"How did you co here?"
The sudden voice ca from above as a group of primordial warriors sensed the terrifying aura of the man with the golden ring and rushed toward him.
Their arrival was swift, their expressions filled with alarm and disbelief. Clearly, even they could not understand how such a being had appeared in the middle of this battlefield without warning.
Yet the man with the golden ring did not even bother to look at them properly.
His eyes shifted only slightly in their direction, and a faint trace of disdain crossed his face.
"Ants," he muttered.
The word had barely left his lips when countless strands of golden light appeared in the air around him.
They were thin, sharp, and radiant like divine spears forged from pure sunlight.
In the next instant, they shot forward.
The primordial warriors had no chance to resist.
Each beam pierced through their bodies with terrifying precision. Their protective energy shattered as though it had never existed, and before they could even cry out, their forms began to disintegrate.
In re monts, their bodies crumbled into fine dust and scattered into the wind.
They vanished completely.
The entire exchange lasted no more than a breath.
The people from Orion stood frozen in horror.
The sight before them shattered whatever calm they still possessed. These were primordial warriors, beings powerful enough to stand on the front lines of a war against devils, yet before this man they had died like insects crushed beneath a careless foot.
Despair spread through the crowd like poison.
"Everyone run!"
An elder from the War God Palace suddenly shouted, his voice cutting through the suffocating terror.
That single cry snapped the stunned group back to their senses.
Panic erupted instantly.
Every person from Orion began fleeing with all the strength they could gather. Even though the crushing pressure from the golden ringed man still weighed heavily upon them, forcing movent to beco agonizingly slow, they ran as desperately as they could.
But the man rely watched them.
There was no urgency in his expression, no anger, and no excitent.
Only cold indifference.
"Run?" he said calmly, his voice smooth and almost amused. "There is nowhere to run from ."
As he spoke, another wave of pressure surged outward from his body.
This ti, it was far more terrifying than before.
The invisible force slamd into everyone like the collapse of a mountain.
Bodies staggered violently.
Many fell instantly to the ground, unable to endure the crushing weight. Those still standing felt their bones creak, their organs tremble, and their blood freeze within their veins. It was as though their bodies were being crushed from the inside, reduced to weakness so absolute that even breathing beca agony.
The strongest among them could barely remain conscious.
The weaker ones had no hope at all.
Then sothing happened that drove true terror into their hearts.
One of the weakest cultivators in the group, a man at the peak of the Law Awakening Realm, suddenly let out a broken scream.
All eyes turned toward him.
His body began to disintegrate.
Starting from his feet, his flesh turned into dust, then his legs, then his torso. The process was horrifyingly slow, giving everyone enough ti to witness every second of it. His face twisted in terror as his body continued to crumble, until at last even his head dissolved into drifting ash.
A mont later, the wind scattered what remained of him.
He was gone.
He had died without a wound, without even being touched.
A cold chill ran down every spine.
At that mont, the people of Orion truly understood the horror of the being before them.
This man was not rely powerful.
He was an existence so terrifying that their lives ant nothing in his presence, less than dust beneath his feet.
All their efforts were aningless.
No matter how desperately they struggled, none of them could rise to their feet. The crushing force released by the man with the golden ring pinned them in place like insects trapped beneath an invisible mountain. Their limbs trembled violently under the unbearable weight, and every attempt to stand ended in failure.
Panic spread rapidly through the group.
Even Tamara, Edwin, and the elders of the great factions found themselves powerless before that overwhelming presence. Their strength, which normally commanded fear and respect, ant nothing here.
Among everyone present, only Max remained capable of moving freely.
Thanks to the passive effect of Keeper's Dominion, the suffocating pressure that crippled the others had little effect on him. Though he could still feel the terrifying aura pressing against the surroundings, his body was not bound by it in the sa way.
His expression darkened as he prepared to act.
He was just about to expand the domain of Keeper's Dominion to shield the others when sothing unexpected happened.
A vast protective barrier suddenly descended from above.
A luminous shield of energy spread over the entire group, enveloping them in a protective do. The crushing pressure vanished instantly the mont the barrier ford, and the people from Orion gasped as they felt the burden lifted from their bodies.
Before anyone could react further, another figure descended from the sky.
A primordial.
He landed directly in front of the group, placing himself between them and the golden ringed man. His armor was radiant gold, engraved with ancient symbols that glowed faintly with primordial power.
His aura was imnse, far surpassing that of ordinary primordial warriors, and his commanding presence made it imdiately clear that he was one of the high leaders of their race.
His expression was grave as he fixed his eyes on the man before him.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice filled with solemn authority.
The man with the golden ring looked at him calmly, almost with amusent.
"I sotis forget that the people of this universe do not know at all," he said in a composed tone, as though introducing himself at a formal gathering rather than in the middle of a battlefield soaked in blood.
He placed one hand lightly against his chest and spoke with quiet arrogance.
"I am Eternal Tyrant Kazreth."
The words fell like thunder.
"I am the one who sent the devils into this universe. I am the one who ordered them to conquer it. Everything that has happened here began with ."
The primordial leader's eyes widened in shock.
"So it was you all along!"
His expression twisted with rage as his entire body trembled with fury.
"You are the source of this war," he roared. "I will kill you!"
Yet Kazreth did not react with anger.
Instead, he gave a faint, almost pitying smile.
"Do not be hasty," he said calmly. "You are nothing more than an ant before , and crushing ants brings no satisfaction."
His golden eyes glead coldly as he continued.
"Go and summon those four fools of your race. What do you call them again?"
He paused briefly, as though pretending to recall the na.
"Ah yes. The Four Primarchs."
His voice remained calm, yet every word carried a terrifying weight.
"Bring them to ."
The primordial leader's rage vanished instantly, replaced by naked shock.
"How do you know about them?" he demanded, his voice no longer filled with fury but with deep alarm. "Even within our race, only a handful know of the Four Primarchs. How could you possibly know of their existence?"
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