Green controlled the Death Angel as it circled the Titan Colossus in the air.
He could feel the guardian's consciousness weakening. With the obsessive conviction that had sustained him gone, his end was inevitable, and the battered Titan Colossus would become Green's prize.
Green looked down.
The explosion had laid bare the entrance to the Civilization Treasury, once hidden underground. Green had also seen General Ernest send Wengestair flying.
"Quite a move!" Green's voice came from beneath the Death Angel's visor, low and faintly muffled. "Mr. Wengestair."
"Who are you?" Wengestair did not seem particularly surprised. "A subordinate of that Undead emperor? Or... the emperor himself?"
Green was struck by Wengestair's keen insight. "You can call me Green," he said evenly. He had not answered outright, but it amounted to an admission.
Wengestair narrowed his eyes. He possessed only Legendary Rank strength, but his gifts were extraordinary and his mental power unusually strong. Had he been born in the Main World and given a little more time, he could easily have reached Calamity Rank before turning forty.
He could therefore sense that, powerful as the armored Angel before him was, his strength had not reached Calamity Rank.
Yet when the city-state first encountered the Undead, the guardian had stated with certainty that they had a Calamity Rank being. That was why the two sides had maintained an uneasy peace.
Wengestair guessed that this was not the true body of the mysterious powerhouse who commanded the vast Undead Empire, but some kind of avatar or stand-in.
Whatever he was, it no longer mattered. Wengestair had done everything he needed to do. The city-state had fallen, the Civilization Treasury had been opened, and the mission of carrying on the Legacy of civilization no longer existed. The surviving residents were finally free of