[Strength +1, Agility +0.5, Defense +1]
[Strength +2, Agility +1.5, Defense +3]
[Strength +1... ]
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Aengus stood amidst the destruction, absorbing the essence of annihilation to bolster his strength through Omni-Devour.
The colossal axe shrank back into its sword form and returned to its sheath after obliterating all the warships.
As the absorption completed, Aengus turned his gaze toward the frustrated and enraged Transcendentals on the opposing side.
There were at least twenty of them—a formidable number in any sense—but they seemed hesitant to approach after witnessing such an overwhelming display of power.
Aengus surmised they were likely waiting for reinforcements, probably more allied Imperial forces.
"If you're done waiting for help, shall we begin our battle?" Aengus taunted, mocking their reluctance.
His words struck a nerve, and some of the Transcendentals visibly bristled with rage.
"No, no. Not now... Wait a few seconds, please!" one of them suddenly pleaded, his tone shamelessly desperate.
Several of his companions touched their foreheads in embarrassment, ashamed of his groveling.
Aengus was amused by the scene but knew he couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Aengus
whooshed
, instantly appearing beside one of the Transcendentals. His hand shot out, clutching the enemy's throat and rendering them immobile. The sheer terror of death reflected in the man's wide eyes as he faced Aengus' emotionless gaze up close.
"Spare—"
Before he could finish pleading, a black hole formed above his head, and he was instantly devoured.
"For Liberation!"
"For Peace!"
"For Emperor Zero!"
The Liberation Empire was riding a wave of high spirits, their morale soaring as they pressed their advantage.
In stark contrast, the Kairos Imperial Army faltered with every moment, their numbers dwindling and despair spreading through their ranks like wildfire.
"So that's the power of the Rebel Emperor? He is indeed a gluttonous one. But who is that girl?"
From afar, at the edge of the battlefield, an old elf muttered in astonishment and puzzlement.
Beside him stood another elf—a middle-aged man with a regal demeanor. He observed the clash between the two empires with equal interest.
Strangely, their forms flickered between tangible and intangible, as if they weren't truly present in the vicinity of the battlefield, yet their gaze pierced through every corner of the chaos.
Even Aengus, with his heightened senses and extraordinary abilities, failed to detect their prying eyes on the battlefield.
The middle-aged elf, dressed in royal attire, answered the old man's musings with a sly tone. "Perhaps she is his life partner. Shall we take her away to ensure the Rebel Emperor's obedience to the Demi-Human Empire, Your Imperial Majesty?"
The old elf, revealed as the Emperor of the Demi-Human Empire, stroked his long silver beard thoughtfully, his piercing golden eyes glinting with calculation.
"An interesting suggestion," he murmured, stroking his beard. "But let us wait. Observe her power closely. Her aura feels extraordinarily pure—perhaps even purer than that of our Mother Tree."
The middle-aged elf, Rindel, nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, Your Imperial Majesty. This lady seems to possess a lineage of remarkable purity. If she could establish a connection with our Mother Tree in Amariel's absence, it would be a boon beyond measure."
The Old Emperor's eyes narrowed with intrigue, but he soon shifted his focus. "By the way, Rindel, how did Emperor Kairos respond to our proposal for an alliance? Did he seek our help to deal with this Rebel Emperor?"
Rindel shook his head. "No, Your Imperial Majesty. He is far too arrogant. He insisted that he doesn't need our help and claimed he would deal with the Rebel Emperor personally."
The Old Emperor's expression darkened, his displeasure evident. "Foolishness! These young rulers do not understand the burden of proper governance. Arrogance blinds them to reason."
He paused, a glimmer of disdain in his eyes. "Very well. Let us watch and see how Emperor Kairos handles this foe. It will be an instructive lesson in the folly of pride."
"Haha..." Rindel smirked faintly. "Perhaps when the dust settles, he will regret underestimating us, Your Imperial Majesty."
The Old Emperor gave a curt nod, his attention returning to the battlefield.