Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes Chapter 205 -205-The Frustrated Fake God
As expected, the mont Kalthor was resurrected, his attitude toward Daniel took a sharp 180-degree turn.
But Daniel’s expression didn’t change at all. He simply posed a calm question.
"Can you tell why your kind seeks to destroy this world?"
Daniel’s reasoning was simple—he wanted to uncover the truth behind the arrival of the Millennium Apocalypse. So far, Kalthor was the only Apocalypse-class entity he had encountered who could actually speak and communicate. Naturally, Daniel wasn’t about to let this rare opportunity slip away.
Kalthor, however, looked montarily puzzled by the question. After a brief pause, he responded slowly.
"You don’t understand. The reason we were born... is to destroy this world. That is our inherent purpose—our divine mission."
"Destruction and New Life often go hand in hand. Our existence is not a mistake; it is part of the natural order."
Upon hearing this, Daniel ca to a grim realization.
When it ca to the Millennium Apocalypse, there was never any hope for negotiation. Whether humans or the other races, none of them could reason with these entities. Their very nature was built around annihilation—just like the Artists who had gone mad. Those beings lived entirely within their own twisted logic. Reason, compromise, or coexistence—none of that applied.
Suddenly, a strange clicking noise echoed in Kalthor’s mind. It sounded like the ticking of a clock.
He instinctively released his mind power to scan the surroundings.
To his shock, a massive capsule had appeared nearby, its surface smooth and unmarked. But under the probing of his mind power, Kalthor imdiately sensed what lay within.
A Primordial Core Weapon!
Kalthor’s expression darkened instantly.
He was no stranger to the Artists. In fact, he had once collaborated with them. So he recognized a Primordial Core Weapon at a glance.
But this raised a terrifying question—weren’t these weapons the pride of the Artists? What were they doing in Daniel’s hands?
And worse still, this wasn’t just a single weapon...
In a sudden jolt of horror, Kalthor realized that there were fifty Primordial Core Weapons floating around him!
On the other side, the Abyssal Emperor Malkar wasted no ti. The mont he sensed the array of weapons, he activated his royal authority and bolted.
He knew full well what kind of destruction those weapons were capable of. Staying here? That would be suicide.
At last, it all made sense to him—Daniel’s plan from the start.
Yes, Kalthor was incredibly powerful.
But in front of this madman—Daniel—even a godlike being had no hope of survival.
Fifty Primordial Core Weapons? Even an actual god would break into a cold sweat facing that.
"It’s ti we said goodbye," Daniel said with a harmless smile. He looked at Kalthor and snapped his fingers.
That sunny, innocent smile drove Kalthor into a rage.
He had been fooled—tricked in the worst possible way.
Everything Daniel had said before, every word about cooperation and revival—it had all been a lie.
He had underestimated this so-called "insect" far too much.
"You damned ant!" Kalthor roared.
But before he could say more, the fifty Primordial Core Weapons detonated simultaneously.
A massive explosion erupted, unleashing a wave of destruction so vast it instantly shredded Kalthor’s newly restored body into thousands of pieces.
Kalthor was indeed strong—but being strong didn’t an invincible.
After all, he’d been killed once already a thousand years ago.
And under the combined force of fifty simultaneous Primordial Core Weapon detonations, his HP bar dropped to zero almost instantly.
However, just as Daniel was preparing to collect the soul...
An unexpected twist occurred.
Kalthor’s mangled remains suddenly began glowing with a dark aura. His entire body radiated with shadowy light—he had entered so kind of invulnerability state.
When he opened his eyes again, the hatred in his gaze could’ve incinerated mountains.
"You damned insect! Did you really think sothing like this could kill ? How naïve! Do you have any idea that I—"
Before he could finish his sentence, another fifty Primordial Core Weapons appeared around him.
Daniel had no intention of listening to his monologue. Instead, he calmly initiated another round of overwhelming bombardnt.
Kalthor’s mind went blank.
What?! Another fifty?
How does he have so many of them?!
These weren’t ordinary weapons. Even among the Artists, crafting a single one was a monuntal undertaking.
Had the Artists... allied with the humans?
That thought chilled Kalthor to his core.
He stood there frozen, unable to process what he was seeing. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t comprehend how this tiny human had gotten his hands on such a devastating arsenal.
But Daniel gave him no ti to think.
The Primordial Core Weapons detonated again. This ti even more violently. No delays, no breathing room—just relentless destruction.
The explosions shook the entire Abyss.
Elsewhere, inside his palace, Sarko sat trembling, muttering prayers under his breath.
"Great Lord Crossbridge, please protect ..."
For most ordinary Abyssal creatures, their HP had a hard cap. If even a fragnt of the explosion reached them, it could easily an instant death.
The terrifying roar of the detonations never stopped.
Daniel, anwhile, stood calmly at the edge of the battlefield, activating a skill: [Soul Drain].
It was a simple, unassuming ability he had picked up sowhere—it allowed him to harvest the soul of any being that died nearby.
And in the world of the myriad races...
The followers of Kalthor all saw a blindingly bright system ssage appear before them:
[Kalthor, Resurrection Ritual Complete]
[Kalthor has been successfully resurrected]
Upon seeing the ssage, the Favored—the devout believers of Kalthor—were instantly overwheld with joy.
"Oh, Great Life! You’ve finally returned! We are saved!"
As a powerful being, Kalthor had accumulated a vast number of followers. His resurrection filled them with renewed hope.
Especially in recent tis, as Daniel’s presence and growing power had cast a dark shadow over them.
Before the rise of the Infinite Divine Temple, these believers had thrived. Their faith in Kalthor had rapidly elevated their strength. Among awakeners of similar rank, they were often unmatched.
But now, everything had changed.
Those who followed the Infinite Divine Temple could crush them with ease.
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