Chapter 612: Unleashing the Evil God Ritual

Dark red ripples spread like flowing water.

Standing alone on the second basement level of the building, Yenir calmly surveyed the Evil God Ritual beneath his feet, his eyes glinting.

After setting up a double Evil God Ritual in one breath, the underground space transformed into a hellish scene filled with dense, crimson mist.

Although a double ritual doesn’t double the power, Yenir’s deliberate placement made the Evil God Ritual appear as two intersecting rings that enveloped the entire block.

This way, unless chaos erupts, every death adds to his ritual reserve.

Once the Evil God Ritual is triggered, even those above who sense danger will have no time to escape.

“If I show up alone, I’d be swarmed by at least thirty Peak Third-Stage fighters in an instant,” he mused.

“No matter how slow they are, they’ll realize soon enough that I’m the real enemy.”

“The cost of rebirth is roughly four to one…”

“For every four Peak Third-Stage deaths, I earn one rebirth.”

“In other words, if in the melee I don’t get taken out by the equivalent energy of four Peak Third-Stages, I’ll have to finish them off myself…”

(He muttered under his breath.)

Yenir summoned a wisp of mist from the Void, a cruel glimmer passing through his eyes.

No one could have imagined: he planned not only to wipe out the four battle zones in one fell swoop but also to capture these people, all while preserving as much power as possible.

In his pursuit of perfection, he chose to confront everyone alone to prevent losing too many of his controlled Otherworldly Ghosts.

As for the Chinese Military, he intended to use those soldiers merely as fillers.

“It’s unrealistic for each faction to lose one fighter right at the start; at most, one or two will fall.”

“Later, even the Peak Third-Stage fighters can’t afford too many losses, or I won’t be able to reclaim enough forces…”

Confident in his near Third-Stage invincibility, Yenir treated the Peak Third-Stage fighters of the National War like his personal trophies.

Deaths are inevitable, but sparing one means rescuing one more.

To minimize casualties and keep these opponents from revolting, the only solution is to intimidate them with overwhelming force!

Based on his rehearsals, rather than controlling a slew of Peak Third-Stages to easily win the National War, a one-man suppression across four countries sends a far more terrifying message!

If he wants these Peak Third-Stage fighters to submit and be afraid, he must showcase absolute power!

After much deliberation, Yenir concluded that nothing was more intimidating than repeatedly rebirthing and single-handedly dominating all the battle zones!

Imagine this: the moment the four battle zones focus their fire on him, Yenir would simply rebirth the very next second!

His combat prowess is already terrifying, and that cycle repeats over and over…

Yenir is convinced that even facing him head-on would shatter their resolve.

…………………

Beneath the blue building, Yamamoto Ichiro looked on with excitement at the seemingly deserted structure.

His gaze locked on the center of the building as Spirit Energy accumulated in his body like a volcano about to erupt, ready to strike at any moment.

Beside him, a squad from the Central Asian Battle Zone prepared eagerly, waiting for the signal to storm the building.

With the might of Peak Third-Stage fighters, the building looked as fragile as paper; they could dismantle its structure and annihilate the Huaguo occupants in no time.

“Those Chinas haven’t made a peep. They’re probably hiding inside, convinced no one will discover them!”

“Follow my orders. Once we breach in, attack relentlessly! Don’t hold back—don’t give the Central Asians another chance to pick them off!”

Before the assault, Yamamoto quickly laid out his tactical plan.

Yet, as he glanced at the Vietnamese by his side, a surge of contempt welled up within him.

Those idiotic Chinas think that by teaming up with the Vietnamese, betrayal is off the table—believing the weak can huddle for warmth. But weak ones only betray each other!

And these Vietnamese monkeys really think that aligning with them will secure their future?

Noticing Yamamoto’s glare, the Vietnamese fighters under Yenir’s control forced a flattering smile, as if unaware of the real issue.

“Lord Yamamoto, I’ll have our men pull back immediately. The moment they show their faces, you hit the floors above them!”

“The Huaguo ones are in there!”

“Understood!”

Yamamoto responded with a fake, tight smile, though his heart burned with hidden fire.

Amid his constant urging, several Vietnamese Awakener fighters from the Vietnamese Battle Zone suddenly surged out of the building.

Simultaneously, hidden from the Japanese Battle Zone and using system tools, Indian Awakener fighters from the rear of the building erupted in ecstatic cheers.

“Attack!!”

One after another, they struck with pinpoint precision.

Before either side could react, pent-up Spirit Energy descended like a missile bombardment upon the building’s top.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!”

Intent on a savage assault, upon launching the first wave of explosive energy, Yamamoto’s expression hardened as he led a host of Third-Stage Awakened fighters into the collapsing building.

In another direction, the Indian Awakeners surged forward right after their energy wave hit.

In an instant, both sides clashed head-on in a furious melee.

Thunderous explosions and soaring flames lit up the chaos.

Amid swirling Spirit Energy and smoke, Yamamoto, halfway through his charge, suddenly sensed a deep unease—a sign that something was off.

“Something’s wrong!”

How could an attack of similar strength erupt at the same time!?

Judging by the Spirit Energy fluctuations, the explosion came from another direction entirely.

“Has someone else found this place with us!?”

His expression shifted instantly.

He never expected others to target this spot; at that moment, both Yamamoto and the Central Asian Awakener fighters sensed the danger.

According to the Vietnamese, only they knew about this location!

Who is it!? Which battle zone!?

“Nguyen Haoyu!? Who else did you leak this info to!?”

A sharp command halted Yamamoto’s charge, and he paused cautiously in mid-air.

Watching the sudden flare of fire, he noticed no Huaguo presence or any sign of Yenir—only a group of Vietnamese. Using his mental senses, he was horrified to detect that the attacking energy, matching nearly the number of Peak Third-Stages as theirs, clearly belonged to the Indian Battle Zone!?

Grabbing the Vietnamese Awakener trailing behind him, he barely had time to demand answers before—

In the next second, Nguyen Haoyu flashed a mischievous smile and then bellowed:

“Lord Arhan, I’ve tricked the Japanese into coming here!”

“Attack!!”

Meanwhile…

Before the Indian Battle Zone Awakeners could fully process the situation, one of the Otherworldly Ghosts controlled by Yenir from among the West Asian Awakeners behind them suddenly joined the fray!

“Lord Kusman, let’s combine our forces and eliminate the Indians! The Central Asian Battle Zone is coming in to support us!”

What the hell!?

“Boom, boom, boom!!!”

In a split second, the simultaneous assault by the Otherworldly Ghosts shattered the brief stalemate.

The Awakener fighters from the four battle zones were stunned, their eyes flashing with anger as they glared at their foes.

Then, as if truly fearing betrayal, Yamamoto Ichiro roared:

“Strike first! Anyone scheming against me is asking for death!!”

“I knew it—the Central Asians never intended to cooperate from the start!”

“Damn it!!”

Cursing under their breath, the normally flustered Central Asian Awakener fighters, now enraged as the Japanese Awakeners charged at them, had no choice but to fight back!