Chapter 872: Imperial Armament

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi's slaves were extremely numerous, over three hundred, with a wide and complete mix of races and professions; though they were controlled by the tyrant's "Touch of Dominion," which over time affected their minds and prevented fully independent thought, Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi had meticulously trained them, giving them many battle formations—offensive, defensive, dispersal, and so on—with very fast reaction speed.

However, nothing is faster than a Bolt Gun.

When Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi heard the gunfire and ordered the slaves to defend on the spot, it was already too late.

Extreme Warriors opened fire from several hundred meters away, countless Explosive Shells shot in from all directions, and the dense explosion sounds overlapped into a roar.

In a few breaths, the slave army on the ruins was torn to pieces.

The over‑twenty‑thousand‑strong Super Sun legion couldn't withstand the slaughter by the Extreme Warrior legion, and the three‑hundred‑plus slave army fared even worse, even though their weakest still had high‑level members and there were more than sixty legends.

But high‑level transcendents faced a Bolt Gun no differently than mid‑stage or low‑stage transcendents; a single shot killed them all.

Even a low‑stage legend could only hold on for two or three seconds.

In the blink of an eye, most of the slave army was dead; only a few mid‑stage and high‑level legends struggled to hold the front, while the rest hid behind.

"Damn it!"

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi roared in fury, instantly feeling his power rapidly waning; fortunately he hadn't yet triggered the "Doomsday Decisive Battle," or else soon the Flame Soul Greatsword would drain his life and soul force.

He glanced at his slaves; led by those Legendary High‑rank legends, they could at most hold on for another two minutes or so.

If the slaves were all killed, there would be no chance of a comeback.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi decisively gave up pursuing Lei En, turned into a black shadow, and rushed toward the nearest Extreme Warrior to the east.

Lei En did not try to stop him, flashing forward toward the slave army.

"You attack my legion, I attack your slaves; let's see who cracks first."

In the blink of an eye, Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi shadow‑jumped among several Extreme Warriors; as soon as he appeared, nearby Thundercast Celestial Soldiers rained bullets down on him, Explosive Shells struck his body, bombarding his black armor. Though they didn't pierce, the sheer force froze his figure, slowing the swing of his Flame Soul Greatsword by half a beat.

Four Extreme Warriors surged forward together.

They had already switched to electric‑light greatswords, moving in such sync they seemed like one person. The front Extreme Warrior clashed with Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi, slashing him so hard he was sent flying, his greatsword shattered, and a massive wound was cut into the chest of his powered armor; the Extreme Warrior inside was badly hurt, but it created a very good opening.

Extreme Warriors on the left, right, and behind seized the fleeting flaw, and three electric‑light greatswords struck Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi simultaneously.

One slash cut the side of his neck, another blade drove into his back attempting to pierce the heart, and his knee was also cleaved hard.

The electric‑light greatswords carried disintegration fields; amplified by the powered armor, the Extreme Warriors reached a twelfth‑level legendary power.

Their combat techniques were also extremely refined, instantly unleashing several times their normal strength.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi was battered, rolling forward in a mess; before he could get up, he sensed four more Extreme Warriors leaping from around him—one fearless fighter confronting his Flame Soul Greatsword head‑on, while the other three prepared to add three more blows.

His mind went completely blank.

Only then did he fully realize how troublesome Extreme Warriors are; these foes not only have terrifying firepower, each one's melee is stronger, and their defense, speed, and technique have no weak points—almost like a weakened version of Saint Rank elites.

Just three or four together could slay an ordinary Saint Rank elite.

No wonder the ogre Krago died so quickly!

Why does such a powerful legion exist in the world?

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi was deeply shocked and incredulous, but his reaction was swift; he avoided entangling with the Extreme Warriors to prevent capsizing in the gutter, and activated a shadow jump to break free from their encirclement.

The portion of his armor shattered by the electric‑light greatsword instantly regenerated to its original state.

Boom—

A deafening blast rang out, accompanied by a chorus of screams.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi turned his head and saw Lei En transformed into a sixteen‑meter‑tall Titan Giant; with a thunderous stomp from the sky, he crushed his own throne, and countless lightning shockwaves swept the ruins, killing half of the remaining slave army, leaving only a dozen or so legends.

"Lightning Storm!"

Lei En raised his war hammer and shouted; the Eight‑Ring Spell had been brewing, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and massive bolts of lightning rained down.

The legendary slaves fleeing wildly had nowhere to hide; each was struck by several lightning bolts at once, their bodies going rigid, and from afar the Extreme Warriors' fire covered them, blasting them apart.

Two or three heavily defended Legendary High‑rank legends were still clinging to life; Lei En swung a Soul‑Eating Slash, a lightning sword‑energy nearly a hundred meters long flashing by, slicing back and forth across the ruins, instantly cutting those Legendary High‑rank foes into fragments.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi couldn't rescue them in time, watching helplessly as they were slain.

He was both shocked and enraged.

Both sides were attacking the other's troops, yet the results were worlds apart. Not a single Extreme Warrior died, while his slave army was wiped out, turning into a Light Rod Commander.

Immediately, Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi realized his power had dropped below Thirty-level.

Before he could devise a plan, his figure was engulfed by a storm of bullets.

Boom Boom Boom…

One hundred Bolt Guns opened fire simultaneously, covering the area where Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi stood.

Within a second, hundreds of Explosive Shells released energy, each comparable to a Five‑Ring Spell; even Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi's "Tyrant's Armor" couldn't withstand such terrifying firepower, and in an instant multiple sections collapsed, bullets penetrated his body and detonated, wounding him instantly.

"Ah…"

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi let out a painful cry, gritting his teeth against the injury to activate a shadow jump, escaping the fire coverage.

He deliberately delayed the jump, using the time to mend his wounds and the Tyrant's Armor.

One second later, he appeared in a secluded corner of the palace, landing on the ground and hiding behind a broken wall.

But as soon as he appeared, the nearest dozen or so Extreme Warriors and Thundercast Celestial Soldiers all swivelled their barrels, as if they'd been waiting for his arrival; Explosive Shells blasted the cover, crazily firing at his body. The freshly repaired armor was shattered again, his injuries deepened, and the spattered blood was vaporized by high‑temperature electric fire.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi could only shadow‑jump again.

This time he materialized high above, the Bolt Guns' gunfire echoing like shadows, all firing skyward, giving him no time to breathe.

A black shadow flickered, and Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi appeared amid the crowd of Extreme Warriors; this time there were no bullets, but he was met with a group beat‑down, the same routine—one Extreme Warrior acting as a meat shield to create openings for the others.

A flash of sword light flickered, metal clanged.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi slashed two Extreme Warriors away, but he himself was cut seven or eight times, his Tyrant's Armor riddled with wounds, blood streaming.

More Extreme Warriors surged from all sides, attempting to overwhelm him with a human‑wave tactic.

From Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi's perspective, these foes were like moving metal walls, as if to crush him, each silent as emotionless killing machines, utterly fearless of death, charging forward in endless succession.

Such momentum and fighting style pressed him to the point of breathlessness.

Wei Ke La Ma Di Ya Er Shi did not forget that Lei En was the greatest threat; during several shadow jumps he saw Lei En standing on the palace ruins, yet he did not move to strike.

Lei En is a battle Wizard!

The scouts of the Gupu Ta Kingdom repeatedly emphasized in their intelligence that Lei En's casting ability is in no way inferior to his close‑combat strength.

Wizards and mages who can keep their distance and cast spells at leisure are the most powerful and terrifying enemies in the world.

"We have to run!"

While being savagely beaten, Vikramatia II suddenly thought of fleeing; although he still had some trump cards left, he no longer wanted to fight to the death.

He did not feel ashamed.

As long as he stays alive, re‑gather and control a slave army, restore his strength, he can reclaim everything lost today. Moreover, Banbei City is only the capital of the Gupu Ta Kingdom; beyond Banbei City there are tens of millions of subjects, the territory is vast, and the Empire cannot occupy it all in the short term.

Over forty million subjects and the expansive kingdom territory are the foundation for retaking the throne; even the Black Emperor will not easily abandon a powerful Chosen One.

All of this presupposes being alive!

Vikramatia II instantly decided, performed a shadow leap from among the Extreme Warrior crowd, escaped, braced against the hail of incoming bullets, and a high‑grade Kirldalin gemstone appeared in his hand.

The gemstone stored the Eight‑Ring Spell "Otherworldly Teleport", targeting a very hidden sub‑plane where a planar teleportation array was set; it could instantly return him to the Prime Material Plane, which is safer than inter‑planar teleport spells.

He crushed the gemstone with force.

Bang!

After the gem shattered, his figure blurred for a moment, then he found himself still in place; the otherworldly teleport failed.

Phase Distortion!

Vikramatia II saw Lei En on the ruins emitting a faint wave that spread for thousands of meters, interfering with the phase coordinates of this area.

He could only shadow‑leap again to another spot, pulling out another high‑grade Kirldalin gemstone, which stored the Seven‑Ring "Greater Teleport", capable of sending him three hundred li away; though not as safe as otherworldly traversal, it would let him leave the battlefield.

Phase Distortion can only block inter‑planar traversal; it does not affect intra‑planar teleportation.

Yet the Vikramatia II who crushed the gem was not teleported away; he was stunned—this space had been sealed, preventing the use of teleport spells.

Who did it?

Spatial lockdown is an Eight‑Ring Spell that requires a Legendary High‑rank caster, clearly not Lei En who had just released Phase Distortion.

Yet Vikramatia II did not detect the one maintaining the spatial lockdown.

With his keen perception, he could not even sense the casting wave; it was silent, and he didn't know when it was sealed.

Such a superb casting ability can only be achieved by a Holy Soul Wizard!

Vikramatia II's mind was horrified.

A Holy Soul Wizard lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike, is extremely dangerous. Now there is only one way out: continuously use shadow leaps to escape. This ability is not a spell, so it is unaffected by spatial lockdown, but its range is short—each leap can cover at most three hundred‑plus meters.

Without thinking, he aimed to leap outside the palace.

As soon as he shadow‑leapt once, Vikramatia II heard Lei En's voice:

"Heaven's Light!"

"Heaven's Light!"

"Heaven's Light!"

Lei En shouted the three times in rapid succession, his speech so fast it seemed his mouth would burn, yet every syllable was clear.

As his voice fell, three beams of holy, vast light lit the sky—white, dazzling, warm, causing no harm to Vikramatia II; he only worships the Black Emperor, not a demon or undead evil being.

Yet the bright light poured down, illuminating every corner of the Shiwa Ji Palace from different angles, dispelling all shadows.

Lei En used Wish Spell to create a shadowless lantern.

Without shadows, Vikramatia II could not use shadow leap, and the illumination of Heaven's Light far exceeded three hundred meters.

He tried it and indeed failed.

He stopped fleeing and turned to face Lei En.

At this distance, Extreme Warriors find it hard to focus fire; Lei En also ordered them to cease shooting, letting the Bolt Gun's barrel cool.

"Wish Spell?"

Vikramatia II asked in a deep voice; with his knowledge, he of course knew the famed King of Ten Thousand Methods.

But Lei En gave no reply.

"Leaving me behind is the biggest mistake of your life," Vikramatia II said, staring at Lei En, then at the Extreme Warriors scattered over the palace ruins, and at the Empire's legion that had already shattered the palace walls and sealed the area.

Lei En replied calmly, "Letting you escape is the mistake."

"Then let's see who's at fault."

Vikramatia II planted his Soul‑Igniting Greatsword into the ground, half‑kneeling, a simple black iron crown appeared in his hand, which he solemnly placed on his head and shouted, "My lord, grant me power!"

He was praying to the Black Emperor.

Lei En's pupils narrowed; that iron crown was very familiar—he owned one himself.

The Black Emperor Ban Erkou responded immediately.

Vikramatia II's iron crown glowed with a deep black light, a terrifying divine aura radiated, instantly covering his body, turning his skin dark, healing his wounds instantly, and his aura grew stronger.

Nine Ring Divine Technique — Imperial Armament!

Lei En's gaze was heavy.

The Imperial Armament created by the Black Emperor Ban Erkou derives its power from the wielder's ruling status; the more subjects one governs and the larger the conquered lands, the stronger the Imperial Armament's effect.

Back on the Sain Plateau, another Chosen One of a Black Emperor, Kaligula, was merely the second chief of a barbarian tribe; after receiving the Six‑Ring Divine Technique Imperial Armament, he became somewhat troublesome.

And Vikramatia II is a true king!

He rules half a hundred million subjects; the Gupu Ta Kingdom's territory equals four or five provinces of the Empire; this iron crown carries both a Divine Technique and nine rings…

Same tyrant, same Chosen One, same Divine Technique.

Yet compared with Kaligula, Vikramatia II is like fireflies to a bright moon; their power differs by more than a hundredfold.

Vikramatia II lightly floated upward; in an instant his power aura surged several times, surpassing the slave army's soul‑amplification effect, quickly returning to a strength above Thirty-level, and the amplification showed no sign of stopping, raging toward Thirty‑five level.

He reached out, grasped at nothing, and the "Heavenly King, Soul‑Igniting Greatsword" fell into his hand.

Then he showed Lei En a cold, brutal expression and shouted in a low voice: "Mortal, let you witness my true power, apocalyptic final battle!"

Come back at night to continue...

(End of chapter)