Hyper-Dimensional Player

Azgregate of the Three Realms.

Before the sixty-six extravagant Ivory Towers at the perimeter of the Silver Palace, waves of spell radiance appeared, and endless support spells rained down on the Legendary Powerhouses infiltrating the Bottomless Abyss. The Three Great Churches of the goddesses of the Bright Water Realm united; there weren’t many other professionals, but there were a massive number of Legendary Level Priests, casting reinforcement spells as if they were free.

Of course, the real main healer wasn’t the Mother of Great Bliss, nor the Five Fierce Women, but an elderly Priest with white hair and beard, whose stooped figure was covered with scars of various sizes, even bearing a slave mark from a branding iron on his hand.

This was the Archbishop of Ilmater, the God of Suffering, mastering the power of the Medical Domain, and a powerful ally secured by a wealthy unspoken benefactor’s ’donation’ of large sums of money.

They dare not say otherwise.

Next year, the Church of the God of Suffering should aid a vast number of the poor because their finances are very strong now.

This was the money earned by the old Archbishop’s toil and devotion.

He never expected to return alive from the Bottomless Abyss.

As the main healer of the entire battle group, the Archbishop of the God of Suffering immediately activated the Medical Domain upon entering, spreading out a healing spiritual aura like a halo.

Leading at the front were three powerful Paladins, respectively from the Church of Tyr, the God of Justice; the Church of Torm, the God of Courage; and the Church of Heimdall, the God of Guardians. Behind them were numerous Legendary Level Warriors, Knights, Mages, and others. One could even spot Elf Rangers from the great forest of Cormanthor.

Such a lavish lineup could easily overthrow a nation.

But the reality was that just as they broke into the Silver Palace, they immediately met intense resistance, even suffering some casualties. Were it not for the sufficient number of High Tier Priests, and the endless Healing Spells, even Legendary Powerhouses might have fallen in an instant.

——Six-armed Snake Demon Guard (five-star silver-gray).

——Balrog Flame Demon Guards (six-star silver-gray).

——Charmed Demon Court Messenger (five-star whiteboard).

Amidst the glow of Teleportation Spells, the Demon Legion within the entire Silver Palace was in turmoil. Due to the less-than-smooth first wave of attacks, the news here had already alerted the currently stationed Demon Army, with demons frantically arriving here from three dimensions through the opened abyssal gate.

They were endless, enough to wage an Abyssal Blood War.

If the struggle continues, these people are likely to face complete annihilation.

After all, there are too many demons in the Bottomless Abyss.

"Damn it!"

"I can’t unlock this Secret Technique lock!"

"There is a powerful barrier set up here!"

In a certain place deep within the Silver Palace, a half-elf thief was drenched in sweat, tensely listening to the sounds outside, his teammates fighting the Balrog Flame Demon Guards, creating a chance for this thief to unlock the Secret Technique lock.

In the death arena, the invincible Balrog Flame Demon was ubiquitous within this vast Silver Palace.

The Dark Monarch Glazest, as one of the Three Giants of the Abyss, had secret control over a considerable number of High Tier demons. While the quantity was far less than those Abyssal Fiends who disappeared in the Abyssal Blood War, the scale far exceeded that of other Demon Lords, thanks to Glazest’s adept management.

In many Crystal Sphere systems, the Lord of Hell Asmodeus amassed the most troops, including the Fallen Angels of the Ancient Era and the Baatorian Devils who rose during the subsequent wars.

Meanwhile.

While fierce battles raged outside the Silver Palace, a blonde woman trapped in a peculiar room, isolated by space on all sides, suddenly opened her eyes.

The goddess of fortune, Waukeen, had molten gold eyes. She loved to wear attire adorned with gems and gold, with a slender waist girded by a gold belt, and feet clad in pearl-encrusted golden boots.

An ensemble of extravagant gold.

Though Waukeen counted as exceptionally beautiful among the many goddesses of the Bright Water Realm, her overly extravagant attire often gave the illusion of being blinded. Hence, anyone directly looking at her seemed to be staring at wealth itself, inadvertently ignoring the radiant beauty of the goddess.

Someone is rescuing her!

At that moment, Fortune Goddess Waukeen realized this. Over the years, she had more than once hoped for a rescue, and now she finally awaited one.

She hadn’t lost her power, nor had she been controlled by the Dark Monarch; she was simply imprisoned in a cell.

Though Waukeen wasn’t strong, the avatar of a Divine Spirit was not easily subdued by ordinary people.

"Damn it!"

"The Bottomless Abyss is still isolating my Divine Power!"

"Someone must first destroy the abyssal barrier here." Waukeen’s face wore a grave expression.

She had been trapped here for many years; the Dark Monarch often visited her, inquiring about many secrets of the Divine Spirits, typically bringing a host of Balrog Flame Demon bodyguards, wary of Waukeen suddenly going berserk.

"Damn Cang Ye!"

"How did she do it? Using the Law of the Bottomless Abyss to isolate my power!"

Waukeen appeared somewhat frustrated and furious.

Throughout this time, she had always pondered ways to escape, yet it was utterly impossible, for she was merely prey captured by the Bottomless Abyss. The Dark Monarch Glazest acquired some power from the Mother of Demons, Cang Ye, utilizing it to bind Waukeen through a contract with the Bottomless Abyss.

Through such deceitful means, Waukeen’s saintly avatar was directly suppressed by the Bottomless Abyss.