Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Chapter 422 A War To Make History

From where Aengus had just stood; he was nowhere to be seen.

He had vanished without a trace.

This wasn't Space Law, nor was it some mere stealth technique. This was something far beyond their understanding.@@@@

"Where did he go?" one of the Black Hole Dominators muttered, scanning the void with narrowed eyes.

Despite their immense perception, despite their mastery over laws, they couldn't sense him.

"Hah! I told you—he's just a rat! He ran away like a coward!"

A monstrous figure grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with malice as he turned his gaze toward the Kievan soldiers.

"No matter. If he's not here, we'll take our revenge on his pathetic subjects instead."

A dark, oppressive aura spread across the battlefield. Despair crept into the hearts of the Kievans.

Then—Suddenly

"RIPPLE."

The very fabric of space trembled. A strange, unnatural force distorted reality itself.

As the Black Hole Dominators turned their gazes upward, their souls froze.

Above them, staring down from the Void—

A single, massive eye had materialized.

An eye darker than the darkness itself.

Its sheer size rivaled entire star systems.

Slowly the full figure of the entity revealed Itself.

As the monstrous void-shrouded figure fully emerged, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

For the weaker beings, it was nothing but a flickering shadow. A vague presence that existed beyond their comprehension.

But for the powerful ones—the Black Hole Dominators—they saw it clearly.

A vast, infinite like entity.

The Monarch of Void.

The suffocating confidence the Dark Cultists once carried shattered.

"He... He has the Primordial Law of Void!"

A scream of pure panic echoed among them.

"This is bad! This is extremely bad!"

"Impossible! How can anyone wield the Law of Void? That's a power that predates even creation itself!"

"Just... Who is he?!"

The realization struck them harder than any battle ever could.

Even the Dark Sovereign's origin paled in comparison to what they now faced.

"What should we do?"

"What else?! He's coming for us! There's no room for negotiations—if we hesitate, we die!"

A grim silence ensued.

The very thought was unthinkable.

The Kievan soldiers, who had once harbored doubts, stood speechless at the revelation of their Emperor's true power.

How foolish they had been.

How blind.

To compare their mighty Emperor with those cowards.

He was not just an Emperor.

He was a God.

And from that moment on, they no longer followed him out of duty—They began to worship him.

As Aengus devoured his enemies, his strength and mana capacity soared, making him even more powerful.

At last, he stopped after devouring fifty or so Black Hole Dominators, while the others managed to escape by sheer luck.

Aengus wasn't satisfied for some this.

His level had risen to 9,000, bringing him one step closer to the next rank—if such a rank even existed.

From what he knew so far, Black Hole Powerhouses were the peak of the Primal Realm.

Beyond that, he had no knowledge yet.

Yet, something told him otherwise.

There was a possibility that beings beyond Black Hole still existed, hidden from the world of the living.

For powerhouses of their caliber, an ordinary life would become meaningless—boring.

Or perhaps, somewhere in the vast unknown, they were striving for power beyond their ranks.

Who knew?

That's why Aengus was not satisfied.

He needed more. More resources. More strength.

And where would he find such a rich, concentrated source of Darkness Essence other than the Dark Region.

The very domain where evil thrived.

Here, he could go on devour everything—without hesitation.

Without sympathy. Without remorse.

So he did.

In his human form, Aengus stood before the Primals and Kievans, his presence commanding absolute attention.

"Brave warriors of Kievan, today, they have fled. But we shall not stop here—not until we erase their traces completely.

Today, we will make history.

We shall erase the Dark Region from the face of the Primal Realm.

We will be heroes, and your names shall be etched in history.

So we must continue our march!"

Aengus declared, his voice echoing with unwavering authority, ignoring the fanatic, worshipful gazes of his soldiers.

"Your wish is our command, Emperor! We serve to please!"

Their resolute voices echoed with thunderous unison, their spirits soaring at the prospect of waging a historic war.