"Th-this..."
Cold sweat trickled down the foreheads of the survivors. Almost the entire sky was filled by that face.
The enormous figure blotted out the clouds and sky. Just looking at it was enough to make them feel oppressed.
The apocalyptic scene was horrifying in every way.
"Gyahahahaha~"
"Gaia!"
Golden Lion's face darkened. He drew Cherry Ten and Withered Wood from his waist.
That humanoid mass of multicolored mist was looking at him.
"Shiki, join the Richest Group. This Emperor will give you a position of authority."
Chaos rose into the air and looked at Golden Lion, deciding to recruit him.
Golden Lion was old, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He could keep going for a few more years, and would make a decent fighter.
"You've taken that step and become a god, too?"
Golden Lion didn't answer Chaos's offer. Instead, he asked a question.
That could also be considered an answer.
He was Golden Lion.
How could he possibly submit to someone else?
"Kill yourself."
Some of the multicolored mist on Chaos's face dissipated, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes. He looked past Golden Lion at Horned Nasal King, Empress Kehila, Strong Man, and the other fleet captains.
The supreme command burrowed deep into their souls.
"Gheh heh heh heh~"
The weakest of them, Lone Wolf Spand, raised a trembling hand, his face full of terror. He extended his gleaming claws and slashed his own throat. Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Spand had lived a long life. The first time he met Gild Tesoro had been on the Sabaody Archipelago. Back then, he'd even made the Golden Emperor spit blood—his finest hour.
He'd survived one major incident after another.
He could be called the longest-lived, luckiest cannon fodder around.
Now his story had