2126, Soul Reaper Sword's Civil War (Part 1)
Olegar was instantly enraged by Marka Ragnos's torrent of abuse. Ever since he had been corrupted by the Nerazim's hatred, reason had ceased to exist for him. Purple flames surged wildly around his body, with countless bolts of lightning even visible writhing within them!
He once again fired an incomparably powerful blast of energy at the Soul Reaper Sword. This time, his attack finally had an effect, and Marka Ragnos finally let out a pained howl.
Even as Marka Ragnos screamed, he continued cursing without pause. Or rather, ever since he had inexplicably locked horns with Olegar, that mouth of his had never stopped.
In this life—no, in either of his lives—Olegar had never been cursed at like this before. He was so furious that flames shot from his head—literally, because the purple flames around him truly kept surging along with his rage.
What infuriated him even more was that when he had previously tried to control the sword, their consciousnesses had communicated, allowing Marka Ragnos to learn some of his affairs. So when Marka Ragnos cursed him now, every insult was grounded in fact, ridiculing Olegar inside and out until he was nothing but a laughingstock.
To be honest, even now Olegar had no idea how he had offended this sharp-tongued bastard with no bottom line when it came to insults. Didn't he call himself some kind of emperor? Were all emperors in this universe so foul-mouthed?
After being cursed like that, Olegar naturally had no intention of enduring it any longer. He was now a Dark Archon formed from the fusion of three Dark Templar, and he felt more powerful than ever! That feeling from his hazy memories—that feeling of having everything under his control—had returned!
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