Maxwell himself had always been an unrecognized "yokai" of nature, with no true form of his own. He relied entirely on the Third Perpetual Motion Engine to continuously create a physical body through an endless supply of energy, allowing him to exist in this world.
This was the origin of Maxwell's immortality, and also the reason he could reach the divine level (Four-digit), attainable only by the strongest species and heroic champions.
"Now this is an unexpected development."
Buried deep beneath the ruins, surrounded by broken stones and splintered wood, Maxwell crawled out of the wreckage. His coat was tattered, and his handsome face was covered in blood. Injuries that should have been instantly repaired with his power were left untreated, because he had no mind to deal with them now.
He glanced at the war god in the distance, then fixed his cold gaze on Kalki, who had taken the banner of the Arcadia Grand Alliance.
Kalki had betrayed them, defecting to the side of the war god, who had deep ties to the Sun Runner White Night Yaksha and the ruler of the Twelve Devas.
"Your Highness, you should know that you will have to pay the price for this."
Covered in dust and grime, Maxwell spoke coldly to the man who had betrayed the Demon King Alliance.
"Compared to being a disposable white glove for others, I think rebelling against evil suits my status better."
The young man blessed with the fate of a savior spoke with a smile. With his subordinates' safety sufficiently guaranteed, why would he continue working for the upper ranks of the Demon King Alliance?
"Rather than worrying about the consequences of Kalki betraying the Demon King Alliance, shouldn't you think carefully about your own fate?"
The war god, a golden sword having