"HAHAHA!!!!"
Lester’s laughter wasn’t just a sound; it was a shockwave, rattling the ruined city. He stood amidst the debris, his claws elongating, dripping with corrupt energy.
"You think you can defeat ?!" Lester roared, the entity inside the host body reveling in the chaos. "Countless heroes have spoken those words. Their bones are now dust beneath my feet!"
Sunny stood motionless, his expression bored. "Then you haven’t t ."
With a subtle distortion of air, the three clones vanished instantly.
"An Eighth Order? Don’t make laugh! That is a temporary rank, a fragile shell!" Sunny scoffed.
The first clone materialized beside him, not with a shout, but with the silence of an executioner. The punch didn’t just hit; it crumpled the air around Lester’s cheekbone.
BAM!!!
CRACK.
Lester was flung sideways, skidding through the dirt. He snarled, shaking off the dizziness, but as he rose, the second clone was already there—low, grounded, and coiled like a spring.
"Too fast—" Lester’s eyes widened.
The uppercut connected with the sound of a cannon firing. Lester was launched vertically, his vision blurring.
"You bastard!" the entity scread, humiliated by the physics of his own flight.
"Silence," the third clone whispered, appearing above him in mid-air. It hamred a double-handed strike onto Lester’s head.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The impact was teoric. Lester plumted, smashing into the earth with enough force to create a crater that swallowed the surrounding. Dust billowed up like a shroud.
On the periphery, the Wendigo army faltered.
"Oh my goodness..." a Wendigo captain stamred, his weapon lowering involuntarily.
"We need to leave. If Lord Lester is being handled like a ragdoll, we are nothing but kindling."
Panic is contagious. The Wendigos turned, abandoning their formation.
"Run! Run for your—"
THWACK.
The captain froze, looking down at the blade protruding from his chest. He looked up, his eyes eting the cold, red gaze of a Knight Summon.
One of Sunny’s clones glanced over his shoulder, his voice carrying across the battlefield without needing to shout. "You fools are the reason I am here. Did you think this was a duel? This is an extermination."
At his command, tens of thousands of summons surged forward—a tide of steel and shadow crashing into the retreating Wendigos.
"Handle the filth," Sunny said, turning his gaze back to the crater. "I will dispose of the trash."
From the dust, a low, guttural chuckling erged.
"Hahahaha..."
The smoke cleared. Lester stood in the center of the crater. His nose was broken, his jaw unhinged, but the devilish smirk remained plastered on his feline face.
"This... this is exquisite! I haven’t felt pain like this in eons!"
Red energy erupted from him, a pillar of malevolent light that pierced the clouds. The pressure was suffocating, cracking the ground for miles.
Sunny watched him, arms crossed, unimpressed. "Compared to the Child of Destruction, your aura is thin. You’re a candle trying to outshine the sun."
"You dare underestimate ?!" Lester shrieked. He vanished, reappearing instantly in front of Sunny, driving his claws toward the throat of the center clone.
"....?!!!"
Lester’s eyes widened. His hand passed harmlessly through the clone’s face as if it were made of smoke.
"A phantom?" Lester gasped.
"No," the clone replied, its form solidifying instantly to deliver a liver-shattering hook. "Just superior control."
BOOOOOOM!!
Lester was doubled over, vomiting black ichor, sent tumbling back into the dirt. He clawed at the ground, dragging himself up, his regeneration struggling to keep up with the damage.
"Impossible... this host body is weak, yes, but my soul is eternal! How can re clones dominate ?"
"Brute force?" Sunny asked, his voice echoing from above.
Lester looked up. The real Sunny was descending slowly from the sky, hands clasped behind his back, his robe fluttering untouched by the battle. The three clones below dissolved into mist, returning to their master.
"You fought shadows," Sunny said, landing softly. "If my clones can break you, what hope do you have against ?"
Lester wiped the blood from his chin, his eyes glowing with a mixture of hatred and grudging respect. "I admit it. You are strong, Wolf. But you are arrogant."
Lester raised both hands. A sphere of green, concentrated plasma ford—a condensed sun of fire. The heat was intense enough to vitrify the sand beneath them.
"Die!" Lester hurled the sun.
Sunny didn’t dodge. He simply exhaled. A focused breath t the fireball.
Pfff.
The flas didn’t explode; they were snuffed out. Extinguished like a match in a hurricane.
"....?!!"
Lester froze, his arms still outstretched. "You... you blew it out?" Terror, cold and sharp, finally pierced his madness.
’Is this why the Great Mother stepped down? This isn’t just power. It’s beyond it.’
Sunny stepped forward. Behind him, five rifts opened—portals to the Five Great dinsion Worlds. They humd with terrifying resonance.
"Listen closely, Lester. I want you to run back ho. Go and get ready because I’ll be coming to the great World. Oh, Gather your armies. Gather your champions. Because if you do not bring everything you have to the lower world, you will bore ."
Sunny’s eyes narrowed, glowing with gold. "I am done hiding. I am done skirmishing. I will invade the Great Worlds, and I will force every faction to bend the knee. I will be the absolute ruler of the Three Worlds."
"You’re insane," Lester whispered, backing away. "The Supre World will crush you."
"Let them co. But for now..." Sunny raised a hand. "Leave. And prepare for your execution."
Lester knew when he was outmatched with this body, so he nodded with a smile. "We will et again, Wolf! And next ti, the laughter will be mine!"
Sunny’s five dinsions released five beam of lights which smashed into Lester.
BOOOOOOM!
The explosion scoured the earth, vaporizing everything within a mile radius. When the dust settled, only silence remained.
Sunny lowered his hand. "Don’t disappoint , Lester."
He glanced back at Josephine, who had landed silently on a charred piece of rubble.
"Survivors?"
"Just one," Josephine said, her voice calm.
The city was a graveyard. The Wendigos were gone, wiped from existence by the summons.
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On the shattered remnants of the city wall, Sunny and Josephine found Faye. She was sitting in the dirt, cradling the headless corpse of Garrard. She wasn’t screaming anymore; she was weeping with the quiet, broken intensity of soone who had lost their soul.
"You are all monsters," she whispered as Sunny approached: "He killed my father, you killed my people."
"He wasn’t your father, Faye," Sunny said, his voice not unkind, but devoid of pity. "He was a parasite using you."
"Does it matter?!" Faye snapped, her tear-stained face twisting in rage. "He was the only one who protected !! You took my people! You left with nothing!"
She stood up, her hand clutching a jagged, black gemstone.
"If I have nothing," she said, her eyes turning a manic, blood-red, "then I have nothing to lose."
She crushed the gem.
CRACK.
"Let’s die together."
A pillar of light erupted from the city center, piercing the heavens. The ground began to liquefy.
"A Formation?" Sunny frowned.
"Yes! It collapses space!" Faye laughed, the sound jagged and broken. "You can’t teleport! You can’t run! We all turn to dust!"
The barrier slamd down, a do of energy sealing the city. The buildings began to disintegrate into sand. The air itself beca heavy, crushing down on them.
Sunny looked at the collapsing do, then at Faye, who watched him with hateful triumph.
"You have potential, child," Sunny said. "But your vision is too small."
He grabbed Josephine’s waist.
"What—?" Faye gasped.
The space around Sunny warped, not breaking the formation, but folding through it. Before the sand could touch them, they blinked out of existence.
BOOM!
The do collapsed. The Wendigo city, Garrard’s corpse, and Faye herself were ground into fine, white sand. A monunt to a dead race.
Hundreds of miles away, on a high ridge, Sunny and Josephine appeared.
’Phew... Thank goodness I have the system’s skill store. I have to spend nine hundred trillion personal money to get a skill that can escape that.’ Sunny thought, holding Josephine close.
Josephine looked back at the cloud of dust rising on the horizon. "That girl... she was terrifying."
"She had the will of a conqueror, but the heart of a victim," Sunny mused. "A dangerous combination." He dusted off his coat.
"The Wendigos are extinct. One threat removed."
"It is finally over here," Josephine murmured.
"Not yet." Sunny turned his gaze north. "We have an appointnt with the Elves. And I expect they have been watching."
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[The Elven Kingdom]
The arrival was abrupt. Sunny and Josephine didn’t walk to the gates; they materialized directly above the capital’s ramparts.
Ariadne, the Elven Queen, stood waiting on the highest tower. She didn’t look surprised. In fact, she looked... relieved.
"Welco, Great King!" Ariadne called out, bowing deeply—a gesture that sent ripples of shock through the two. "We were preparing an envoy to find you, but you grace us with your presence."
"....?"
Sunny descended, hovering five ters above her, his expression unreadable. "Cut the theatrics, Ariadne?"
Ariadne straightened, her smile sharp but her eyes showing the calculation of a survivor. "Because we are not fools. We saw the sky turn red. We felt the earth shake. We broke the mind-control shackles Lester placed on us hours ago."
She gestured to the two advisors behind her. "We even prepared a gift. We utilized our ancestral weapon to drive the Blood Queen away. We have no love for the invaders."
Sunny studied her. He knew she had waited to see who won before picking a side—but she was pragmatic.
"You want to join the winning side," Sunny stated.
"We wish to serve the True King," she corrected smoothly.
Sunny materialized three Blood alliance Contracts. They floated down to the Queen and her advisors.
"Then bleed for it."
To Josephine’s surprise, Ariadne didn’t hesitate. She sliced her palm and pressed it to the parchnt. The magic bound them instantly.
Sunny nodded, satisfied. "Smart choice."
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Thousands of miles away, in a desolate canyon, Matilda crashed to her knees.
She vomited blood, her skin pale and cracking.
"Treacherous long-eared rats," she hissed, clutching a wound on her side that refused to heal. "They lured in... showed the artifact... and detonated it point-blank."
If she hadn’t dissolved her body into mist at the last microsecond, she would be dead.
"The Wendigos are dust. The Elves have turned." Matilda staggered to her feet, fear gnawing at her for the first ti in centuries.
"I cannot stay here. That Wolf... he is sothing else entirely."
She looked over her shoulder at the horizon.
"Nyria will be furious... I will go to the Lower World. I will hide. And I will heal, then strike."
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