After 1 minute 40 Seconds.
Aengus and Dimitri had already clashed hundreds times with their extreme speed.
Crack! Crack!
Up above the sky, there were spatial fissures everywhere, turning the sky into a chaotic mess. The sky was gloomy and artificial raindrops fell on the ground like cursed poison.
Under the fierce onslaught of Aengus, Dimitri quickly found himself bruised and severely injured.
“Is this how it feels when karma hits you?” Dimitri thought bitterly, remembering the sins he committed by murdering millions after arriving in this place.
He had never faced such a situation where he was forced into a corner by a brat. It felt like heaven was playing a joke on him.
Boom!
“Cough, Cough!”
Crashing to the ground with a loud shockwave, he spat out blood after being hit by Leviathan’s tail, as if he were nothing more than a fly. His flesh was torn and scratched, with death energy seeping into his fragile body bit by bit.
His health became severely low, but he laughed maniacally. “Hahahaha…”
“I, Dimitri Kievan, who ruled over 119 worlds for years, am now getting defeated by a brat… How ironic… It’s as if fate was never on my side from the beginning. First, the betrayal, then locked up in this cage, only to wait for years to be slain by a kid. This is just nonsense!” he shouted, his voice spreading far and wide.
His sorrowful words stirred everyone’s hearts—filled with despair and helplessness. The spectators from heard his resounding last words and felt sympathy for the man who was trying to kill them.
Their misunderstanding was justified as Aengus truly looked like a menace.
He looked up at the sky. “My love, it seems like my time has finally come. Forgive me for not being able to meet you one last time. And our child—”
He turned to Aengus’s monstrous form and said, “Kid, you win. Kill me and set me free. Just don’t do anything to my soul. If I can pass through the gate of Samsara, I want to meet my love once again. Please!” Dimitri begged, kneeling on the ground.
“For this favor, I will grant you this, boy of House Degaro.”
He produced a shiny white crest seemingly out of thin air. It was inscribed with unknown text, but looked far more extraordinary on the surface.
Aengus felt no sympathy for the man. It’s only because, Dimitri had lay his hand on his interest and the unknown pact to be fulfilled.
His massive form hovered over Dimitri, listening to what he had to say. He still had a few seconds before his Leviathan form would wear off. Though he didn’t show any weakness, Dimitri’s proposal was tempting. He wanted to hear what he had to offer.
“This is true key to my legacy. With it, you can become the true inheritor of the position of Emperor. This position is definitely far more beneficial for you than being one with a defected status in your family.”
“You would become the rightful Emperor of the Kievan Empire.”
Seeing the interest in Aengus’s eyes, Dimitri continued, his body barely holding on like fragile glass.
“But I have another condition: you must protect Empress Fiona, my first wife, and the child she should have probably given birth to by now.”
He looked melancholic at the mention of the child, his eyes reddening.
He looked at Aengus and asked for confirmation.
“Just say yes, boy. You will be the rightful heir. Money, fame, and resources will all be available to you. You will become far stronger than you are now.”
Aengus quickly contemplated the options and decided to agree.
He knew he would have to confront his past, which was slowly resurfacing in his mind. Considering the terrible conditions he had suffered at House Degaro, this was a far better option. Although there were risks involved, he believed he could get through them one step at a time.
This identity could be useful if he needed it in the future. Overall, he wasn’t losing on anything by agreeing.
Sooner or later, he would have to go to the Primal Realm, and he felt that time was approaching.
“Alright, I agree to both of your conditions. But if you lie, the consequences will be severe. I will slaughter your whole family and everyone involved if anything proves to be wrong!” he said ruthlessly.
“Cough! Cough! Boy, who do you think I am? Why would I lie at my death’s door? Here, take it. Please take care of my child. Tell them I loved them very much, and watch out for my friends. They… they… are—”
His words were cut off, his eyes turning lifeless all of a sudden.
As the shiny white crest merged onto Aengus’s right hand, the man died in loneliness, far away from his loved ones.
Aengus looked at the white crest in his hand, and somehow he could understand its significance now.
It bore the words “Bow,” “Kievan,” and “Emperor.”
“Bow Before the Emperor of Kievan.”
Such was the domineering meaning of those words.
They were specially inscribed runes crafted by Dimitri himself, and no one could replicate them.
Aengus turned to Dimitri’s soulless body and picked it up with his massive claws -it was still useful to him. If Dimitri had known what Aengus intended to do with his corpse, he would have died a second time, coughing blood from the sheer ruthlessness.
Who could be so merciless toward a fallen enemy?
Just as Aengus was about to retreat into the woods to revert from his Leviathan form, his gaze shifted to Sigard and the Dragonborne. A lingering score demanded settling. Sigard had harmed Aria and tried to kill him and his allies- now, it was time to pay the price.
Far in the distance, kilometers from the battlefield, Sigard and thousands of spectators murmured among themselves, fear creeping into their hearts as they watched the aftermath of the hero’s defeat.
“Hey, that demonic creature is looking at us… Will it kill us now?”
“Oh no! The hero is dead! Who will save us?”
Sigard, deep in conversation with Melina and Aurora, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. His gaze met the cold, indifferent eyes of the Leviathan.
“Ah… Why is it looking at me, Melina?” he asked, fear seeping into his voice.
Having witnessed the battle, Sigard knew he was no match for this monstrous creature. Even his father might not be able to save him now.
Before Melina could respond, Sigard was violently yanked through the air at breakneck speed, pulled by invisible forces.
“Ahh! Save me, Melina! Father!” he screamed, his voice drenched in desperation.
Wrapped in Aengus’s Death Strings, Sigard felt his life force slowly being drained, the cold grip of death closing in.
“Sigard, I’m coming!” Melina shouted, her voice frantic.
Without hesitation, Melina transformed into her regal Ice Dragon form, determined to rescue her lover.
Aurora, worried for her sister, followed closely behind.
But their efforts were in vain.
In a blink, both Aengus and Sigard vanished from sight, disappearing as if they had never been there.
Melina’s heart sank. She had seen it clearly-Sigard had been swarmed by the suffocating Death Energy.
That could only mean one thing: Sigard was already dead.
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