Huff, huff, huff...
Tragic and magnificent, with battle intent soaring to the heavens—after the last batch of slave legions charged like moths into flame and were burned to ashes by King Aibadon's furnace, a thunderous boom rang out. Even this terrifying Purgatory Giant King had exhausted his strength. He could no longer even stand while shouldering the furnace, and could only brace himself against it as he knelt on one knee, gazing up at the sky.
Beneath the seven-colored curtain of light of the Fate Lever, the sky above Aibadon's head stood empty. There was no one left!
Likewise, among the many Purgatory Giant legions that had followed King Aibadon across worlds, not a single one remained. First they had fought the Evil God Pig-Wolf Legion, then faced wave after wave of slaves led by the masters of the Seven Ring True Spirit Wizard World. One after another, they had ultimately destroyed the renowned Purgatory Giant Legion led by King Aibadon.
He stood alone upon the earth, savoring a victory that would never end—unyielding, bearing alone the will-pressure of the endless Sovereign.
Filled with sorrow, King Aibadon of the Purgatory Giants remained as disdainfully proud as ever. Even before a dead end, even beneath the Sovereign's majesty, he still raised his head toward the heavens and unleashed the battle roar from the deepest depths of his heart!
"Roar! My name is Aibadon!"
His battle intent soared skyward, his will unmatched. Even the enormous face of the First Ring True Spirit Wizard gathered within the dark clouds could not help but be moved.
This fellow...
The First Ring True Spirit Wizard could not help casting a sidelong glance at the Seven Ring True Spirit Wizard.
As the inheritor of the Xiahe Civilization of this world cluster—a civilization that had once been