Chapter 395

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sharp metal screech instantly drowned out the clashing of the death shrouds and the Iron Fist squad's bursting-arrow gunfire.

Because the two OriginalBodies moved too fast, to both sides' troops they appeared as two mere afterimages; furthermore, every strike and every block they made produced a sound loud enough to kill a mortal, making the entire flagship tremble.

Just then…

"Rou!"

Storm Fang let out a piercing screech, slicing upward from the lower left at an extremely awkward angle and prying open the sickle's hilt.

"Dang! Clack! Clack!"

The high-speed spinning chain wildly chopped at the sickle's hilt.

"Hiss!!" With a grating metal screech that set the teeth on edge, Storm Fang slid upward along the hilt.

!!!

Seeing the chain about to strike his right hand, Motarrián hastily released his grip to dodge.

Yet that very move gave Rog an even greater advantage.

Rog simply increased his force, utterly flinging the sickle aside, forcing Motarrián's guard wide open; then he clenched his left fist and drove it straight into Motarrián's pus‑filled forehead.

This punch, infused with pure Spiritual Energy, shattered the Spiritual Energy barrier and defensive stance without hesitation, its force undiminished, causing the knuckles and forehead to collide seamlessly.

"Pfft!!" The pus‑filled sac burst.

"Splat!!" Pus sprayed everywhere.

"Ah!!" Immediately followed by a thick‑nasaled wail.

This punch not only shattered the barrier and stance, but also knocked Motarrián flat.

His bulky, swollen body kept flying backward, smashing through the death shrouds that blocked its path.

"Boom!!"

Finally, Motarrián slammed into the solid bulkhead, but he only stopped after denting the bulkhead.

"Eh…" Watching Motarrián's face plunge down, sprawled on the deck and groaning as he struggled, Rog couldn't help asking himself: "Was I perhaps using too much force just now?"

He and Motarrián clashed at least dozens of times in just nine seconds, thoroughly dominating the fight with utmost care; had he not been considering his father's order to capture him, Rog would have already cleaved Motarrián in two.

When the two OriginalBodies decided the victor, the troops' battle was also settled: the Iron Fist side crushed all the death shrouds.

Then Rog stepped up beside Motarrián and, using the now‑still‑spinning chain of Storm Fang, gave a light nudge to help his half‑brother—different father, different mother—roll over.

Seeing Motarrián's pus‑smeared face and his attempt to rise and fight again, Rog reactivated Storm Fang's chain, then…

"Vooom!! Szz…szzla!" The limbs were easily sliced by the high‑speed blades.

"Ah…!!" The thick‑nasaled wail sounded again.

It turned out Rog had imitated his eighth brother's method, using Storm Fang to dismember Motarrián into five parts, sawing off the rotted limbs and leaving only a bulky torso.

Furthermore, the Storm Fang, imbued with pure Spiritual Energy, inhibited wound healing and made Motarrián feel as if thousands of ants were crawling over and gnawing his torso inside and out, causing itch and excruciating pain; it seems the pure Spiritual Energy temporarily dispelled the Blessing of the evil god, after all his flesh had in fact become a mobile vermin nest.

Lowering his gaze at the writhing, wailing Motarrián, Rog waved his hand, signaling the troops to seal‑bind this Chaos OriginalBody, and couldn't help nodding in praise: "Well, I'll be damned, Angelong's stick‑prisoner method really works."

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…

Meanwhile, as Rog led the Iron Fist troops in a teleport, on the sun‑lit surface of Idiolos, the city's central square gathered hundreds of thousands of mortal faithful who worshiped Chaos.

These believers, unable to hear the evil god's whisper or feel the demon's granted power, dropped to their knees in panic, bowing with utmost devotion and perfect form toward the sky where skeletal meteors continually streaked, praying to regain the divine spirit's Blessing.

Suddenly!

The entire square was engulfed in a golden radiance.

To ordinary humans, it would feel merely warm, peaceful, and comfortable.

But for those who have abandoned personality and dignity, offering body, mind, and soul to the Chaos evil god, it brings unbearable agony…

"Ahhh! My eyes!"

"No! No! My lord!!"

After hearing only an extreme, helpless wail, that pack of wretches was instantly incinerated to ash, then blown away by the breeze released from the radiance.

Within moments the square was spotless, not a trace of filth left behind.

Once the radiance faded, three thousand black‑gold‑white‑haired guards, via a small‑scale Spiritual Energy transfer, arrived directly from the Indefatigable onto the square.

And the one who released this Spiritual Energy transfer was none other than Sui Bian, who had also arrived at the square.

At this moment, the center of the square…

"Thud, thud." The magnetic boots of the black‑gold armor emitted a rhythmic thud as they struck the tiles.

Sui Bian, helmet visor raised and sword of office at his waist, proceeded straight through the passageway cleared by the guards toward the Hall of Gods located several li away.

Sui Bian knew that the depraved OriginalBody who had become a fervent follower of the evil god was there—no escape, no hiding—because when he unfurled the beam matrix on the Indefatigable and swept everything clean, he had projected an isolation barrier across the entire star system, severing all extradimensional links to this place.

In other words, no matter what means or spells Luòjiā Àoruìliàn tried, he would remain firmly trapped inside the Hall of Gods, unable to escape.

Following behind Sui Bian were Àilínmǐěr and Kāngsītǎndīng, along with more than a dozen helmeted guards.

Suddenly, Sui Bian glanced westward, then, out of the corner of his eye, looked at Kāngsītǎndīng behind him.

That guard commander instantly understood his father's intent, nodded slightly, and mustered a hundred brothers to activate a short‑range teleport, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.

Next, Sui Bian continued forward in silence, while the guards spread out and kept pace with him.

On Idiolos there are at least hundreds of millions of mortal scum, plus countless Chaos Astate who fled to the surface aboard drop pods and transport craft.

But Sui Bian did not send the guards to mop them up, for that would be wasteful; he also did not have Rog order the Iron Fist's assault division to land, nor did he have the White Empress bombard the surface, since Idiolos's infrastructure is sound and he wished to avoid excessive destruction.

Likewise, the silent Àilínmǐěr simply acted as a pure bystander, too indifferent to scheme for his people's gain, seeming ready to become wholly a human vassal, thus appearing relaxed and content, even curious about what would happen soon.

Six kilometers passed in an instant.

Soon they arrived at another square that once held tens of thousands of believers, now empty and deserted.

In theory, enchanted Wailers, or the Wailers Guard, should gather here to protect their OriginalBody, but in reality there is not a single person.

It's not that Luojia Ao Rui Li An lacks the legion's respect; rather, Sui Bian had already used a minuscule amount of Spiritual Energy beforehand to easily wipe it out upon arrival.

Arrived at the plaza.

The guards then spaced out again and halted, with only a dozen or so helmetless guards, plus Ailinmi'er and Sui Bian stepping onto the platform where Motalian had once reprimanded Corfelun, then walking into the Hall of Gods.

Here it remains as before, with towering statues displaying the might and towering presence of evil gods on both sides, as well as Luojia Ao Rui Li An kneeling on both knees.

However, this time Luojia Ao Rui Li An no longer kneels to the evil gods it worships and admires; instead, unable to control its own body, it kneels before the gradually approaching Sui Bian.

That radiant light.

That strong.

Apart from height, it is almost identical to the father it calls a false emperor, this…

This is absolutely impossible!

Furthermore, the other 'false emperor' before it seems to completely disregard the so-called gods, or rather, is the bane of the gods.

This is truly a god!

Luojia Ao Rui Li An's expression first shifted from shock, then to self-doubt, and finally revealed an agitated excitement.

It was as if, in a brief moment, Luojia Ao Rui Li An's object of devotion shifted from the chaotic gods to the one now standing before it, expressionless and looking down upon it…

Sui Bian.

Not only that, Luojia Ao Rui Li An became even more fervent, saying: "My lord! You have come to save me, to bring me out of the dark, foul mire! I can be your most devoted! Most…"

"Pathetic."

But Sui Bian interrupted Luojia Ao Rui Li An's "oath" by speaking, then raised his right hand, flattened his palm, and mercilessly slapped it.

"Bang!!"

The skull burst.

Viscous and radiating crimson light, the blood and brain matter sprayed on the spot, but these impurities were all blocked by an intangible shield, preventing them from staining Sui Bian's black-gold armor.

Then came a "thud!" as the headless Luojia Ao Rui Li An collapsed straight to the ground, its legs still twitching.

Although Luojia Ao Rui Li An is the lowest in combat strength among the mutinous OriginalBodies, even so, being an OriginalBody, it was actually slapped to death by a single palm…

Watching from the side, Ai Lin Mi Er genuinely felt a lingering fear.

Given that Ai Lin Mi Er is skilled in Spiritual Energy, she never detected any Spiritual Energy fluctuations from start to finish; in short, Sui Bian relied purely on brute force, using his own physique to blast Luojia Ao Rui Li An's skull.

What's more terrifying is that she doesn't know how much force Sui Bian used—whether it was a casual flick or a bit of effort—but either way, it's an extremely terrifying thing.

Moreover, during this recent period, she and her clansmen have remained aboard the Eternal Unsinkable, and occasionally heard Iron Fist and Rog say that their father, even without relying on Spiritual Energy, could still unleash a planetary-devastating strike.

Fortunately, the Malar people made the right choice…

Because facing Sui Bian now, any trick is futile, so why bother with scheming? Ai Lin Mi Er plans that upon returning to the main universe, the first thing will be to announce to her clansmen the matter of relocation.

In contrast, Sui Bian.

He ignored Ai Lin Mi Er, instead using his twin pupils flashing with a golden gleam to stare at the still-twitching Luojia Ao Rui Li An.

Only after his twin pupils returned to their original black did Luojia Ao Rui Li An completely cease movement, becoming a true corpse.

Seeing this, without Sui Bian needing to give an order, two guards stepped forward, using their carried inflatable-like "coffins" to recover Luojia Ao Rui Li An's corpse.

After the recovery was completed, Sui Bian then led everyone outward.

The main reason he personally came to the surface of Yi Di Luo Si was simply that he couldn't resist giving Luojia Ao Rui Li An a slap.

Looking back at the rebellion in the Zero Three Universe, Luojia Ao Rui Li An and its Wailers legion played a crucial role; their scheming and plotting caused the Human Empire to gradually fall into dark chaos.

But Sui Bian knows that Luojia Ao Rui Li An appears to be a devout worshipper of spirits, yet is actually a typical love‑deficient, sensitive, people‑pleasing personality 'patient'.

Fervent yet irrational.

Luojia Ao Rui Li An usually rushes to please others, but if it finds the response differs from its expectation, it becomes enraged.

The ultimate proof of an extreme people‑pleasing personality is that, after it built a perfect city with the Wailers and received rejection, anger, and disappointment from the Emperor, it was easily corrupted by Corfelun and another infamous traitor, ultimately turning to the side of chaos.

In fact, choosing to believe in chaos was because, faced with the alien void, humanity as a whole seemed insignificant; Luojia Ao Rui Li An thought only by "kneeling" could it gain power, rather than seeking an opportunity to win humanity's war against "all" like its father.

Quoting Conrad Koz's evaluation from Warhammer 30,40k: "the most despicable trash."

Therefore, when Luojia Ao Rui Li An discovered that Sui Bian seemed to be a stronger being, it hesitated not, without a shred of psychological burden or self‑blame, and changed its faith.

However, Sui Bian's personal intervention was simply to blast its head apart.

Meanwhile.

Outside a worship area on the western edge of Ediloth, still in the pre‑dawn gloom…

"No! No! Spare me! You can't do this!" The aged, pitiable, yet hateful plea echoed across the vast open space.

This open space likewise held many statues, stone tablets engraved with chaos symbols, and lay countless mortal scum and chaos Astate corpses, among which at least six thousand were Wailers.

At this moment, a hundred black‑gold white‑haired guards, each holding a thunder spear, were dispersed around the plaza on watch.

The source of the plea was on the eastern side of the open space.

It turned out to be the legless Corfelun, straining with both arms to drag himself backward, trying to stay as far away as possible from the approaching Constantine.

Even more disgusting…

What should be even more demonic is that Constantine's right hand, gripping the spear tip of the Cassius gun, still had a Wailer attached—its face twisted, its body scorched by golden flames.

This Wailer was precisely one of the scoundrels who conspired with Corfelun to scheme the entire Human Empire, causing the Emperor's efforts to come to naught—

Aribas.

"Ah…! Ah…!" Accompanied by an eerie, drawn‑out wail, Aribas was quickly reduced to ashes by golden fire.

It was his flesh and soul burned to ash; even if reincarnation truly existed, this creature would not enter the cycle to be reborn as a human.

Not even as a beast.

(End of chapter)