The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Chapter 454: Winner Takes All

In the Etherium Realm, seeing the change on the void battlefield, Maximus couldn't help but frown.

"Winner takes all?" Maximus muttered, reading the change in rules.

First, the resources were taken away, and now this rule.

Isn't the intention obvious enough?

If the Etherium Realm wanted to survive and continue building the outpost base, they needed to go outside and mine resources.

If they didn't want to be overtaken away by the enemy in terms of tier, they needed to kill.

Every Tier 4 powerhouse that appeared on the battlefield was a god of death that would suppress all the enemies.

The difference between tier 3 and tier 4 was ten times that of the difference between tier 2 and tier 3.

The appearance of a large tier 4 powerhouse was a variable that would break the balance of the war.

"What a cruel battlefield."

Forcing each side to kill each other to the last drop of blood, even he, who had killed countless people, couldn't help but shiver.

The chaos that such a rule would cause was beyond his imagination.

While he was in a daze, Fealan contacted him, asking for a meeting.

Teleporting to the courtroom of the Etherium Academy, he met up with the three.

Malgron was still in a coma; it seemed he wouldn't wake up for the entirety of the war.

Talk about being useless; Maximus even thought of lying down and relying on Malgron to win.

Now it seemed that he still had to rely on himself after all.

"Do you know the change that happened on the void battlefield?" Fealan started.

"We know."

Over the five waves the void battlefield engulfed the land; after tirelessly cloning themselves and asking Maximus to heal them, some of their clones were lucky enough to be sent into the void battlefield.

However, wanting to train the people of Etherium Realm, they remained dormant like Maximus.

"Then you should know what this entails. If we don't do anything, this war could turn out of our expectations."

With septillions of people, if they could be divided equally, it's enough to create thousands of Tier 9 Apex Sovereigns.

This part of the war is what's scary: breaking the barrier between Tier 8 and Tier 9 would require a foundational law from a dimension, thus a Tier 9 dimension usually only has over a thousand Tier 9 powerhouses.

However, in this dimensional war, according to the notification from the void battlefield, this limit could easily be broken.

The void battlefield itself would form independent foundational laws as it expanded.

That means over a hundred thousand Tier 9 experts could be born if they were not careful.

"There is only one thing we can do: kill!" Readius said excitedly.

"Hahaha, I'm also in!" Alabaster said.

Instead of dread, they felt excitement for this rule.

They didn't care about how many of their people would die.

These mortals were like grass; after a few epochs, they would grow back as if nothing happened.

What they cared about was the rule, 'winner takes all.'

If a Tier 8 could easily break through to Tier 9 with enough kills, what about their talent?

As the top Apex Sovereigns of the entire Etherium Realm, Readius, Alabaster, and Fealan have top-notch dimensional-level talent.

However, remembering Malgron who suppressed them, and the rising star Maximus who was sitting on their head, they felt unsatisfied.

If they could kill enough of the enemy, their physique would certainly reach the ultimate level.

Thinking of the strength they could gain, they couldn't wait to control their clones to go on a rampage.

"You two…" Seeing the fighting intent of Readius and Alabaster, Fealan quickly understood their intentions.

How could they be satisfied with their talent?

Thinking of his daughter Lilith, who had become stronger than him in less than an epoch, Fealan couldn't help but feel disappointment at his weak strength.

His daughter, who had lived for less than an epoch, was stronger than him.

What kind of father is he?

With their fighting intent soaring into the sky, the pressure in the room made the void tremble and crack.

"Then we should hurry up. The change of the battlefield will be faster and faster from now on." Maximus said, ending the meeting.

Seeing they couldn't wait to fight, Maximus could only shake his head.

He also considered putting his wives on the void battlefield but quickly dismissed the idea.

Killing for strength is too bloody; he didn't want his wives to be tainted because of borrowed strength.

...

Soon, returning to their respective residences, Fealan, Readius, and Alabaster went into seclusion, wanting to control their clones with absolute concentration.

Maximus also woke up a clone of his to oversee the battle.

Now, with such a change, he didn't care about training his people anymore.

A slight carelessness might wipe them out.

What was he training his people for then?

With the four waking up from slumber, the Etherium Outpost base quickly fell under their control.

Seeing the four supreme leaders of the Etherium Realm come to ask for leadership, how could they disagree?

Although they knew they were on the same tier, the pressure they emitted was like that of a beast that could crush them to death.

With Maximus taking the management post and the protector of the base, Fealan and the others quickly gathered an army to attack the enemy.

....

Meanwhile, in the Ragnarok Outpost, the Crimson Ragnarok, the Juggernaut Ragnarok, the Radiant Ragnarok, the Shadow Ragnarok, the Inferno Ragnarok, the Plague Ragnarok, and the Tempest Ragnarok.

The Seven Ragnaroks were the peak powerhouses of the Blood Ragnarok Realm, possessing pseudo-Tier 11 strength.

Because of their strength, they could easily clone themselves several times, with a few clones lucky enough to be sent into the void battlefield.

Initially, they were about to launch a devastating attack on the Etherium Realm.

They didn't expect that a huge change would stop them in their tracks.

"This war is getting exciting by the second," The Inferno Ragnarok said, licking his lips.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect this dimensional war rule would be implemented. Is someone trying to wipe us out?" The Tempest Ragnarok said, laughing at the impermanence of the world.

The 'winner takes all' is a rule that basically never appears in a normal dimensional war.

Although only one dimension could be a winner in a dimensional war.

The people in the losing dimension could still be slaves or surrender, keeping their lives intact.

Now, with such a rule, taking all the lives as nourishment, unless one side conceded, it would be a bloody war where no one could be left alive.

This cruel dimensional war rule rarely appeared, and it was usually only when two dimensions were in a life-and-death feud and requested the committee of the dimensional war for a change.

"No idiot! How can a Tier 11 dimension influence the dimensional war?" The Shadow Ragnarok said, denying Tempest Ragnarok's conclusion.

If their enemy from the past could influence the Blood Ragnarok Realm, then they would have long been wiped out.

"You mean-"

"That's right, it's either we are just unlucky, or this Etherium Realm is the cause of it."

"Now, now, how could this be bad luck? Winner takes all? Isn't it just another way of saying Blood Ragnarok Realm takes all?" The Plague Ragnarok reiterated.

Of the seven Ragnaroks, only three of them have ultimate-level physiques: the Crimson Ragnarok, the Juggernaut Ragnarok, and the Radiant Ragnarok.

The three may not care about this insignificant benefit of this war rule, but the other four?

Clenching their fists, a battle intent couldn't help but surge, warping the space.

"Hah! It's time for the Etherium Realm to feel the wrath of the Ragnaroks!"

...

While the Blood Ragnarok Realm was preparing for an all-out war, Fealan, Alabaster, and Readius attacked first.

With the map projected by the micro surveillance bot created by Maximus, Fealan and the two were like gods on the battlefield.

Dividing with their respective armies, they attacked lone bases a little far away from the Blood Ragnarok Outpost.

"Attack! We are under attack!"

With yells and panic, the lone city plunged into chaos, as Alabaster commanded his people to attack.

"This is so exhilarating," Alabaster muttered, feeling his body being strengthened.

With each kill his subordinates made, some of the energy would feed back to him.

Although little, with hundreds of millions of them killing at the same time, the feedback made his body tingle.

Soon enough, Alabaster's clone's realm advanced to Tier 4.

Suddenly, while enjoying the feast, an ignorant individual attacked him.

"Useless," holding the attacker's neck like a chicken, he threw him to the ground.

"Only a billionth percent?"

He felt that the essence of the one he killed was purified, sending the purest energy to him while the dross was absorbed by the battlefield.

"I didn't expect this battlefield to also have this benefit,"

When absorbing other physiques, talents, and whatnot, the pollution one would suffer was immeasurable.

Just the karma, the mixed physiques, and the remaining will, would haunt one to death.

However, for the void battlefield that promised to break the shackles of physique, being able to purify the origin of the enemy was a basic operation.

"However, I can't advance to Tier 5?" Alabaster assessed his situation.

With hundreds of millions of subordinates giving him feedback, he should have reached Tier 6 or even 7.

However, after advancing to the peak Tier 4 realm, his body seemed to be saturated.

"Another limitation of the void battlefield?"