Supremacy Games

1375 The Day of Judgement. II

The moment Queen Ai did as he ordered, the entire universe was turned into a platform for Manananggal's execution.

Besides the private streams, all screens across the UVR and the real world began showing Felix and the disturbing husk of Manananggal, kneeling in front of him.

Felix used his illusion domain to create the perfect execution stage in outer space. It was a bloody throne and Manananggal was chained to it, making everyone

questing what their eyes were feeding them.

[What's the grand supreme doing? And who is that skeleton?]

[Wow, is that really an execution stage? What did that poor thing do to anger our lord?]

[Landlord!! I love you!!]

The stream chats across the entire universe were packed with mixed comments, but the majority were focusing on the identity of Manananggal.

In fact, even if Manananggal wasn't looking like a zombie, almost everyone would still not recognize him as primogenitors' identities were kept secret at all costs.

But, the same reaction didn't occur in the primogenitors and the inner circle councils.

"What the...ls that really Malia?" Kumiho covered her mouth in shock.

"They actually caught him? What have they done to him? Why didn't he kill himself already?" Erebus fixed his posture into a serious one.

He knew that Manananggal was an irritating opponent due to his ability to blow his soul and start fresh again, and no one could take it away from him.

Yet, here he was, before all of his peers and the mortals he despised, appearing as worthless as a fugitive living in a sewer.

"Looks like the grand supreme is finally going to get his revenge...Though, doesn't he know that killing him will be doing him a favor? It can't be.." King Treznor commentated as he watched the stream with the rest of the inner circle leaders.

"Maybe he is doing this to humiliate him?"

"Most likely. "

inner circle leaders nodded in

deep and steady, echoed not just within the chamber but in countless homes, taverns,and

point in my

image of Manananggal, his frail body barely visible in

to a hollow shell, his grim image a stark contrast to

spelled doom, death, and despair

words painting a chilling picture

lives, and most importantly, the start of the war between the void nation and the three allied races, which almost ended with their

heard the last part, shivers coursed down their

fetuses? Even the most hardcore of them all couldn't help but feel their hearts set

"BASTARD!!"

was being soiled in public and before no other than petty mortals and their

curse him as much as he wants as long

this way than seek plans to rescue

knew that even if they wanted to rescue him right now, it would be impossible without Lord

the void realm and they had no

they could only sit tight and watch the

not be denied. Let his downfall serve as a stern reminder that no one, not even

and the bracelet zoomed in on the figure of Manananggal, capturing every twitch, every shudder

finally awakened him from his everlasting nightmare as he did not want to execute him without him knowing

opened his eyes slowly, the darkins, the primogenitors, and even the inner circle leaders

"Is he crazy?"

at the first

is he

that the instant Manananggal regain his consciousness, he

happened next

open to reveal dilated pupils that darted frantically

I? Is this another new cycle? What else did he

sense of horror coursing through him...His surroundings were unfamiliar while

he actually felt relieved...Relieved that his imprisoner had finally decided to show up. But,

you show up? Are