Neos had little interest in the internal conflicts and farces of humanity in this world.
If Hua Wei had not said that the Space Stone here would benefit Neos's future construction of a divine form, he might not have spared this place a single glance.
With Hua Wei absent, the former human Emperor was somewhat more tolerant of humans, so long as they did not cross his bottom line.
However, the existence of Chaos gods was an absolute taboo that could never be touched!
Having lived for ten thousand years beneath the shadow of the Warp's Chaos gods and their minions, witnessing countless human worlds wail amid corruption and innumerable souls suffer eternal torment, Neos harbored an unforgettable hatred and murderous intent toward any so-called "deity" that sought to devour or toy with human souls.
This had nothing to do with differences between universes. It was a creed etched into the core of his existence.
He casually tossed the Tesseract in his hand, its light already withdrawn after being fully analyzed, to Ancient One behind him, as though he were throwing away not a cosmic treasure but an insignificant tool.
Then his gaze returned to Mephisto, who was trying to maintain his elegance but had already gone rigid as a statue.
Neos stepped forward, his stride steady, each step seeming to land upon Mephisto's heart.
Under the crushing pressure of that will, as vast as a sea of stars and as heavy as the history of an entire race, Mephisto's painstakingly crafted avatar could not even move a finger.
His handsome face twisted as he tried to force out an expression fit for negotiation, only to discover that even the fluctuations of his soul had been completely locked down.
What made his soul tremble even more was that, deep within