"Hey, brother, did you see that? That guy is incredible! He destroyed everything; I think he’s even stronger than us! How can soone like that live in this desolate place? Brother, we have to bring him with us!!"
Aion kept talking with excitent after witnessing Jeremy’s battle, his voice brimming with a feverish enthusiasm that echoed through the Chronos’s sleek interior.
Kairos didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed on the boy’s figure.
In truth, the dark-haired Aleorian had other thoughts on his mind. He felt threatened by the boy’s power.
And from what they had seen earlier, that creature seed ruthless.
"Let’s wait a bit longer. Let’s observe and see how the situation evolves. If he’s already noticed us, then this guy is not to be taken lightly."
Kairos didn’t share his brother’s enthusiasm. He had a more cautious deanor.
"Alright, this ti we’ll do as you say," Aion replied with a nod. Despite their strength and all their precautions, they weren’t yet ready to face those at the apex of the galaxy.
---
"We’re here to forge an alliance. An alliance to take down the devils once and for all. This race is too sinful to exist," Kael-Zoryn said with a serious tone.
"Oh? And why should I join you?" Jeremy asked, his voice calm and gentle as always.
The Overlord frowned. He hadn’t expected a refusal.
"Well, let’s say you can’t win alone. You’re very strong, perhaps you could even take on. However..."
His voice grew quieter as he continued.
"However, you can’t do anything against the galaxy’s controller."
Jeremy’s gaze sharpened. He had always suspected the presence of soone stronger defending the galaxy from external forces.
"Oh? Well, then I might have to consider the idea," Jeremy replied with a feigned thoughtful air.
He wanted more information about it, but he knew that whatever this entity was, it could take him out with a flick of a finger. He couldn’t afford to make an enemy of this figure just yet.
Perhaps he’d have to wait until he beca a Nova Rank, or maybe an Eclipse.
Well, it was only a matter of ti, after all.
"As you well know, our race has prepared a full-scale assault against the devils precisely to bring down one of their most powerful Overlords. And from the information I have, I know for certain that Overlord Zorathar is dead."
’Along with his system,’ he added in his mind, observing the total destruction and carnage.
"Oh, I don’t doubt it," Jeremy replied, his tone ironic. "But Zorathar was just one. How many other Overlords do you have left to face? And how many of you will survive?"
Jeremy tilted his head, a smile painted on his face as he stared at Kael-Zoryn and Pro-Siut.
"As much as I need you, you need . Besides... I still feel like fighting."
’Especially them...’ the boy thought, watching his Aberrations within the domain, exulting and rejoicing over the victory just achieved.
Jordan, in particular... he seed like a raving lunatic! Well, maybe he was.
"If I may—" Pro-Siut’s faint voice echoed in the space as he spoke. "I can teleport us all directly to another battlefront."
Jeremy looked at the Diaphane with a scrutinizing gaze. He hadn’t expected such powerful teleportation abilities.
The most he could do, with Living Aegis at full power, was teleport within the boundaries of a system, not an entire galaxy.
"Then I’ll rely on you for this. Let’s go conquer all their systems." Jeremy’s expression was neutral, but deep down, he was feeling unbridled joy.
He’d have the chance to beco an Eclipse Rank sooner than expected.
After all, it only took a thought to reach Nova Rank. And honestly, he didn’t want to wait for Cambela to rank up.
Her enhancents had beco sowhat useless, no longer as effective as before.
To beco an Eclipse Rank, beyond leveling up, the requirent was to create an Authority, which could or could not be based on one’s own concept.
"Alright then, let’s go!"
And with those words, the trio set off to devastate another system of the devil race.
But were the Diaphanes doing the right thing by helping Jeremy beco stronger? Well, obviously not, but they had no idea.
---
In the Shadowrend system, a cluster of dark planets enveloped in clouds of incandescent plasma, the Shadowrend Clan had gathered its forces.
Leading them was Vyrakoth, an Eclipse Rank devil with skin black as obsidian, his horns twisting like vortexes of fla.
His Authority, Fla of Ruin, turned everything he touched into a living inferno.
On the other side, Lirien, an Eclipse Rank Diaphane, led a legion of prismatic warriors.
His Authority, Prism of Eternity, created barriers of light that reflected every attack, turning it into a weapon against the enemy.
Lirien and Vyrakoth had known each other for decades, since the dawn of this war between the two races. It was said that Vyrakoth had destroyed Lirien’s ho planet and all its inhabitants.
They were sworn enemies. Lirien would seize any opportunity to take out this devil.
"Vyrakoth!" roared Lirien, his voice cutting through the battlefield like a wave of light. "Today you’ll pay for every life you’ve taken!"
The devil laughed, the flas enveloping his body exploding in a wave of heat that lted the rocks beneath him. "Lirien, you say the sa thing every ti. Aren’t you tired? You’ve beco a laughingstock!"
But before the two could clash, a shadow materialized above the central planet of Velk’thar.
It was Jordan, Jeremy’s Aberration, his body a chaos of twisted flesh and bone, his eyes gleaming with pure madness.
Hidden in his shadow, as always, was Shady. It was her task to keep him in check.
With a roar that shook the atmosphere, Jordan launched himself at Vyrakoth, completely ignoring Lirien.
But was Jordan charging straight at an Eclipse Rank? Was he insane?
Not at all. After all, both he and the others had now reached Nova Rank, and for beings like them, fighting stronger enemies was the norm.
"Who dares?!" Vyrakoth shouted, summoning a vortex of flas to stop the Aberration. But Jordan, with his twisted mind, had no fear of pain or flas.
He turned pain into strength, absorbing the flas as if they were water. With a strike of his deford fist, he shattered the ground beneath Vyrakoth, forcing him to retreat.
"Overlord Vyrakoth!!" the voice of another devil rang out in the air. It was Zyra, a Nova Rank on the verge of becoming an Eclipse Rank. She was close to making the leap.
Lirien, seeing the opportunity, raised a hand, creating a prismatic barrier that trapped Zyra. "Not today, wretch," Lirien hissed. "Your master will fall, and you with him."
Zyra, trapped, growled, her fiery wings thrashing against the prison of light. "Lirien, you were pathetic then and you’re pathetic now! How dare you think you can stop , now that I’m so close to Eclipse Rank?"
But their clash was interrupted by an explosion of energy.
Hero, another of Jeremy’s Aberrations, had landed on the planet, his Osseoth Army marching like an unstoppable tide. Hero raised a hand, and every creature under his command glowed with a golden aura.
His "Stellar Skill: Skill Sharing" amplified their strength to unimaginable levels.
"Vyrakoth, Zyra," Hero said, his voice calm but laced with nace, its chilling tone reverberating like a death knell across the battlefield. "You’re powerful, but not enough. This system is already ours."
Vyrakoth growled, his flas intensifying. "You’re those monsters who destroyed the Ebonveil system! Damn you, I’m not weak; I won’t let you get away with this!"
But before he could act, Jordan struck again, a punch that blasted a crater the size of a city. Lirien, capitalizing on the chaos, launched a prismatic light spear at Vyrakoth, piercing his side. The devil scread but didn’t fall. Not yet.
---
anwhile, in the Bloodwrath system.
Another warfront burned. Here, the Bloodwrath Clan, led by the Eclipse Rank Korzath, a devil with claws that could tear through space itself, was opposing the Diaphanes. In fact, he was crushing them.
Korzath was a veteran, his body covered in scars that told of a thousand battles, each mark a testant to his brutal survival through countless wars.
His Authority, Bloodrend Dominion, allowed him to control the blood of his enemies, making it boil or explode within their bodies.
Facing him was Sylvara, an Eclipse Rank Diaphane. But there was no enmity between them; in fact... there was a secret love story!
The two had fallen in love at first sight decades ago. Sylvara was drawn to creatures with muscular bodies, marked by scars from long and furious battles, while Korzath was captivated by the harmony and carefree nature the Diaphane exuded.
Sylvara, with her Authority Starveil Harmony, could manipulate emotions, creating harmony among races. However, her feelings for the devil were genuine.
Their combat was more to avoid suspicion than anything else; their blows caused no real damage. Besides, they enjoyed role-playing.
"Sylvara," Korzath hissed, his body enveloped in an aura of congealed blood. "Did you think you could escape forever? Today, I’ll rip out your heart!"
Sylvara, her eyes shining like stars, raised a hand, summoning a veil of light that deflected a strike from Korzath’s claws. "I have no intention of escaping, devil! I’ve learned your fighting style; this clash will be your last. Korzath, today I’ll show you what it ans to face defeat!"
But their staged, calculated clash was interrupted by Drae’mon’s arrival. He had co alone, making full use of his Stellar Skill: Firstborn.
No one could match him on this battlefield!
Drae’mon moved like a shadow, so fast that even Korzath couldn’t track him. With a single strike, he severed one of the devil’s arms, blood spraying into space like a fountain.
"What the hell is happening?!" the devil shouted in panic.
"Korzath!" a desperate murmur followed the devil’s scream. Sylvara couldn’t believe her eyes! How could the mighty, strong devil lose an arm like that?! Her radiant form flickered with a mix of shock and anguish as she witnessed her beloved’s injury.
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