fealan, Alabaster, Readius, and the Ragnaroks came to an end.

Losing slightly before all their clones died completely, Maximus came to the rescue and helped.

"Thanks," Alabaster said, with his body tattered all over, with arms and a foot severed.

"I didn't expect that even with my bloodline, I would still lose," Alabaster muttered, lying on the blood-covered ground.

"Hmph! You're just weak," Readius also lay down in exhaustion, remembering his fight with the Radiant Ragnarok.

"If I remember correctly, you did much worse than Alabaster..." Fealan jeered on the side.

Of the three, Fealan was the closest to winning the fight with the Ragnaroks.

With more clones than the Shadow Ragnarok, he grind the enemy, nearly winning in the end.

Unfortunately, a pseudo Tier 11 powerhouse was still not something quantity could defeat.

"Hmph, the one you fought was a weakling, yet you still didn't win!" Readius mocked.

Out of the Ragnaroks, the strongest were the Crimson, the Juggernaut, and the Radiant Ragnarok.

These three possessed an ultimate physique besides their previous realm.

Losing to them was only expected.

"You three... Stop resting and help me clean up the enemy," Maximus said tiredly.

Controlling hundreds of billions of clones to fight simultaneously on the battlefield, his mind already felt numb.

If not for wanting the casualties as small as possible, he would have already deactivated most of his clones.

"Hah! Time for the cleanup..."

Without the Ragnaroks to lead them, it was only a matter of time before they could wipe out the enemy.

"Let's end this cruel war once and for all..."