chap9，The Unstoppable Absolute Power
Chapter 9: The Unstoppable Absolute Power
The battlefield was already consumed by blood and fire.
Despite having slaughtered wave after wave of enemy forces, they continued pouring in endlessly, as if they were infinite.
They were not trying to win; they were trying to stall for time.
Because they knew.
If they failed to stop him here, he would reach the throne of the Dark Elf Queen.
He had already crossed thousands of kilometers, broken through one defensive line after another.
Thus, they threw everything they had—every warrior, every mage. They even called upon the strongest champions of other nations to block his path.
But it was all meaningless.
He was growing impatient.
In an instant, his aura erupted, a black storm swallowing the battlefield, engulfing the world itself.
The soldiers felt their knees buckle as an invisible force crushed their will. Their bodies refused to move. Even their courage shattered beneath his overwhelming presence.
Then—he moved.
A black lightning bolt tore through the battlefield, so fast that no one could even react.
Wherever he passed, the enemy forces disintegrated into dust. They could not scream. Their spells unraveled before they could be cast. Their swords crumbled before they could strike.
His goal was clear—straight for the Dark Elf Queen's elite army.
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The Strongest of This World
As he stepped into the borders of the Dark Elf Kingdom, new opponents blocked his way—not ordinary soldiers, but legends.
They were the pinnacle of this world, the heroes sung about across continents, the guardians of empires, the names even kings feared.
Cedric the Stormblade — The War God of the North. He wore silver wolf-fur armor and carried a colossal greatsword crackling with pure lightning. Each of his swings could split mountains. It was said that his lightning-infused sword could rival the gods themselves.
Sylvaine the Celestial — The Grand Sorceress of the Tower of Stars. Her purple robes were embroidered with ancient constellations. She was a master of every known spell, and legends claimed she could summon the stars themselves to annihilate entire continents.
Kael the Crimson Fang — A vampire duke, clad in a flowing black-and-red cloak that seemed to devour all light. His speed surpassed human limits, and his cursed dagger was rumored to devour souls, ensuring that his victims could never reincarnate.
Orin the Immovable — A giant of a warrior, his very presence shook the earth. His indestructible body had never been pierced by any blade, and in all recorded history, he had never once fallen.
They were not ordinary enemies.
They were the strongest warriors of this world. They were legends of empires. They were the untouchable peak.
But today, they would become nothing more than his stepping stones.
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Clashing Against the Strongest
"This is where you fall."
Cedric's voice was deep, rumbling like a storm. His lightning greatsword descended, unleashing a thunderous explosion that split the sky.
Above, Sylvaine's magic was complete—the sky cracked open.
A true celestial star began falling from the heavens, trailing a scorching inferno. It carried enough force to erase an entire kingdom from existence.
Kael had already vanished into a streak of crimson shadow, appearing right behind him—his dagger aimed at his heart, a strike even gods could not evade.
And Orin—he did not need to move.
He simply stood his ground, because he was the battlefield itself.
The land obeyed his will.
The earth cracked open. Mountains rose from nothingness.
A prison of unbreakable stone formed, sealing the entire space to bury him forever.
This battle should have shaken the world itself.
But he had no interest.
"You?"
He smirked. "Pathetic."
The next instant—he vanished.
Cedric's sword strike missed.
Before he could even react, a hand pressed against his chest—and lightning died.
The legendary sword that was said to rival the gods—lost all power.
Cedric's eyes widened in horror, but before he could even understand what had happened, his entire body shattered into dust.
Above, Sylvaine's celestial star descended, promising absolute destruction.
But—it did not land.
With a mere wave of his hand, the star reversed its course, tearing through space itself—
—and crashed straight into its own caster.
Sylvaine's pupils dilated. She couldn't even scream.
She was consumed by her own spell, erased from existence.
Kael's dagger was only an inch away from his heart—
But the next moment—his entire arm was severed.
The vampire gasped in disbelief, his rapid regeneration unable to keep up.
Before he could even process what happened, a hand grasped his skull—
BOOM.
Kael the Crimson Fang was crushed to nothingness.
Only Orin remained.
The man whose defense had never been breached.
But even he—fell.
With a single strike, his indestructible body shattered like fragile glass.
The battlefield fell silent.
The four strongest legends of this world—had been annihilated in mere seconds.
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Capturing the Dark Elf Queen
Now, nothing stood in his way.
He entered the royal palace—unchallenged.
Atop the throne, sat the Dark Elf Queen.
She was once the most feared ruler in this land. She commanded darkness, controlled death, and ruled one of the Ten Great Powers of the Westlands.
But now—her fingers trembled.
Because he was already standing before her.
No one saw how he entered. No one knew how he bypassed all barriers and wards.
One moment, he had been on the battlefield.
The next, he was in front of her.
She didn't even have time to react.
An invisible force bound her, rendering her motionless.
Her heart pounded wildly.
And for the first time in her entire life—her violet eyes reflected an emotion she had never experienced before.
Fear.
He chuckled, his fingers lifting her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Your army is gone. Your strongest warriors are dead. Your kingdom… is mine."
He leaned in slightly, a smirk curling his lips.
"Now then…" he whispered, "what should I do with you?"