# Chapter 30: Ultimate Malicious Banishment Technique (Fist) 7200
The silver cocoon traversed time and space, slowly crossing the barriers between worlds, arriving in the high cosmos of World One. The moment it appeared, the shielding runes that had originally wrapped around the outer layer of the cocoon instantly shattered, exploding into patches of gray mist. The overwhelming gravitational force that had been blocked by the shielding runes descended upon the world after a long absence.
In the sky, it was as if a singularity had appeared. Layers upon layers of distorted light, like a shield, enveloped Joshua and the silver cocoon. The surface of World One's planet was once again turned upside down. Countless material vortexes, like tornadoes, soared into the sky, surging toward the silver cocoon. At a rough glance, it was as if countless waterfalls were flowing backward into the sky, cascading from the heights, then converging in one place.
"Let those warships and mana cannons withdraw."
For the strong, even world-shaking natural disasters are nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing the face. And those experts who had crossed time and space to arrive at the periphery of World One in the first instant naturally would not fear the various phenomena induced by Joshua's own gravitational pull. But ordinary armies, even mana-powered warship legions, could not withstand it.
Nostradamus stood near a surging material torrent. He tilted his head slightly, calmly using his psychic power to communicate with the countless Imperial armies behind the passage that had not yet arrived at this world: "This is not a battlefield where they can participate."
As he spoke, he reached out and pressed his hand on his grimoire. A wave of space-time fluctuation swept across half the sky, closing all remaining space-time passages.
Although the Empire's void warship technology was already quite good, it was far from mature enough to participate in a battlefield of Legendary experts. They might be able to cause some interference to the Black Mist, but overall, the gains were too low and the losses too great. It wasn't worth it.
Thus, only eleven powerful beings, using the power of the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground, crossed time and space to arrive at World One.
The leader was naturally the Pope of the Church of the Seven Gods, Saint Eagle. Following him were the Western Mountain Sword Saint, the Fishman High Priest, Nostradamus, Baniel, and William. The Nature Mentor and the Legendary Beast beside her, along with a psychic master from the Western Mountain Kingdom who had no great reputation, could also be seen. On the other side, Barbarossa of the Sky-Piercing White Tower seemed to be calmly communicating with an old man draped in a Seven Luminaries Council robe. Their relationship seemed not very good, but at this moment, they had reluctantly reached a compromise and coexisted peacefully.
After these eleven Legendary-level experts descended, one who arrived somewhat late broke through time and space and appeared. It was a massive golden dragon. It transformed into human form and stood expressionlessly to one side. The appearance of the Golden Dragon drew the attention of the other Legendary experts. William muttered in surprise: "The Golden Dragon King—he has finally made up his mind, not intending to remain silent any longer."
The twelve experts of the Mycroft World, basically three-quarters of the entire world's high-end power, had gathered together. The reason they had all assembled was naturally because everyone was waiting for the results of this Imperial Foreign Exploration Department's expedition.
Whether it was exploring valuable foreign worlds, searching for colonizable worlds, or seeking clues to the Unified Grand Database, it was not a matter for just the Empire or the Seven Sacred Mountains. It was a matter concerning the future fate of the entire Mycroft World. They had missed the opportunity to participate in the first exploration, but they had all followed the results of this exploration through various channels.
Joshua had long told all Legendary experts about the Black Mist. Everyone had a general understanding of how terrifying the darkness in the stars was—although some might think the multiverse was so vast that they would never encounter the Black Mist in their lifetime, and there was no need to actively provoke this powerful enemy.
But facts proved that not only would they eventually have to face it, but when they did, it would be hundreds at a time.
These emotionless artificial weapons swept through the void. If they weren't dealt with, every foreign world exploration by the Mycroft World could encounter various accidents and fail, just like this time. Moreover, they already knew of the Mycroft World's existence. If one day they came to the periphery of the Mycroft World, or even launched a battle inside the Mycroft World itself, it would absolutely be a catastrophe.
No one could bear such potential losses. In that case, it was better to completely eliminate the enemy's main force in this desolate, dead world.
"Good grief, that's quite a number."
Looking up at the countless Black Mist in the high heavens, the Sword Saint drew his sword from behind. A light lit up from the hilt, extending bit by bit to every part of the scabbard. He chuckled softly: "They all look like things that aren't easy to cut."
"That sword of yours can't cut things either." Baniel, who was familiar with him, chuckled softly, lightening the atmosphere.
"This is my first time coming to a star world like this. It's really vast."
"Too bad, it's full of magma everywhere. Can't plant flowers."
"Old thing, you're still alive?"
Murmuring voices came. No one felt fear, even when facing hundreds of Black Mist with Legendary-level power. Because they were only the first wave to arrive—the news had already been sent out. The Seven Gods of Humanity, the Fishman God, and the Metal Dragon God were preparing for a second teleportation.
The next teleportation would no longer bring Legendary experts, but gods of the various races.
With twelve Legendary experts in one place, various energy conflicts immediately arose, causing extremely severe energy resonance effects. As countless surging energy tides churned on the surface, tearing apart layer after layer of rock, World One's orbit and rotation speed were severely affected. Its orbit began to slowly shift outward, which might cause serious consequences in hundreds or thousands of years.
Furthermore, adding the hundreds of Black Mist in the distance, everyone knew that World One would likely not survive this time. Nowhere was safe—Nostradamus raised his grimoire. He looked at Priest and the others, who were frozen in place, not daring to move, shocked by being surrounded by so many Legendary experts. He cast a traction spell, guiding them and teleporting them back to the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Ground.
High above, Joshua was rapidly communicating with Eagle using psychic power.
"The number of Black Mist isn't infinite either. Since they've gathered together, preparing for a decisive battle, we must annihilate the vast majority in one go."
Joshua said: "If possible, we must find the location of the Black Mist's mother entity, which is the coordinates of the Sanctuary World—that is the top priority. If we don't eliminate the mother entity, the Black Mist will have an endless supply of reinforcements. As long as the mother entity exists, we cannot win."
"You already have a clue?"
Having joined forces many times before and being very familiar with the warrior, the old Pope naturally knew what he was thinking: "Can you find the Alpha Sanctuary?"
Joshua nodded silently—he had long seen countless Black Mist, like rivers, going to the periphery of the Void Great Maelstrom to absorb energy. And this time, the Black Mist's teleportation also had precursors. Based on the information transmitted during their teleportation, he had already determined that almost all of these Black Mist came from a location with similar coordinates.
This coordinate was not near the Void Great Maelstrom, but it allowed all the Black Mist to arrive at the battlefield fully charged with energy. This proved that the world behind it, even if not the Alpha Sanctuary, was an important energy reserve center for them. It was worth a try... And the one most suitable for carrying out this mission was only him.
Only Joshua could ensure survival under the siege of countless Black Mist until reinforcements arrived.
At this moment, including Joshua, a total of thirteen Legendary experts had all prepared and were ready for battle. High above, the countless Black Mist clusters also reacted to the sudden rapid increase in enemies. They had no human emotions, only pure mechanical logic. After determining that their numbers and absolute combat power were twenty-seven times that of the enemy, an extremely clear electromagnetic signal resounded throughout the entire world.
[Eliminate Enemy]
The next instant, endless black mist began to rapidly surround World One. The scene was like the sky collapsing, dark clouds pressing down layer by layer like an avalanche. The materialized mist disintegrated everything it encountered along the way, releasing large amounts of high-energy beams and solid projectiles. It was like a rain of flame and steel. The Black Mist seemed intent on swallowing the Legendary experts and the entire planet together, then decomposing them into nothingness.
But amidst this spectacular fiery collapse, a rather emotional voice came.
"Is this a foreign world without life?"
The speaker was the Great Elder of the Seven Luminaries Council who had been conversing with Barbarossa earlier. His name was 'Fyodorov,' an aged Legendary expert, tall in stature but slightly hunched. Decades ago, the Sky-Piercing White Tower had defeated the ancient Seven Luminaries Council in a worldwide theoretical debate and institutional competition, becoming the highest institution of learning in the hearts of all spellcasters in the Mycroft World. The defeated Seven Luminaries Council could only huddle in a corner of the Eastern Plains, enduring humiliation under the shadow of the White Tower, like other ordinary mage academies.
But this did not mean Fyodorov was weak. The aged mage, who had been in seclusion for decades, squinted his eyes, looking at the pressing black clouds. He gripped his staff tightly and spoke unhurriedly in a low voice: "So, I can go all out?"
As his words fell, a surge of vast mana overflowed from his body. The materialized power of the seven elements transformed into a rainbow barrier of seven colors, lifting Fyodorov's body from the ground. He flew into the sky, laughing: "This generation's Radcliffe, lend me your sun!"
"Take it as you wish."
With Joshua's permission, the small sun, only a few kilometers long, that had been floating high in the sky was immediately drawn by the surging seven-luminaries mana. It rose with the rainbow barrier, and during its flight, it was dismantled by different streams of mana, transforming into surging, scorching hot winds, becoming the spellcasting material for this mage.
The Seven Luminaries Council's past magical theory held that the essence of magic lay in reproducing all natural phenomena in the multiverse. As long as all natural phenomena could be reproduced, then a complete world could be recreated, and the spellcaster could become one who grasped the truth of the world.
The Sky-Piercing White Tower, on the other hand, held the opposite view. It believed that the essence of magic lay in creating 'things that do not exist in this world.' What already existed in reality was part of a cycle. Only by breaking through the sky and the world, piercing through everything that existed, could one know the true truth behind the universe.
Fyodorov did not think he was wrong. Because the multiverse was so vast, human imagination was ultimately based on one's own experiences. It was absolutely impossible to imagine something completely illogical out of thin air—for the multiverse, as long as something could be imagined and had logic, it could appear. Since it could appear, then his magic could absolutely reproduce it.
In this brief instant, the miniature sun had been dismantled into streams of scorching ion clouds. Under Fyodorov's control, it transformed into dozens of violent cyclones, rapidly spreading in all directions. They turned into different mana anchor points, frantically absorbing all surrounding material particles. Three seconds later, these scorching cyclones, originally only a few hundred meters long, had expanded under the catalysis of mana to thirty thousand meters in length and width, and twenty thousand meters in height, becoming flame storms capable of illuminating the entire planet's surface.
"I have traveled through the void and seen countless forms of suns. Some are gatherings of light elements, some are huge crystals, some are just energy vents from foreign elemental planes... Among them, the one I appreciate the most is this one."
The million-degree storm brought coronal arcs across the sky. The scorching ion clouds began to spread at the top of the sky, directly facing the continuously pressing beams and clouds. It was a storm that only existed in celestial suns, a vortex capable of instantly incinerating a planet. Like a giant hand, it plunged straight into the Black Mist, turning everything it touched into ash.
The surging darkness was immediately halted. Under the burning of the spreading million-degree solar storm, even the so-called indestructible Black Mist was forged into nothingness—not to mention human nations. Under such magical assault, even the entire Eastern Plains would be burned to scorched earth. If Fyodorov, possessing such power, did not encounter other Legendary experts, he could undoubtedly destroy any civilized world.
This was the foundation of an old-school Legendary expert.
"The old man has endured for so many years. It must have been hard on him."
On the front, Fyodorov blocked the descending Black Mist. But in other directions, countless darkness had already descended upon the earth. It easily devoured everything on the surface, then surged like a tsunami from the flanks toward the gathered Legendary experts, seemingly attempting a flanking attack. Watching this scene, the Western Mountain Sword Saint shook his head. He gripped his longsword with one hand and walked toward the Black Mist in one direction.
The Sword Saint raised his holy sword, Misterdin, lifting that pure light. The two-dimensional blade, having no thickness, began to extend infinitely according to his will. The Sword Saint stared seriously at the surging black tsunami ahead, then seriously raised his sword and swung it down.
The next instant, everything ceased to exist, leaving only a layer of constantly recovering two-dimensional space. And when it was restored to a normal world, everything within it had already turned into chaotic clouds of basic particles.
In other directions, Legendary experts faced the approaching Black Mist. Some were serious, some somewhat casual—although the Black Mist was powerful, its strengths had long been revealed by Joshua. No one would allow this mist with microscopic erosion capabilities to approach them, and they had all prepared defenses against long-range attacks. They cooperated in groups of two or three, or fought alone, and could all steadily suppress the Black Mist in one direction.
The Black Mist was indeed numerous, but the directions from which it could attack simultaneously were limited. It had an advantage in absolute power and numbers, but that did not mean it could overwhelm the Mycroft Legendary experts in localized combat.
It could be seen that on the eastern side of the battlefield, Baniel's body transformed into tens of millions of runic arrays. They rotated in the sky, actively invading the Black Mist, reverse-eroding and controlling the underlying data code of the Black Mist. Because of his erosion, cluster after cluster of Black Mist turned against their own, turning around to condense various spells and beam attacks against their allies.
Beside Baniel, William was not to be outdone. His will spread through the pure spiritual world, effortlessly inserting one infinite loop error after another into the Black Mist's consciousness algorithms, creating bug after bug, causing the dark clusters that were about to launch attacks to freeze in place, then self-destruct.
"Force insert command one: Execute command two. Force insert command two: Execute command one."
Anything with consciousness has an essence of thought that is a kind of algorithm. As artificial weapons, the Black Mist was especially rigid in this regard. The Psychic Overlord didn't even need to use the one thousand twenty-four layer psychic sealing array that could turn a Demon Lord into an idiot who only called for mommy—something that had even made Joshua's expression change. He only needed to insert a few simple infinite loop errors to directly paralyze large amounts of Black Mist. Even if subsequent Black Mist resolved these infinite loops, William still had at least several thousand types of logic errors he could directly force-insert into the Black Mist's thinking.
With prior knowledge of the enemy's intelligence, the Legendary experts had naturally prepared various methods. The Nature Mentor and that strange Legendary Beast joined forces, releasing large patches of microbe clouds with high energy-draining resistance. As long as the Black Mist encountered this weapon that could absorb energy for self-replication, it would temporarily lose power. By the time subsequent Black Mist cleared this bacterial mist, more bacterial mist had already grown.
Regarding this, Galannod couldn't help but complain. In this harsh environment with little life, she couldn't exert her full strength. She could only block the Black Mist but couldn't eliminate it—beside her, Barbarossa cast spells simply and crudely, with no technical content. Like a turret, he aimed at the Black Mist that the Nature Mentor had frozen in place and cast spells, throwing one forbidden-level grand magic after another, not caring about the effects.
Absolute zero fields that stopped all motion, radiation storms that accelerated the decay of the basic particles composing the Black Mist, material annihilation beams that disintegrated electromagnetic forces—the spells Barbarossa cast were never recorded in any spellbook. They were all new magics he had designed on the spot based on the Black Mist's situation. Under the sweep of these magics, not to mention the Black Mist, World One's already miserable surface was completely reduced to nothingness. Even the deep mantle was blasted to pieces.
Legendary experts who had no place or thing to protect might have experienced for the first time the pleasure of 'having no scruples' and 'acting without restraint.'
High above, the two who were not in the Legendary expert battle group, Joshua and Eagle, seemed to have just finished their conversation. The two nodded to each other. The warrior said seriously: "Then I leave it to you, Your Holiness the Pope."
"It's nothing. You be careful yourself."
Eagle shook his head: "After the Seven Gods descend, I will bring people to find you."
With that, Joshua raised his head. His gaze seemed to penetrate the endless Black Mist clusters, looking into the distance at the hexagonal space-time passage from which large amounts of Black Mist were still surging.
Above his humanoid form, the silver cocoon had already absorbed a large amount of material from World One. It was now spinning frantically. The high-density neutron fluid, due to their different densities and speeds, pulled countless chaotic lines on its surface, like Jupiter. The next instant, the silver cocoon, along with Joshua's avatar, transformed into a stream of light in an instant. With speed and mass that distorted and shattered the surrounding space, it charged into the Black Mist clusters in a frenzied manner.
The old Pope watched as Joshua punched a hole through the dark clouds, then slowly lowered his head. He raised his hand and muttered softly to himself: "No need to protect anything, just go all out to destroy?"
"This is really a first. A novel experience."
An instant later, a wave of pure white holy light erupted around Eagle. It surged mightily, transforming into a massive ring of light. This radiance illuminated the world, piercing even the abyss-deep Black Mist. At this moment, the terrifying rumbling and blinding light created by the Legendary expert battle group on the surface became meaningless. All things fell silent. All energy fluctuations were forcibly suppressed.
It could be seen that Eagle's body was dissipating in this light. He transformed into pure waves, pure particles, merging with all things—at this moment, he was light itself.
An instant later, under the gaze of all Legendary experts and the Black Mist, the massive ring erupted. It began to spread rapidly. If viewed from the cosmic void outside World One, it was a pure white ring spreading in all directions at light speed. It purified everything it touched, turning all things into nothingness, or rather, converting them into light.
In just ten seconds, this massive, perfectly circular radiance revealed its complete form—it was a ring of light, perfect and enormous like a planetary ring, enveloping the entire World One. It was composed of twelve concentric rings of different sizes, inlaid with each other, rotating at different angles. From this simple form, a complete beauty could be seen.
It was the beauty of truth.
The holy radiance enveloped the entire planet. The countless Black Mist that had invaded the planet's surface earlier were all reduced to ashes under the illumination of this light. In just an instant, the Black Mist cluster's losses exceeded the total losses of the past few hundred years. But at this moment, the Black Mist had already obtained data on almost all the Legendary experts present. They began to retreat, like pulling back an arm before throwing a punch—but at this moment, there was a damned nuisance running rampant through this massive Black Mist cluster. He carried an enormous gravitational distortion, stirring up the operation of large amounts of Black Mist, making it difficult for them to retract and arrange themselves normally.
That was Joshua.
The warrior's goal was to use the teleportation array through which the Black Mist had arrived to directly find the mother entity of the Black Mist, the last remnant of the Sanctuary Civilization, the location of the Alpha Sanctuary World.
But before that, he didn't mind teaching these emotionless pure killing machines another lesson.
Joshua crossed his arms over his chest. He stood on his main body, the silver cocoon, dragging large patches of Black Mist that couldn't escape his gravity as he flew rapidly. And the direction he was flying in had a dim seven-colored rainbow.
That was the direction of World One's black hole.
The Black Mist dragged by Joshua's gravity seemed to sense the madness of this man's actions. They began to struggle desperately, erupting bursts of nuclear fusion flames, or using electromagnetic propulsion to try to escape. But all of this was meaningless—the warrior's avatar's gravity earlier, they couldn't break free from, let alone his main body being here? Joshua laughed loudly as he charged toward the periphery of the black hole according to his calculated trajectory. He wouldn't directly crash into the black hole. On the contrary, Joshua would brush past it, using the black hole's gravity to accelerate himself. He wanted to use the black hole for a gravitational slingshot effect, using speed far exceeding his speed limit to charge toward the tightly guarded teleportation passage of the Black Mist.
And, incidentally, give the black hole a little extra meal.
Closer, closer and closer. Joshua's speed had now approached seven thousandths of the speed of light. He carried large clusters of Black Mist that seemed to be trembling in fear—if it could—charging toward that lightless darkness. It could be seen that large-scale high-energy discharge phenomena were occurring on the black hole's accretion disk, which was the source of the rainbow radiance. Joshua seriously corrected his trajectory, then, as he brushed past the black hole, he turned his head to look at the large cluster of Black Mist behind him, bound by his gravity.
In the Mycroft World, mages had a peculiar space-time spell. Its name was Malicious Banishment Technique. It could teleport the mage's target to various extremely harsh environments, such as deep sea abysses, volcanic interiors, and deep underground. If one's power was profound, the mage could even teleport their enemy into the void or into a sun, using natural forces to eliminate their opponent.
Coincidentally, Joshua also knew how to use this spell.
The warrior exhaled. He withdrew his fist, gathering power—the next instant, at the moment when the silver cocoon's and the black hole's trajectories approached parallel, the warrior punched out fiercely, striking the void. Instantly, an incredible gravitational field disturbance erupted. Like an iron fist evenly striking all the Black Mist particles, in an instant, it knocked all the Black Mist out of the silver cocoon's gravitational range!
Ultimate Malicious Banishment Technique!
If it were a few seconds earlier, this cluster of Black Mist might have rejoiced. But at this moment, they could only feel despair. A colossal force 'gently' pushed them off their original trajectory, flying toward that beautiful, brilliant rainbow.
And then, there was no then.
On the other side, Joshua no longer had the energy to care about the fate of that Black Mist cluster. Using the gravitational slingshot effect, he used the black hole's gravity to accelerate his speed to an incredible fifteen percent of the speed of light—one must know, the mass of his main body was comparable to a planetary satellite. A super-dense star body of this mass flying at fifteen percent of the speed of light could pierce through even a star!
This silver cocoon, capable of piercing through a star, was flying toward that hexagonal teleportation gate from which new Black Mist was continuously emerging. All the Black Mist along the way frantically retreated and made way, spontaneously opening a clear path. At the same time, the teleportation gate was urgently closing.
But this action was too slow. Joshua had already crashed directly into it.
In the vacuum of space, there was no sound. But the violent space-time fluctuation could be clearly sensed even on the other side of the world. On World One, all the Legendary experts who had flown into space and were confronting the vast Black Mist cluster noticed this.
And the warrior had disappeared beyond the bounds of time and space.