As people moved around after hearing of this mysterious crimson-haired with affiliation to the head of the Jade Dragon Association, the man in question had just received more than 90% of the earnings from what he sold. Now, with no more reason to stick around, he bid farewell to Aflon and his father.
He reassured them multiple times that Duke Ashford was highly unlikely to bother them anymore. After all, he had a much more pressing thievery matter to attend to. As he was hot on the trail of the thief, nothing else mattered to him.
He had to get back those King Crystals, no matter the cost!
Ultimately, the Duke's forces caught up to the culprit of the mass robbing of multiple Dukes. Of course, they only found him because he allowed himself to be found.
While out in the middle of a vast grassy clearing, a lone crimson-haired man stood like a sword's scabbard. As the wind whistled and violently blew the shrouding grass and trees, he stood there and locked eyes with a mighty force of hundreds of Immortal Kings and dozens of Immortal Emperors!
Each one was mightier than the last, and they were all glaring at a singular man as if the worst scourge to ever grace the face of the planet. From the furthest end of the imposing force, a broad-shouldered man with wild flowing hair materialized from thin air. His aura was so immense that even the particles in the atmosphere shriveled up and imploded into oblivion. Every step he took, the ground cracked and the earth trembled. All the other absurdly powerful personas made way for this man.
As this man appeared to the front of the group, the Immortal Emperors part of the front guard cordially moved out of the way and announced his noble name:
"We welcome the presence of the fourth general of the Azureflask Empire's Royal Military — Immortal General Razkar!"
OUNG!!!
The very essence of the world resonated in fear and awe at the announcement of this daunting name as his aura exploded outward in ferocity. Of those in his group, only a handful of the Immortal Emperors managed to maintain their composure. As Immortal General Razkar honed in on the highest-wanted level thief, his aura condensed and diverted its grandeur toward just him instead of everyone.
CRACK!!!
"You are quite fast," Azmodeus said coldly. "But unfortunately for you, you are nowhere near fast enough."
"!!!"
Razkar saw his target vanish right in front of him. His eyes darted around the area as he attempted to locate him, but it was to no avail. Then, as if his target were just playing with him, six piercing screams echoed out from among his forces. Razkar shifted his focus in their direction and saw six mangled heads fly up into the sky, leaving behind them a trail of blood.
Although enraged by this development, as the leader of this party, he had to keep his calm. After controlling his breathing, he bent low to the floor, completely ignoring the pleas for help coming from his companions.
As his long, jagged sword bent down beside him, the very air itself seemed to crackle and freeze over while zaps of electricity sparkled from his mouth.
{|Lightning Shift|}
[|1st Form: Holy Matrimonial Divide|]
BZZZzzzzttt!!!
The air caved in under the voltage emitted from Razkar and his sword as he blurred and shot forth like a zigzagging devil of destruction! He would let his blade taste blood—
"How pointless," a raspy voice uttered coldly as time seemed to freeze for Razkar and the other's. Everyone was sending out their own attacks at him; however, in the face of absolute strength, their numbers meant nothing.
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