Time Twister - 106 Fight between Gods

The spell takes at least 24 hours to complete, and an additional 8 hours to create the activation process. They were close to reaching 24 hours since they were allowed entry into the auction house.

They just needed 14 more hours, and they would be done with the spell and would be able to activate it at any time.

Time passed, and it was 26:30 pm They already completed the spell when the auction was already on its 600th item. 199 items to go or 6.6 hours left. There wasn’t enough time. They had to complete the spell casting before the auction ended. Amelia then gritted her teeth before sending an order: Use your blood essence to speed up the activation process.

Everyone complied, as all 9 women quickly infused their blood essence into the spell, cutting the activation time by half. They only needed 4 more hours. She then said it to the other team leaders in other auction houses, who agreed to her plan.

Time passed by. It was the 699th item, the Seed of Narcissus.

Brady began to explain the item and its purpose.

“For our 699th item up for auction, the Seed of Narcissus! This is a seed that comes from a rare, unknown tree, which was said to be beneficial for anyone who had control over the Emotion or Mind elements. You could have the same tree as well if you purchase this and cultivate it!”

“The starting bid is at 50 million Galaxy coins, with increments of 1 million or more. You have 2 minutes to bid~”

Immediately, one name popped out, surprising the cultivators present once again.

[SG] Chronicler – 1,000,000,000

Note: This seed annoyingly requires at least 15 million years to mature, and another plant of the same type to reproduce. The fruit production would take 10 million years. This is assuming that you find an optimal place for their growth.

However, the bidding didn’t end here. Someone bid 1 million Galaxy coins higher, which was another special guest.

[SG] Demeter – 1,001,000,000

Note: I’ll let you have this and another seed of the same kind if you give me information about this seed and how to grow it.

After seeing that bid, Xander raised his eyebrow, before sending a follow-up bid.

[SG] Chronicler – 10,000,000,000

Note: Eh, sure. Send a messenger to my room along with the seed.

With that note, everyone was dumbfounded. Hey, hey, why are you using the bidding board to send messages to one another? Are you here to buy or just flaunt your status?

However, no one attempted to interrupt the two, because based on the situation, it seemed that this other special guest is the one that consigned the seed to the auction house.

Xander, after placing the top bid, heard a knock on his door. The moment he unlocked it by a press of a button in his seat, a young, light-green colored man appeared, dressed up nicely.

“Hello, you must be the Chronicler, correct?”

“That’s right. Are you the messenger sent by Demeter?”

“That’s correct. The name bestowed by my creator is Conchúr Mac Aodhagáin, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Do you have the seed?”

“Yes,” Conchúr replied as he brought out a familiar-looking seed. Hmm, it seemed that all Concept seeds shared the same looks.

Xander, seeing the seed, nodded, before gesturing with his hand. The seed immediately flew to where he was, before disappearing into thin air, placed in his pocket dimension.

A piece of paper materialized in front of Xander, and he began to write on it the process of cultivating this seed.

Its very simple. Based on the name of the seed, it feeds off emotions. One can do the following to grow it:

1. Use the living brains of beings as the foundation of the seed to grow. The brains must be conscious and alive. The more the brains, the faster it grows. The stronger the brains, the better the growth.

2. Plant it in the dream dimension. Slow but stable growth. You can plant it in your dream bubble if you are a dream walker or have it planted by someone that can shift their dimensions.

3. Create an artificial environment that would provide the same effects as the first two options.

P.S. I assume you also sold the Seed of Chronos? I also know how to cultivate it. Give me another Seed of Chronos and I will tell you the cultivation methods as well.

After Xander wrote these down, he rolled up the parchment and sealed it with a one-time magic barrier.

“The magic barrier I placed is capable of eradicating anyone below Sage-2 if forcefully shattered, within a radius of 100 meters. If she is who I think she is, she would know the answer to this question: “The name of your daughter that got kidnapped?” If she isn’t, the answer is the name of the tree where the seed came from. The answer should be written in runic writing, unlocking the magic barrier.”

After saying that, Xander did a small gesture with his finger, pushing the plant-like creature out of the room, and shutting the door tightly. Conchúr was surprised and unable to react, he was pushed out of the room. He tightly held the rolled-up document and quickly went to his Master’s room.

Conchúr knocked in the room, which was opened by one of Master’s servants. He quickly entered and knelt in front of a voluptuous-looking woman, who had a serene smile plastered on her face.

“Master, the Chronicler has written the method in this parchment. However, he placed it under a magic barrier to ensure its authenticity. If forcefully opened, it can eradicate anyone below Sage-2 within a radius of 100 meters.”

“Oh? This person truly is interesting.”

“Master, he also said that the runic key to this magic barrier is ‘the name of your daughter that got kidnapped’, and the answer must be written in runic writing above the magic barrier,” Conchúr reported.

However, a strong wave of resentment and anger emanated all over the room, surprising and scaring Conchúr. It was his first time seeing his master this angry.

“M-m-master, did I do anything wrong?” Conchúr asked cautiously, a bit nervous and scared. His master didn’t reply, however, she was furiously tapping her armrest before she moved her finger above the parchment and began to write the runic writing.

A clicking sound was heard before a masculine voice could be heard from the collapsing magic barrier.

“Huh, so you’re also like that person, huh, forcefully pushed into a world you didn’t belong to, awaiting for the stage call. Anyways, think about what I offered you in the parchment. No worries, only you can hear my voice, no need to kill your servants.”

When she heard this voice, her eyes dilated, before shrinking, looking like a set of feline eyes.

She began to browse the contents of the parchment, and when she saw the methods for growing the item, she widened her eyes in surprise. Interesting, so even the Seed of Chronos also required a specific habitat for growing, huh.

She tapped the parchment, which quickly dissolved into nothing.

She then calmed her raging emotions, looking calmly at her creation, Conchúr. She smiled at him, causing him to visibly calm down.

“Conchúr, I have one more task for you. Send this other seed to the gentleman earlier. Tell him that I agree to his request.”

“R-right away, master!” Conchúr said, standing up and then bowing, before heading to Xander’s room once again.

Xander was surprised since it seemed she agreed with the proposal I gave her.

Conchúr entered once again the room, and before he could speak, Xander conjured the same parchment and wrote the method of growing the seed of Chronos, which was a place with chaotic time.

He then made another gesture, sending the parchment to Conchúr’s hands, and the seed he was holding floated towards Xander which then disappeared, appearing in his pocket dimension.

“Off you go, little green man.” Xander gestured, causing the body of the man to move on its own, heading out and calmly closing the door.

Now, all he needed to do was wait for the show to begin. What gall does the Koeman Group have, to stage such a thing in one of the major events of the Galactic Empire… Oh well, not his business this time. The next 6 items he wanted to buy were going to be auctioned tomorrow and in the last day, after all.

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Amelia checked with everyone and saw that they were done with the activation process. All they needed to do was flip and the spell would be activated, unleashing death and destruction to all.

Immediately, she signaled one of the members to hack into the main server of the Koeman Group, to broadcast their figures.

After a few minutes, the different Koeman Auction houses in Elema had their lights cut off, and their projectors showed the figure of a singular female, showing its majesty and gracefulness to all who saw it. Her eyes carried a sensual feeling, anyone that would look would be enamored and enraptured, yet her overall being carried a frightful aura.

Some old fogies instantly recognized the female figure: The Black Order’s founder, Anya Heimlich!

Immediately, some began to panic, while others readied their magic barriers and personal magic artifacts.

A female voice sounded in all the auction houses, reverberating in the hearts of those who were listening.

“Women will always be superior. How dare the Koeman Group attempt to usurp the superiority of women by allowing the trade of female slaves! All of you will pay for your folly!”

The moment the voice sounded out, immediately, a powerful force began to gather all over the planet, suffocating everyone below Sage level with its magnitude and overbearingness.

“COVID: 19 Tribulations of Disease and Decay!” The female voice sounded out from the projection, causing everyone to panic.

However, minutes later, there was still no effect, confusing the people who were in defensive mode.

“…” the female voice was also silent, but inside, she was confused as well; why didn’t the spell work? Didn’t all 45 of them complete the spell formation?

She checked up with the 5 team leaders, who were also confused as to why the spell didn’t activate.

Before she could even speak again, a loud, masculine voice sounded out in all auction houses.

“Everyone, stay calm. We have been preparing for a long time to capture a certain pest, and have placed the necessary measures to ensure they would fall for it, but retain your safety.”

“On behalf of the Koeman Group, we apologize for using this event to get rid of a terror group that has been plaguing multiple empires. For everyone here, we would like to give you all an upgrade in your current auction house status as well as a 10% discount when paying for your won items.”

“Please enjoy this live stream of the chase our own God cultivators have begun for the leader of the Black Order, Ms. Anya Heimlich!”

When the female voice who was speaking heard this, she immediately stilled, before she immediately left her location, moving rapidly away from it, utilizing multiple escape-type magic artifacts.

A few seconds later, behind her, the planet and its surrounding area were blasted to oblivion, with nothing left at all.

She was 2 light-years away, but when she detected this, her heart chilled, and immediately began to utilize the special dimensional points to travel to different, far locations.

After several dimensional jumps, she thought she was safe, but she then heard a voice behind her.

“Did you think you could run that easily, Anya? You leave so many traces, dearie. Tut, tut, you haven’t improved ever since you reached God-4 stage.”

Anya, hearing this voice, didn’t hesitate and launched her attacks behind her, rending the space behind her to warp and weaken from the impact.

However, the voice continued to sound out, creating a tsking sound.

“Tsk, tsk. Even your comprehension hasn’t improved as well.”

“Shut it, Elgors. You and your company of misogynistic men. Hah! Pathetic pieces of trash.” She sneered, launching several energy attacks at Elgors and the men who were hiding behind him.

“Darling Anya, haven’t you heard? The strong make the rules. You’re not that strong in our eyes, sweetie.” Elgors said, his voice rough and carried a sense of bestial instinct in them.

He easily deflected the energy attack Anya launched, the decaying and eroding function of the spell not affect his hands and body.

The space around Elgors shimmered, and 4 hands appeared, doing a variety of things against the energy attacks. One absorbed it, another shattered it, one caused it to stop in its movements, and the last one even managed to launch it back to Anya, who immediately snapped her fingers, causing the attack to collapse on its own.

“Ganging upon a woman? As expected, men can’t do the job alone. Pathetic.” Anya sneered, as she continued to launch different energy attacks.

Her attacks were multi-myriad and ever-changing. When one is at the God class, one’s attacks return in the origin, bringing forth a form of multiple possibilities. A simple attack could result to a spell matrix and the like being formed and launched. Of course, there’s still God rank spells, spells that needed to be prepared before they are cast.

In Anya’s case, she was merely delaying time, allowing enough time for her to finish her spell. The same goes for the men who were chasing her. They were defending while preparing the God rank spells they had in their arsenal.

It is also known that God cultivators can only have 3 main God-rank spells. If they have more than 3, one could have it as their trump card, or even consider them as a genius or blessed by the universe.

Elgors swatted the attacks like he was swatting flies around him, every hit dissipating the attacks. He came closer and closer to Anya, doing it slowly to avoid coming into traps.

After a few seconds, Anya cast her signature God rank spell, [Empress of Disease and Decay]. This caused her body to transform into an avatar of Disease and Decay, allowing her to freely cast Disease and Decay magic spells with a rank of God and below.

She began to bombard the men with spells.

Although Elgors was a God-5 cultivator and his helpers were all God-4, the large barrage of AoE attacks that showcased the power of a God rank spell was slowly breaking their magic barriers.

They had to retreat for a few kilometers before launching their own God spells, two of them turning into an avatar while the others launched single-targeted spells, piercing through the God rank spells that Anya had cast.

The 3 attacks hit her avatar body, where she screamed in pain; however, she did not die, as her avatar was rapidly decaying the attack and transforming it into her energy.

However, that delay was enough for the two other avatars to launch their barrage of attacks.

The problem was that the avatar spells they had usually resulted in their domain manifesting in the vicinity automatically; this meant once foreign attacks or enemies entered, they are weakened and even slowly destroyed by the domain before they could even reach the body.

For the next 10 minutes, they were in a stalemate.

However, the goal of the 2 avatar-formed God cultivators is just to preoccupy Anya; the other 3 are preparing a joint God rank spell cast.

Of course, Anya wasn’t stupid and was trying to delay time as well, waiting for her reinforcements. After all, although she founded the Black Order according to what the people knew, she wasn’t the only God cultivator in the organization. There were a total of 5 God cultivator women who joined her cause.

She believed that the initial signal she sent out early on before the fight began would alert them of her coordinates.

After another 10 minutes, space began to ripple around her, and 4 female figures began to appear, obviously shifting their current dimension to the physical dimension.

The women were dressed differently, each expressing a different style and taste in clothing. They also looked different from one another, with two of them looking like humans, and the other 2 were of different species.

“Ara, ara, Anya, You got ambushed, tee hee hee.” One of the humanoid females said to Anya, snickering.

“Ughh, not a good time Hailey! Help me deal with the trio at the back preparing a joint spell!” Anya shouted, not bothering to banter with Hailey.

“Ladies, let’s show these men why we, women, will always be superior to them!” Anya shouted, signaling the other 3 ladies to begin their attacks towards the two avatars. The latter was forced into a defensive state, as they were currently outnumbered more than what they could handle.

The latter merely pouted, before disappearing in place and appearing behind the trio.

“Oh my, young and supple men, my favorite u003c3” Hailey said, licking her lips seductively, before moving her hand in a grabbing motion, causing the trio to pause in whatever they were doing.

When Elgors saw who it was, his face paled.

“E-empress of Shadows! I thought you were already dead?” He stammered, and when the others heard the name, they broke out in a sweat.

They knew the power of this vile woman. She had a habit of getting young, virile men to be her puppets, controlling their shadows to do his bidding. She followed a unique path of cultivation, the path of the puppeteer.

The last they heard of this woman was around 3 million years ago. Didn’t this woman die against her archenemy, her brother?

They clearly remembered that she was a God-5 cultivator at that time.

Don’t tell me, she already broke through to a higher level? Damn it! Elgors swore inside, before using the biological communicator.

“Send in Omega-2 into our location! Initiate program: Eradicator!”

“Order received. Sending Omega-2 into the battlefield. Estimated time: 15 minutes.”

Damn, we have to delay for 10 more minutes.

Although the joint spell the trio were casting was canceled, they didn’t experience severe spell backlash, as they used their universe to carry the damage.

Utilizing their powers, the trio broke free of the binding Hailey subjected them to, with one of them heading to support the two others in avatar form against the 4 other women.

Elgors and the remaining person began to surround Hailey warily, casting their spells to watch out against her insidious attacks.

Hailey, seeing them act in such a way, laughed, yet when the men heard her laugh, they shivered.

She was a deranged woman. So does that mean her brother lost against her?

“Darlings, why fight? My element is more superior than yours, just so you know~ I can bring out more of the origin elements compared to your measly derivatives!”

“Enough chatter!” the man fighting alongside Elgors shouted, launching his attacks at the quaint figure.

Elgors face immediately changed.

“Lei, don’t! She going to reflect it-” Before he could finish his sentence, the attack landed on her body.