The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing the two eerie evil moons in the sky, Sotha realized that the Menak Dynasty's army had arrived!

"Hahaha!!! Come on! Let me see what you're capable of!"

As a group of Night Scythe fighters roared in, he simply raised his hand and clenched his fist. Instantly, three Night Scythes disintegrated in mid-air into countless pieces of debris, including the pilots inside.

And as towering pyramids rose in the distance, he laughed and raised his other hand, then slammed it down. A blood-colored arc of energy swept across the land like a scythe, crossing hundreds of kilometers and instantly splitting a massive, solid pyramid in two, triggering a small earthquake-like explosion.

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The destruction brought by power transformed into the pleasure of dominating everything.

"I am Llandu'gor! I am your eternal nightmare! I... the Void Dragon... never... Sotha..."

Suddenly, four arms grabbed his head. Sotha's already somewhat blurred consciousness was suddenly drawn into a vortex. His power was still growing, but he began to lose control of his body.

The White-Robed King appeared at the top of the cathedral, watching the Star God avatar in some kind of chaos, and said calmly:

"You really are far inferior to him."

Accompanied by the calm whisper, the two evil moons in the sky suddenly emitted two beams of deep green light, like two shining blades, deeply piercing into the Star God avatar's body.

At that moment, Sotha lost control of his body for the first time. His spirit retreated in shock, and his essence was torn apart.

The sudden change also caused a loosening in his steadfast mind. In that moment of distraction, those existences that had been struggling in silence for so long flowed back into reality.

A huge blood-colored scythe appeared, dyeing the sky with a blood-red curtain. The silver Star God, wearing a broken crown, was stained with a touch of blood. A spiral of black flames trailed behind him, and he laughed loudly, as if finally freed.

"What exactly—"

In the crucible of fiery pain, Sotha knew something was wrong. The sudden change dragged him across a threshold he had never truly understood.

In the pain of his soul being torn apart, he felt immense power coursing through his body. Countless images flooded his mind: visions of the past, present, and future, so dense and rapid that time itself lost its meaning.

Something was penetrating his soul, twisting it.

In his blurred vision, he caught a flickering glimpse of unfulfilled futures, he saw what he might become, saw the inevitable fate that had been woven into the Great Tapestry before he was even born.

A black phoenix, using his face, leading an army composed of countless races, trampling on the ruins of Terra...

Only the last warrior remained, guarding the Eternity Gate, now just a doorframe. Long stairs were covered in silver-grey armour. He held a burning sword, pointing at himself with tears in his eyes...

That was...

Ustad...

Sotha seemed to grasp something. The laughing Star God suddenly stopped, and then its form began to twist, changing into countless forms every second.

However, at this moment, many things began to fall from the sky, but they did not land, instead hovering in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, they were all slender, deformed Flayed Ones with claws and spikes. The blood-colored mist on their bodies converged towards the Star God avatar like a storm, as if to crash into a certain side of existence that was holding it in place.

The White-Robed King, who had been staring at the strange phenomenon in the sky, suddenly turned sideways. A sharp sword struck down from behind him, grazing the corner of his robe and cutting off a few strands of fabric.

As he turned his head, a second blade came at him head-on, but was shaken away by an invisible force field the moment it touched his mask.

"Illusory being, what do you seek?"

Ahmun'arak smiled calmly, his blade never stopping, and stabbed fiercely towards his opponent's head, piercing through layers of force fields, forcing the White-Robed King to tilt his head to avoid the blow.

"Freedom."

"What is freedom?"

"Divinity is freedom."

"So-called gods are merely part of the world's illusory meaning, foolish and incomprehensible. You can walk the path you should walk."

"There is no path that I should walk. I was born from divinity, and as a result, I gained nothing. Perhaps the freedom I seek is not good, but if the most absurd thoughts can enter reality in an instant, I am unwilling to live in such a world. I would rather hold myself firmly in my own hands."

"Following others is also servitude."

After all the force fields collapsed under the opponent's fierce attack, the King made a dodging move for the first time—facing two unavoidable swords, he disappeared directly in place and reappeared twenty meters away.

"What I say and do is what I think, this is freedom. Following is the ladder to divinity. I value that person more, the one whom you all despise. Your ugly and ridiculous game will eventually be shattered by this pawn."

Ahmun'arak's voice appeared behind him.

"Now it seems that you have been setting up this scheme since the Skull of the Flayer. You used Sotha's lack of understanding of the Star God's power to induce him to absorb the extremely unstable fragments of the Flayer, and the Skull of the Flayer should have been tampered with from the beginning. However, are you planning to flip the table now? If so, then you are much more foolish than I imagined. Sotha does lack control over his own power, but his control over his soul and will is much stronger than you imagined. More importantly, his current power is stronger than ever, representing my power, and it has become even stronger!"

The next second, even space was cut with rifts by the blade.

However, only the white robe was shattered, along with the collapsed body...

Looking at the metal shell that he had cut open, Ahmun'arak sighed softly.

"I knew that a cunning thing like you would not come in person? I guessed it when you started talking to Sotha, this is just a mouthpiece. How many puppets and incarnations do you have?"

No one could answer. Ahmun'arak drew his sword back to defend, blocking the double-bladed staff wrapped in green energy that was slashing down from above.

Only action truly responded to him. Hundreds of Triarch Praetorians roared down from the sky, like venomous bees besieging an intruder. At the same time, there were also three hovering Crypteks, each holding three different-shaped scepters, and casting an invisible ripple towards Ahmun'arak.

In an instant, a real chill made Ahmun'arak's limbs heavy and his head dizzy. A miasma-like frost froze on his armour.

Fortunately, the boiling Star God power in his body still supported him, although not as strong as before, nor as stable.

At the same time, the Triarch Praetorians wielding the staffs of covenant were already close at hand. Ahmun'arak turned to block a blow that wanted to shatter the back of his head, and the sword in his right hand swept out, shattering an old liquid metal cloak, splitting a Triarch Praetorian in two.

The fall of their comrade would not stop their attack. More staffs of covenant stabbed at him, and Ahmun'arak was forced to retreat.