The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"Did they think that winning a trivial defensive battle would change their lowly fate?"

"Once our army locates that coordinate, even sending just the lowest-ranking dimensional-devouring legion will be enough to crush them, along with their pride and the plane itself, into dust in the universe."

"You, as the master of the Seven Walkers, are actually getting so angry over a few low-dimensional bugs? If this gets to the ears of the other guys, they'll laugh at you for tens of thousands of years."

"Losing just a projection is nothing; it can be reassembled with a wave of the hand. As for that rift, find its coordinates and wipe it out completely. What's there to make you laugh at yourself and lose your composure over?"

Milsophie spoke casually because, in her mind, that was the truth.

The absolute dominance of higher dimensions over lower dimensions is an undeniable truth.

However, after listening to this long speech, Munetimi suddenly sneered.

The laughter was extremely grating; just hearing it was quite unpleasant.

"Blasphemer? Ant? Bedbug?"

Munedimi looked at Milsofi, the mockery in his eyes no longer directed at himself, but turned to the arrogant companion in front of him.

"Milsophie, do you think a group of natives who rely on their dimensional resources to fight to the death have the right to make me angry?"

"Do you think I would feel ashamed if I were simply worn down by sheer numbers?"

Milsofi's smile faltered slightly as she realized the deeper meaning hidden in Munetimi's words.

Suddenly, a strange premonition arose from the bottom of my heart.

"What do you mean?"

She composed herself and asked in a deep voice.

Munedimi drifted forward a distance, approaching Mirsofi.

"The guy who erased my projection didn't rely on any dimensional array or ancient relics."

"He didn't even use those so-called rules to resist. He simply unfolded a domain, and then... swallowed my projection whole."

Upon hearing this, Milsofi's pupils contracted sharply.

Swallow it whole? How is that possible?

The power of the Dimensional Devouring Gods is essentially the devouring of dimensions.

They are the ones who devour others, how could they possibly be devoured by lower-dimensional beings?

Even if it's just a projection, the high-dimensional rules it contains are a deadly poison that low-dimensional beings absolutely cannot digest.

Forcibly devouring it will only result in the body exploding and dying.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Milsophie vehemently denied it, her voice rising involuntarily: "The rules of lower dimensions simply cannot withstand the devouring power bestowed by the master."

"Unless the other party wields authority higher than the master, but in this universe, how could there possibly be someone higher than the master..."

She was speaking when it was as if someone had suddenly grabbed her by the neck.

The sound stopped abruptly.

Because, following her own logic, she thought of an existence that was considered absolutely taboo throughout the entire astral plane.

A being whose very name would send shivers down the spines of even the highest-ranking deities.

The arrogance and contempt on Milsofi's face vanished completely in that instant, like the receding tide.

Her delicate face froze completely, her rosy lips trembling slightly: "You just said..."

Mirsof stared at Munetimi, his voice filled with barely concealed horror.

Seeing her finally realize what was happening, Munetimi's cold smile deepened.

He nodded, his voice echoing like a final, resounding death knell in the hall.

"That's right, not some ignorant bug, nor some stubborn blasphemer."

"I have found the thing that my master has been searching for all along."

"On that damned Rift Wasteland stands the being who once made all the gods tremble in the shadows."

Munetimi paused for a moment, the golden light in his eyes seemingly burning to its fullest extent.

"The Lord of the Old Days... He has not only left his mark, He has begun to revive."

As soon as those words were spoken, it was as if all the air in the entire hall had been sucked out.

Although the kneeling believers couldn't understand what they were saying, the extreme fear emanating from the two pilgrims caused them to collapse to the ground.

Milsofi stood frozen in place, even wondering if he was hallucinating.

"What? You actually... found traces of the Ancient Ones?"

After a long while, Mirsophie murmured to herself.

I was completely stunned.

This profound and intense shock, which penetrated to the bone and overturned her entire cognitive system, swept through her consciousness like a tsunami.

She hadn't experienced this feeling in far too long, and the last time she felt this way was...

This was several eras ago.

At that time, she was not yet one of the Seven Walkers of the Devouring Gods, nor was she Milsophie, codenamed "String of Eternal Night".

She is the supreme ruler of the Silvermoon Forest divine realm, the only deity worshipped by countless elves.

It is the [End Prophet] who has reached the level cap of 200.

She still remembered that in her divine realm, the twin moons in the dome never set, casting down their cool, clear light, and the leaves of every giant tree in the divine realm were as crystal clear as glass.

She sat high on a throne woven from the power of moonlight and stars, overlooking her kingdom.

As the "Prophet of the End," she can foresee the end of all things and manipulate the threads of fate.

In her eyes, the past, present, and future of the entire Silver Moon Forest Divine Realm were like an unfolded scroll, with no secrets whatsoever.

She even surpassed that ancient deity in the history of the Elves who fell in the War of the Gods.

Silver Moon Queen Erathia.

Erathia is legend, history, and an insurmountable peak in the hearts of all elves.

And she, Milsofi, personally trampled this peak under her feet.

She thought she had reached the pinnacle of power, standing at the highest level that all professionals could achieve.

She is the creator god of her own world, the only rule, and the eternal ruler.

She believes that there is nothing in the world that can inspire even the slightest awe in her.

Until... Zogra arrived.

That was not a war.

War means that the two sides are confronting each other at least on the same level.

The appearance of Zogra was an incomprehensible natural disaster for Milsophi at the time.

The moment His projection descended upon the Silvermoon Forest, everything in Milsophie collapsed.

The “end” that she could see became meaningless in the face of Zogra.

The "fate" she could manipulate was as fragile as a spider's thread in the face of that higher-dimensional power.

All her divine power, all her rules, paled in comparison to the dark red, bloody flesh that blotted out the sky, like a flickering candle in the wind.

That was the first time she realized that there were worlds beyond her own.

It turns out that what she thought was the peak was just a starting point in the eyes of a higher-dimensional being.

The power she pursued throughout her life was nothing but a joke in the face of Zogra.

The feeling of having her worldview completely shattered, the immense drop from being a ruler to an ant, was a nightmare she would never forget.