Meanwhile, screens of light appeared across the world, showing an incomprehensible scene.
Shattered planets became a series of stellar chains, held in the hand of a certain being.
When he lashed his whip at living beings, brutal murderous intent rose in their hearts. When he raised his hand toward the void, endless sounds of slaughter rang out within it.
The army stretching thousands of miles behind him seemed no more than a tattered cloak upon his body. Standing above the concept of humanity, yet below the standing of a god, he was an absolutely dangerous being-[War].
Fallen cities, shattered earth, a million corpses, and rivers of blood. Red blood soaked the floating, fractured continents, turning them into a mournful ribbon of death that wound through the pitch-black universe.
And behind that ribbon, the being standing atop countless corpses curled his lips.
"This scent is still so strong. I thought I would never smell anything so intense and bloody again in this lifetime. Heh, little girl, you don't look simple. What concepts are you a combination of?"
His icy gaze turned toward the bloodstained Weier.
"Speak."
At that single word, a freezing wind sharper than a blade roughly tore up Weier's hair, exposing a face that could not have been more ordinary.
Weier lifted the head in her hand and crushed Zhan Tu's skull into a mist of blood. The timidity faded from her face, leaving only furious murderous intent.
"Rumor has it that [War] pays no attention to the Lost Legion. It seems that rumor was false."
[War] swept his gaze across the blasted Star Domain, a flicker of excitement passing through his eyes.
"I'm not interested in them. After all, mindlessly inciting conflict and slaughter is nothing but disgusting. You're the one who drew me here this time."
"Ptooey!"