The rift, which was thought to be already open due to the constant pour of rabid corrupt creatures, suddenly halted. The unending torrent ceased as the abyssal end of the gaping anomaly in space bulged unnaturally.

Even the massive rift shuddered under the overbearing pressure of whatever was in passage.

Just as Roy was calculating everything in his possession that could be useful in the upcoming clash, a chime rang.

[Legendary Tier Item: Five-Class Heroes Summon has been used.

Five heroes are being deployed for reinforcement...

Two heroes are deployed your way...

Hero: Ether-Blessed Velra, the Annihilation Mage

Hero: The Holy Presence Trion, the Divine Priest]

Two streaks plummeted from the skies, landing right beside Roy.

On one side stood a female figure, cloaked in a regal hooded robe that concealed her features in a lightless shade of darkness. In her hands was a long scepter, topped with a suspended illusionary foggy gem — a mystical-looking staff.

On his left stood a male figure, fully donned in rose-gold armor radiating an aura of divinity. At the back of the armor were two metallic protrusions — mechanized wings. In one hand, he held a divine, ethereal glowing book; in the other, a set of robust beads with divine inscriptions glowing on their shells.

[Name: Velra

Class: Mage

Level: 25

Strength: 160

Agility: 160

Constitution: 160

Wisdom (Mutated!): 200

Mana (Mutated!): 600

Skills: Complete Ether Mana Control (S), Dive Grimoire (SS), Ether Blessed (S), Nine Demon Purgatory Spell (SSS)]

[Name: Trion

Class: Priest/Healer

Level: 25

Strength: 160

Agility: 160

Constitution: 160

Intelligence: 200

Faith (Mutated!): 450

Skills: Divine Blessings (S), Absolute Heal (SS), Immortal Crown (SSS)]

Pity… Roy felt pity. If only he had leveled up, these two would be several times stronger.

Not that they weren't broken already — with their presence alone, he felt his chances of survival skyrocket.

He exhaled slightly as he began forcing his shotgun down into his holster. Though too small to accommodate it, the holster was made of premium leather and was a rare-grade item, so naturally, it expanded to fit the weapon.

Then, on his left, his trusted silver baton appeared, and on the other, the legendary horn.

He had just summoned these two when a massive clap of explosion rang out. A heavy current of wind blew, almost taking him off his feet.

He craned his head forward, gazing aghast at the rift — it had been ripped.

A metallic arm slowly protruded through the gaping rift, glistening under the faint luminance of the obscured moon.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

The annoying sound of a fly began resonating across the scape.

Slowly, another arm followed as the two abyssal claws gripped the edges of the newly penetrated space and tore through.

A disastrous abomination came into sight.

A humanoid fly — its body coated in thick onyx carapace, with four hair-thin wings at its back buzzing through the void, creating that familiar, irritating sound.

Its face was as grotesque as imagined — eyes a culmination of hundreds of crimson-red lenses in two round formations. Its chitin clamped slowly, a disgusting slimy green dribble flowing from it.

Unexpectedly, the monster wasn't as humongous or colossal as Roy had assumed.

It stood around 7 feet tall, its gait slender — but its presence was every bit as colossal. The overwhelming, disgusting presence of corruption choked in its frame.

The creature flew in, hands clasped behind its back in an attempt to imitate elegance.

A buzzy, bold voice rang out from it:

"So this is the fresh Ether Plane… still tender and still in its infantile stage. To think someone would dare let us loose into this plane…"

Its head slowly scanned the battlefield, and it seemed to sense something — its presence grew noticeably more volatile.

"Such disgrace! To think they would struggle against infantile hunters… they didn't even face a Lord!"

Its omnipresent vision zoomed into the struggling battle between the Fingers and Roy's six subordinates.

Its chitin clicked together in shock.

"Divinity! One, two, three, four! Four divinity holders in such an infantile plane? How is that possible?

And that one…" — it zoomed its gaze toward Alpha's slowly transforming figure —

"What is a descendant of those distasteful Astral Wolves doing here?"

Its presence grew grim.

Something wasn't right. How could there be so many divinities gathered in a fledgling world?

It realized immediately — this world was different.

Wait… if the subordinates were that fierce, what about their Lord?

Suddenly frantic, Belzebub was well aware that it couldn't display its full prowess in this plane. So it dared not look down on anyone — especially a divinity holder. Budding or not, these select few were broken individuals that the norms of power gaps couldn't restrain.

Its numerous lenses scanned the field, finally resting on Roy's frame.

If it had pupils, they would have constricted — not from sensing Roy, but from catching sight of the two beside him.

Belzebub had seen similar figures fighting alongside divinity holders against the Fingers, but hadn't thought much of them. His focus had been on the individuals.

But now, these two were too close for him not to sense anything — even without trying.

Divinity Remnants.

Scary figures that once reigned at the pinnacle of the universe before surrendering to fate and dying.

It is said that if lucky enough, one could obtain a mystic card that allows permanent summoning of such figures — giving these legendary beings another chance at life, though with restrictions:

1. They could never be free — forever under the subordination of their master.

2. Their progress and life would be forever tied to their master.

And even with these restrictions, it didn't dampen the glorious brilliance of these echoes of the past.

They were still as fearsome and terrifying as their legends told. Normally, Belzebub's master dreaded facing great Lords with such fearsome individuals under their ranks.

And here, in this world, he found five of such figures.

Its numerous eyes glistened with shock. Indeed, something wasn't right with this place.

Its gaze finally rested on the Lord of the territory — the reason they were here in the first place: Roy.

As it scanned Roy's frame, the slimy green liquid trailing its chitin flowed with more intensity.

"Legendary items… I want!"

Overwhelming greed budded from its heart. As it sensed further, it realized — this Lord didn't have any divinity.

No — not that he didn't. It couldn't sense any.

But that didn't reduce its wariness toward such a figure.

With all it had seen now, it decided not to take anything lightly — and to give it its all from the start.

Underestimating this Lord would be a grim mistake.

Corruption pulsed through space. Its wings buzzed at a sonic level.

Its figure whisked speedily toward Roy — its crimson lenses glowing ominously.

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