A sense of pathos and despair at being fooled by Fate welled up in Emperor Augustus's heart. At the same time, he was shocked by the Lord of Endless before him and by the rapid progress of his power, as well as a fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.
From the very beginning, the Lord of Endless needed to merge with the Lord of Ice Origin, and after their souls were fused into the Ice and Fire Divine Soul, he still needed to rely on the power of the Flame Frost Continent to barely force himself, whose power had been largely diverted by the Astral Realm Judgment Thunder, out of the Flame Frost Continent.
Later, even when his main body was facing off against the God of War of the Astral Realm, Dax, and the God of Death, Tanasi, the Lord of Endless was still able to spare a portion of his mental will to evolve into the Flame Frost Body to suppress him. At that time, Emperor Augustus realized that he would probably be suppressed by this young man indefinitely and would have little chance of turning the tables.
And now, even though he has recovered most of his strength, he is still so easily suppressed, losing all power to resist, and is at the mercy of the Lord of Endless.
How long has it been?!
How could his abilities have improved and leaped so dramatically in such a short period of time?
Emperor Augustus truly did not understand.
The unknown breeds fear.
Fear of Lancelot, the Lord of Endless.
It gradually won over the heart of Emperor Augustus.
And ultimately, he became the perfect catalyst for Lancelot to completely transform him into the God of Destruction.
A massive amount of memory fragments were forcibly extracted and stripped away by the silver-gray light, flying out from Emperor Augustus's body and condensing in the air into a dark golden "river of memories" that roared and struggled continuously. The river was filled with the golden light of glory, but also flowed with the Black Blood of sin.
"Glory and sin are the foundation of your soul, but not the core of your Destruction nature." Lancelot clenched his left hand, compressing and refining the river of memories, ultimately transforming it into a dark golden gem that floated to the side. "They will become the 'historical foundation' of the Destruction divine authority."
Augustus could clearly feel that the deepest core of his soul was being stirred.
That was his unwavering belief over countless years. "I am the will of Heaven! I am the law! Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish!"
This domineering will had long been integrated with Emperor Augustus's soul, flesh, and even every cell. But at this moment, the silver-gray light, like the most precise scalpel, began to cut and separate along some mysterious trajectory.
More importantly, there is a huge flaw in terms of mental and willpower.
Deep within the heart of Emperor Augustus, a towering figure emerged— Lancelot.
The face of the projection of the Lord of Endless still wore a cold and unfathomable smile, and his gaze was as dazzling as the midday sun.
Upon merely meeting his gaze, Emperor Augustus felt a powerful punch hurtling towards him, and he was utterly powerless to resist.
"Ughh...
The land of Augustus finally spoke, a agonizing roar as if the soul were being ripped apart alive, a cathartic outburst as the will of the soul crumbled and collapsed inch by inch.
Thick, dark red energy, almost tangible, surged from his seven orifices and every crevice of his armor. This energy tumbled and condensed in the air, transforming into a phantom of Augustus that was tens of millions of meters tall. The phantom was no longer in knight form, but a more essential existence composed of pure "dominance" and "desire to conquer." It roared to the sky, attempting to rebel.
At the same time, the previously still blood of war, the phantom of knights, and the shattered battle banners began to tremble violently, attempting to become active again and resist the stripping away.
"Suppression."
Lancelot only said two words.
Behind him, the Endless Divine Ring glowed slightly, projecting a pure white beam of light that enveloped Augustus's domineering will phantom and the entire knightly domain.
There was no fierce confrontation, no explosion of energy.
Wherever that white beam of light touched, all rebellious thoughts, restless energy, and chaotic laws Dissolution, submitted, and became calm, like snowflakes thrown into a scorching furnace.
The domineering will's phantom solidified, then began to melt, transforming into the purest "will essence," which flowed down.
In the realm of knights, all the manifestations of the Great Dao of Knights — the Blood Sea, the knights, the battle banners—are like faded oil paintings, their colors peeling away, ultimately transforming into a dark red torrent of "the essence of the knight," filled with destructive desires. Destruction power occupies the main part of it; this is Emperor Augustus's profound understanding of his own way of the knight.
Lancelot gestured with his right hand, and the two forces converged in his palm, intertwining and compressing to form a constantly pulsating dark red heart, its surface adorned with runes of conquest and Destruction.
"Your 'core power' lies in your Destruction and domineering will, and your unyielding and ruthless knightly essence." The Endless Divine Lord examined the heart. "They will drive the future God of Destruction to fight tirelessly and endlessly."
At this moment, Emperor Augustus's body was semi-transparent, and his internal structure could be clearly seen.
His Barbarian Soul Bloodline was glowing, a dark golden light flowing through his veins like Lava, containing Berserk power and an indomitable fighting spirit. His bones were the color of black iron, naturally engraved with battle patterns, and every muscle fiber was like a divine gold thread forged through countless hammer blows.
Inside his armor, the countless knightly battle spirits imprisoned within still wailed silently.
It was as if it were angrily rebuking him for abandoning his chivalrous ways and all his beliefs.
"Your physical body is the best vessel to bear Destruction. Your armor is the perfect cage to bind and guide Destruction." Lancelot formed a hand seal that was so complex it surpassed the comprehension of even True God.
"Stripping away flesh and blood to forge the foundation, battle spirit transforms into patterns!"
Buzz--
Emperor Augustus's enormous body began to disintegrate inch by inch, starting from his feet.
It's not a collapse, but a precise, particle-level disassembly and reassembly.
Flesh and blood are transformed into the purest flow of life energy, and the savage soul characteristics contained within are extracted separately.
The bones were melted down into a black divine bone substrate.
The armor was stripped off, and the battle spirits of millions of knights were released, but they did not dissipate. Instead, they were enveloped by a silver-gray light, wailing as they were woven and imprinted into the emerging new structure.
The "Spear of Order" and the "Deathbringer Greatsword" also melted together, with the sword becoming the conduit for the Law of Destruction and the spear becoming the energy hub for the Destruction of divine authority.
This process lasted for three days and three nights.
The dual energies of ice and fire on the Flame Frost Continent were continuously extracted as the "furnace fire" for refining. The strange phenomena in the sky never stopped; sometimes ten thousand swords hung in the air and rang out in unison, sometimes Blood Sea surged up the sky, and sometimes the cries of billions of battle souls echoed throughout the universe.
Throughout the entire Flame Frost Continent, all living beings could feel the terrifying aura of "Destruction" being forged, growing stronger and more solidified day by day.
Many powerful figures who had once wanted to cause trouble while Lancelot was away from the Flame Frost Continent were now like wilted eggplants or birds shivering in the face of winter snow, their heads tucked in and trembling.
They dared not make the slightest sound, for fear of being noticed by the supreme God King in the sky, which would then bring about a Destruction storm.
On the fourth day at dawn, as the first rays of sunlight shone on the Flame Frost Continent, the process of devouring and refining Emperor Augustus entered its final stage.
Lancelot hovered in the air. Before him, the Knight True Body of the Augustus land was no longer there, but only a ball of energy with a diameter of more than a kilometer that was constantly changing shape.
Inside the energy cluster, the dark golden "historical heritage" gemstone had melted, transforming into countless tiny runes that were imprinted on the core of the energy cluster.
The dark red "heart of the furnace" was beating powerfully, each beat releasing a Destruction wave that shook the very space.
The black bone substrate forms the most basic framework.
Billions of battle spirits were woven into a complex network of divine runes, covering the surface of the frame.
The laws of Law of Destruction spread like nerves.
The essence of the Barbarian Soul Bloodline flows within it, providing the most primal vitality and resilience.
"Now," Lancelot took a deep breath, the first time in three days he had shown any sign of seriousness, "I bestow upon you 'divine office,' establish your 'divine authority,' and anchor you to the position of Pillar God in my Endless Pantheon."
Lancelot slowly opened his arms, and behind him, Endless Divine Ring shone brightly at the same time!
"Augustus, the God of Destruction, return to your throne!!"
The Endless Divine Ring projected twelve beams of light of different colors, representing the blessings and constraints of the twelve core laws.
Within the Divine Ring of Power, over five hundred divine souls associated with "Termination," "Destruction," "War," and "Corruption" were activated, their power extracted and injected into the energy cluster.
The Endless Divine Ring spun rapidly, providing almost Infinity details and conceptual support for the laws.
Lancelot opened his mouth, and each word transformed into golden, tangible divine runes, imprinting themselves into the energy cluster. "In the name of the Lord of Endless, King of Gods, I hereby forge the God of Destruction, Augustus!"
"Your divine duty: to oversee the end of all things, guide the orderly collapse, clear obstacles for Samsara, and facilitate metabolism!"
"Your divine authority: the manifestation of the Law of Destruction, capable of shattering matter, breaking energy, severing laws, and obliterating concepts!"
"Your bond is this: Destruction must have its limits, the end is the beginning of new life. You are one of the two Pillar God of my Endless Pantheon, forever guarding the throne of Destruction!"
Rumble rumble rumble--!!!
The energy cluster began to spin, contract, and reshape wildly!
The Flame Frost Continent trembled, the sky tore apart, and the laws of the entire continent were subtly adjusting to make room for this newly born "Pillar God".
The light grew stronger and stronger, eventually transforming into a dark golden pillar of light that shot into the sky, piercing through heaven and earth and lingering for a long time.
As the light gradually faded.
What appeared before Lancelot was a completely new being.
He is about 2.5 meters tall, with a perfect physique, well-developed muscles, and a combination of strength and agility.
His pale yellow skin had a dark golden metallic texture, and faint blood-red patterns flowed across its surface—divine runes formed from the battle spirits of countless knights.
The face of the God of Destruction retains seven-tenths of the features of Emperor Augustus, but is more stern and sacred, with the domineering air between his brows transforming into an unquestionable aura of Destruction.
His eyes were two slowly rotating dark red vortexes, gazing at everything, and everything seemed to crumble.
His hair was jet black, like solidified shadows, with tiny spatial cracks appearing and disappearing at the ends.
No longer wearing heavy armor, he was covered by a layer of flowing black substance, which sometimes resembled mist and sometimes condensed into hideous armor plates. The surface of the armor plates constantly displayed bas-relief phantoms of millions of knights in battle—the fusion of countless knightly spirits and battle souls devoured by Emperor Augustus.
Like the God of Creation, Aiona, the God of Destruction, Augustus, also had three dark golden halos floating behind him:
The three rings are: the Ring of the End, which is composed of the Law of Destruction itself; the middle ring, the Ring of War, in which countless miniature battlefields evolve; and the outer ring, the Ring of Samsara, which displays the new life that sprouts after Destruction.
In the hands of Augustus, the God of Destruction, wielded a dark gold longsword about two meters long. The blade was no longer pale, but rather like condensed darkness. A calmly pulsating dark red gem was inlaid in the hilt, and wherever the blade slashed, it left behind lasting traces of "spatial decay."
This greatsword was formed from the "Scepter of the End," a trophy obtained from the God of Death, and contains the power of Destruction and death.
As one of the "Twelve Principal Gods," the God of Death is not yet qualified to possess this Peak Supreme God, nor can he unleash its power.
Augustus, who transformed into the God of Destruction, was different. His strength was largely preserved, and he was already between Tier Three Supreme God and Tier Four Supreme God. If he had the Scepter of the End in his hand, he would definitely possess the combat power of Tier Four Supreme God.
The God of Creation, Aiona, is slightly weaker, but not by much.
After transforming into the God of Destruction, Augustus's original suffocating and domineering aura was replaced by a deeper and more essential aura of "Termination".
It was as if he stood there, and everything would spontaneously move toward its "end," but this Termination was not purely terrifying; it contained a sense of "inevitability" and "order" —Destruction was for a better rebirth.
He and Aiona stood together like the two polarities of Tai Chi, or the two poles of the Flame Frost Continent, opposing each other yet transforming into one another.
Finally, Augustus, the God of Destruction, slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Lancelot, knelt on one knee, and thrust his longsword upside down into the Void in front of him.
"My lord," his voice was deep and calm, yet carried an echo that made the stars tremble, "Augustus, God of Destruction, await your command. My divine authority, divine office, and existence itself are all part of your Endless Divine Body, an extension of your will, and the wielder of the 'final' link in the cosmic cycle."
Lancelot looked at him and nodded slightly.
He could sense that the structure of the Endless Divine Body had undergone subtle changes; the two Pillar God positions, which had been empty, were now being filled simultaneously.
A wonderful balance was achieved.
Within the Throne of Destruction and Creation flows pure and orderly Divine Power. Standing at the highest point of the Endless Star Sea, it overlooks the vast galaxy, with countless Particle Gods residing below it.