ocean-life Chapter 388 Continue To The Destination
Chapter 388 Continue To The Destination
"We're late," one of the ghostly figures muttered as they emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like mirages.
"But how did the rebel faction get the news before us?" another assassin questioned with confusion and frustration.
"It's not about being late. They outplayed us," one of the figures said darkly. "They deliberately delayed sending the news to Emperor Vansing. This was orchestrated. They knew we would arrive here... too late to do anything."
"What? Are we caught in a trap?" a younger assassin asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Panic started to ripple through the group as their confidence wavered. They scanned their surroundings, their higher senses on alert for any signs of danger.
Their worry is understandable.
Despite their formidable strength as Star Dominators and elite executioners under Emperor Vansing, they were acutely aware of the overwhelming power of the Five Ancient Protectors. Against such foes, even their collective might would crumble like sand in the wind.
"We need to retreat," one of the senior assassins commanded, his voice steady but urgent. "We underestimated the oposite faction, and if we stay here any longer, we might not make it back alive."
Reluctantly, the assassins were just about to dissolve into shadows for a swift retreat—if only things were so simple.
With a sudden, forceful pull from an overwhelming Space Law, they vanished from their original positions.
When they regained their footing, they found themselves standing in an unfamiliar yet regal chamber. Their horrified and astonished eyes locked onto a young man seated casually on a high-backed chair. His midnight-black eyes sparkled with intrigue and amusement. Surrounding him were the Five Ancient Protectors, who sat with an air of respect and quiet confidence.
It was Aengus, the True Heir.
"Heh, I'm surprised," one of the protectors chuckled. "The True Heir really managed to pull this off without even lifting a finger."Nôv(el)B\\jnn
The assassins flinched inwardly at his words, realizing he intended to turn them against their own master.
The Heir is truly cunning and vicious.
Hog's eyes gleamed with intrigue. "An excellent idea, my Emperor. But how will you achieve this? Do you perhaps possess another Law of Mind or Illusion?"
"Perhaps..." Aengus replied with a shrug, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Without elaborating further, he activated Qargath, the Blindseer of Eternal Damnation, a skill that allows him to manipulate the very essence of one's existence. Using this ability, he altered the core of the assassins' beings, severing their loyalty to Emperor Vansing and binding them entirely to himself. He even seeded a deep hatred for Vansing within their souls.
"Thank you, Master. For opening our eyes."
The 11 executioners knelt down instantly, their transition seamless, as if the events leading up to this moment had been nothing but a dream.
The sight left Hog and the other protectors even more impressed. Aengus' display of power and cunning made it clear why the Mark had chosen him as the rightful Emperor.
"Like this, won't he be able to enslave anyone with ease?" one of them whispered, astonished.
"Yes, indeed. He has surpassed my expectations," Hog nodded, his eyes gleaming with newfound hope and admiration.
Aengus smirked faintly but said nothing, his confidence evident in his calm demeanor. He then rose from his seat and declared loudly, "Alright then. Let's speed it up!"
His commanding voice resonated through every corner of the battleship.
Responding promptly, the ship's controllers adjusted its systems, pushing the Heaven-Class Battleship to its maximum speed. Within moments, it accelerated to a few light-years per second, a dazzling white streak cutting through the endless void of space.
The sheer speed and elegance of the ship were breathtaking, leaving trails of light behind as it traversed the Polaris Domain, steadily approaching its destination—the Imperial Continent of Kievan.