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1697 The Last Dance. V

"Fear now grips you?" Amun-Ra stated, devoid of emotion. "You were granted ample opportunities to reevaluate your confrontational stance... Fear, at this juncture, serves you no purpose."

Upon hearing this, Felix was forced to take a step back reflexively as his mind was working on overdrive to seek out the best path for survival.

He didn't even consider for a second that he had a chance at beating the third ruler...He wasn't that delusional.

With or without divinities at their disposal, the three rulers were on a different plane in terms of strength compared to the rest.

When Amun-Ra noticed that Felix was getting antsy, he uttered with a monotonous tone, "You don't have to worry, my child. Your ability to devour and ascend with unigin's cores is too vital for us...You will serve as a perfect divine soldier to get rid of those needless parasites."

'I would rather have you commit suicide than get caught by him.' Lilith uttered with a serious tone, 'They are more than able to turn you into a loyal puppet with a bit of heavy investment.'

Lilith understood that the three rulers wouldn't mind losing a great percentage of celestial energy if they managed to enslave Felix.

After all, he had just slayed and absorbed two unigins cores...When he ascended with them, they would be considered dead for real and their territories would be passed to other unigins.

If Felix took care of the rest in the same manner, the eternal kingdom would be under the three rulers and the three upper celestial unigins forever.

The three rulers hoped for Felix to handle this on his own, but he soon made them regret this decision after he switched his target to them.

Now, they would do the right thing and put him under their leash once and for all.

"When we are done with you, your collection of cores will be of great assistance in our second attempt at breaking the universe's heart."

With the calm and deliberate grace that only a deity of his standing could embody, Amun-Ra lifted his Was scepter a few inches above the ground.

The scepter, an embodiment of his dominion over creation and the unyielding force of his will hovered momentarily in the air as if the very cosmos paused in anticipation.

"For that, this realm has to disappear first."

filled with purpose, Amun-Ra tapped the

it carried the weight of eons, the authority of a god who had shaped worlds and commanded the forces of life and

Instantly, the dreamrealm responded.

RUUUUUMMBLE!!!

bent according to the whims of its inhabitants, now trembled as if caught in

sending ripples across the landscape that grew into violent quakes, unsettling the very foundation of this place beyond places. The air vibrated with the force of the impact, carrying the

that stretched into infinity, adorned with the dreams and nightmares of countless beings, began to

its expanse, a visual

ruptures in the very essence of the dreamrealm, threatening to unravel the fabric that held this place

'Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!'

heart was assaulted directly after realizing that the dreamrealm wouldn't be able to resist too many of

destroyed, he understood that

a ruler with his ability to tap into his celestial energy freely was a

need a cover

clones and bring them here to assist

down his spine after realizing that his three duplicates in outer space

registered in his mind, he felt like he was watching the wrath of a god for the first

clones, each one a towering presence that dwarfed even the grandest celestial bodies,

but those who did were left with narrowed pupils and

off...The three rulers have gotten serious at last." Aeolus commentated with a

with a single, fluid motion that spanned the distance between thought and action, the second ruler

precision that defied comprehension, tracing a straight line through

heads of the three duplicates were cleaved from their

seemed to freeze, holding the heads aloft in a silent tableau of divine judgment executed with

began their slow, silent drift

second ruler returned to her seat and extended her hand to help out the first ruler

replaying the same scenes in his mind, having no clue where the blade came

back as a

be dead if

sweat drop manifested on his forehead, a bodily reaction he had almost forgotten about after his second ascension...If he had any delusions before,