The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 199 - 199: 138: ‘Martial Saint’, ‘Ultimate Sublimation’ and ‘End’ (Please Subscribe)_4

So, in this world, Milton Cheney had grown to his limit.

Milton was grateful to this strange world. He was not foolish. The likelihood was that his talent in martial arts had been awarded by the World Consciousness.

His death in this world would not signify genuine death.

He owed a favor to this world, and this universal assault would be his way of repaying it fully before bidding this world goodbye.

Farewell does not mean never to meet.

In the future, he might even be able to return to this world. The only thing uncertain was whether Wesley Yorke, the little fellow, would still be there.

Thinking of this, Milton chuckled lightly.

Three months later

“The newly discovered six subspaces in the East District have been cleaned up!” your monms lacer

“The newly discovered Level 4 subspace in North District has been cleaned up completely, ensuring no omissions!”

Five months, six months, seven months, one year, two years, three years.

Time passing, the Federation, a large machine, kept running without stopping.

Capital City, Federal First Strategy Center.

Milton Cheney and Wesley Yorke stood side by side.

They were in front of a massive screen. The next moment, almost instantaneously.

“Boom!!”

A loud noise was heard from outside.

The large screen in front of them suddenly turned red. Tens of thousands of red dots filled the entire Federation map.

“They’re here.”

Cheney’s face remained unchanged, he said quietly.

The noise outside didn’t affect the two.

Red dots appeared, just a moment later, some of them turned green. But as futile as putting out a bushfire with a cup of water, the red dots were rapidly increasing.

One day, two days, three days!

Within these three days, Cheney made no move.

Wesley Yorke, as the commander in chief, continued to direct all operations.

On the massive screen in front of them, over a thousand red dots had turned green, but it was still only a small proportion compared to the numerous red dots.

“All the old blokes are gone!”

A hint of sentimentality showed in Cheney’s eyes.

The past few days were the Federation’s days of turmoil, the number of deaths unimaginable.

Even the Grandmaster Martial Artists had sacrificed in significant numbers. With one last glance at the large screen, Cheney turned around and took his leave.

“Old man!”

Wesley Yorke’s voice rang in Milton’s ears.

“Stay alive!”

Without pausing or responding, Milton disappeared from the spot in a flash.

A flicker of pain crossed Wesley’s eyes, but vanished the next moment, replaced by resolve.

Cheney stepped into the small subspace in front of him. The next moment, a Circular Instrument appeared in his hand.

“Rumble!!”

A resounding noise echoed within the Subspace.

The Subspace collapsed!

An invisible passage appeared, and Milton stepped into it.

Everything started spinning!

This was an alien world!

Countless strange beings reflected in Milton’s eyes.

Milton even spotted a few humanoid beings.

These beings seemed to lack intellect, showing no reaction to his sudden appearance.

What he had to do next was simple.

Kill!

An enormous surge of energy erupted from Cheney, a gigantic flame-like phantom manifesting behind him.

‘Divine Intent’s’ external manifestation! Only a Martial Saint could achieve this.

Next, Cheney began.

The extent of damage a person comparable to a Level 3 Wizard can cause is unimaginable.

The otherworldly beings posed almost no resistance.

However, Cheney did not forget his mission. He needed to determine how this alternate world was sending subspaces to the Federation.

Then, destroy it!

The passage of time no longer mattered, Cheney did not know how long it had been or how many he had killed.

Tens of thousands? Or perhaps over a hundred thousand?

It didn’t matter anymore.

As at that moment, a colossal Illusory Rhomboidal Block emerged in front of his eyes.

It was somewhat like a subspace, but not quite the same.

Countless strange beings hurled themselves into this rhomboidal block one after another until they vanished. No one noticed the strange man here.

Cheney made a move!

Blood burning, will transforming into the fuel of the fire.

“Boom!!!”

This all-consuming punch could destroy everything it meets.

Cheney’s vision went black. The last scene imprinted in his mind was the shattered Illusory Rhomboidal Block!

He repaid his debt to this world with his life!