Samael Astreas rubbed his thumb with the index finger, causing sparks of divine power between the two.
That divine power was enough to destroy every single warrior inside Lionar galaxy at this mont.
But he didn't make a move. If he had to move in person for a re satellite galaxy, then he wouldn't need to head a faction, representing a third of the Empire.
"Hector, what a disappointing end. You let down." The Prince shook his head, his eyes as cold and indifferent as ever, but there was an glint of anger in them.
He grabbed into the void.
The remains of Hector Russ as well as the dead pseudo divine rankers which were present an entirely galaxy away were pulled in front of him.
With a flick of his finger, the foreign aura lingering in them was separated. It was unlike anything the prince had ever seen. And he had seen a lot.
"The powers of different paths is not due to treasures."
A smile ford on Samael's solemn face and he clenched his fist.
The space around the remains of the pseudo divines collapsed and they were reduced to the finest atomic particles.
The palace of the prince shook lightly at the exertion of power before it stabilized.
Instead of any solids, the structure was built out of multiple colors of light but mainly white and took more than a thousand years of hard labor from more than a million 9 celestial construction workers politely imported from Nexus.
No, it did not involve coercion of any kind and certainly not death threats to them personally or their families backho.
It's a fair, equitable, generous employnt sche for the unemployed youth.
The 7th Prince even had an appreciation certificate given by the employe union's chairman.
[My Lord, I have been wandering Nexus like a clueless fly all my life. It is you who recognized my tasteless life. Now, I can work 24x7x365. My body screams in joy, my soul is ecstatic and my mind, it is in a whole another dinsion.
My Lord, I wish I had 24 more hours everyday so I can work more. Alas, the cruel world wouldn't fulfill my wish.]
The chairman died a few days later…from overwork.
Clap! Clap!
Samael Astreas clapped lightly and the power of space brought a being from the other edge of the galaxy.
It was a hound. The striking thing about its appearance was its lava-like skin—patches of black and glowing red. It had no eyes, nose or mouth. However, there were crevices on its face through which the creature inhaled things from outside.
It was a puppy he picked up from a world of lava long ago. He threw a few bones to the creature and forgot about it.
Even he didn't expect it to reach divine rank. Of course, he didn't expect it to chew on the bones of divine rankers and survive.
Since then, the puppy had been used for so special purposes.
Samael picked up a bit of that man's aura and flicked his finger. The mass of aura was inhaled by the hound and it shook violently for a mont.
"Track."
At his order, the space around the hound distorted and it took a jump. Crossing an entire kingdom's length with a single leap, it sprinted away.
Samael remained seated in the star-studded throne which glittered white against its black background.
His eyes followed the hound, which exited Lionar, reached the borders of the Alliance and stopped in front of Pala kingdom.
It then circled round and round across a particular spot before breaking into the inner space and diving in.
Samael leaned forward from his throne and narrowed his eyes.
The hound navigated through the treacherous terrain of inner space with ease, as if it's a cozy backyard and started sniffing around.
Its racial talent made it one of the finest aura trackers of the cosmos. There was very little chance of the hound not finding the target.
The hound then proceeded to dig a tunnel, going even deeper into the inner space, inching towards a layer referred to as core space or final space. In the onion analogy of space, this would be the central most region.
The aura was thick and nearly solidified here.
Compared to the vast expanse of outer space and the great stretch of inner space, the core space was said to be tiny, only as big as a town.
The hound technically didn't break into the core space, it was still treading on the border between inner and final space.
Just a bit more and it'd be able to find the culprit.
Samael Astreas held his breath without realizing and waited.
And then—
Boom!
A powerful aura, beyond anything Samael could hope to resist, swept across the core space, its boundary with the inner space before it seeped into the inner space itself.
The hound, a low rank 1 divine beast, flailed helplessly as the storm of aura along with the winds of space-ti engulfed it.
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storm of aura along with the winds of space-ti engulfed it.
"God Emperor…"
Samael swallowed his saliva.
This was a fluctuation of aura from that man from far away. It was dampened by the thick mass of aura in the core space. Only a fraction of that aura reached the hound and yet, that was all it took to kill the creature effortlessly.
"Haa~"
Samael slumped in his throne and hung his head.
Then, he stiffened in his seat as a pair of eyes glowed from the deepest part of the final space.
"G-God Emperor!"
Those eyes glowed brighter than any stars in existence, containing within them wisdom unfathomable to even divine rankers.
Samael only glanced at those eyes for a mont before averting his gaze.
"I'll seal the core space for a while." His voice was deep, plain but suprely authoritative and intimidating. "When it opens, call the moths."
"Understood!" Samael tried his best to stop the quivering of his voice and failed.
Unlike when he prepared for days to et the Emperor, this sudden conversation was way more stressful and prone to mistakes.
"This will be the last ti anyway."
With a cryptic remark, the God Emperor's presence vanished.
"Last ti, but why?" Samael had no idea why a practice repeated for hundreds of millions of years would end with this ti. But he was not so foolish to question the wisdom of the God Emperor.
If he said sothing would happen, it would. Now the only thing he had to was to prepare for the inevitable.
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