Earlier, when Anthony was with his parents and grandparents, after he had used his Blood Servant ability to upgrade their talents and abilities, he had used his Authority Of Information at the ti to find out when the God and his flock of birds would invade. At that mont, he had received his answer, which he relayed to his parents and grandparents, but he obtained sothing more... this particular eting.
Anthony had been genuinely shocked when he received the information. If soone had told him that a God and a Demon would work together and even hold a eting, he would have never believed it. Yet this was the Authority Of Information, an absolute source. He could not doubt its credibility, no matter how absurd the revelation seed.
So, Anthony had rushed to et up with his subordinates to inform them of a few crucial details. He had also planned to et up with Vega, Aura Nova, and the rest, since they were all coming out of their seclusion today according to the information provided by the Authority Of Information. However, he did not wait for them, as his Authority Of Information inford him that the eting was already starting, hence his haste and imdiate departure without delay.
Anthony had observed everything from within the folds of the Void, his presence completely concealed, his expression faintly shifting with subtle intrigue as he listened in on the eting. Of course, he could have simply used the Authority Of Information to learn everything directly, but Anthony was not the type of person who cared to understand why his enemies acted the way they did. Their reasons did not matter. It would not change the fact that they were his enemies, and for him, death was always the only answer, not rcy born from understanding or sympathy derived from their motives.
Anthony had originally planned to rely watch and leave silently. However, since the two of them were openly discussing sealing him, he decided to make his presence known. Not only that, he would even give them the opportunity to attempt it, right here and now.
"You both have no answers to my question?" Anthony asked as he remained suspended midair, exuding an effortless aura of confidence. "You know, I only made my presence known so you both can implent your sealing plans right here and now," he continued, his tone calm yet subtly provocative, his body slowly descending until his feet touched the ground with deliberate grace.
The Demon King was the first to recover from his shock. Spreading his hands slightly with an exasperated sigh, he spoke, "Since you listened to the eting, I’m sure you already know we didn’t go into detail on how to seal you, so technically, you aren’t giving us the chance to," he said, shrugging lightly as his composure returned almost instantly.
"We et again, Azrath Kaelthar Morvanyx Doomrend," Anthony replied as he walked toward them as though they were long-acquainted companions rather than enemies. His gaze then shifted to the God, who had remained silent throughout, rely observing. "We finally et, almighty God," his voice carried a teasing undertone.
The God’s projection did not respond. He simply stared for a brief mont, and in the very next picosecond, he vanished. His body reappeared directly before Anthony, who was still walking toward them, his golden-white fist moving like an illusion as it shot forward toward Anthony’s face.
His intent was unmistakable, to kill.
Anthony stared at the incoming attack as space itself collapsed around it with its movent. With an indifferent expression, he raised his hand, extending a single finger, and caught the attack effortlessly, halting it completely in its tracks.
There was no explosion, no shockwave, no sound, nothing. Anthony had stopped the entire force of the attack with a re finger, an attack capable of destroying the Rogue Planet from the inside out.
The God’s projection’s ’eyes’ flickered with recognition. This strike had rely been a test, to confirm whether Anthony was truly as powerful as the Demon King had implied. After all, not even his strongest Angel could survive a punch from his projection.
"Although the attack was weak, I won’t judge, since you are only a projection at the mont," Anthony said with a faint smirk. Before the God’s projection could react or even attempt to pull back, a violent force slamd into his gut.
The God’s projection’s ’eyes’ widened. He had not seen the attack, had not sensed it, he did not know whether Anthony had kicked, punched, or used sothing else entirely. All he felt was the overwhelming force and pain crashing into his body. In that instant, inertia claid him, and his body was sent hurtling backward, tearing through everything in its path.
The God’s projection stared down at his own body in disbelief. His entire lower torso had been obliterated by an attack he had not even perceived. In the very next mont, his lower half regenerated completely in less than a blink of an eye.
His gaze snapped back toward Anthony, but Anthony had already lost interest in him. His attention had shifted entirely to the Demon King, who now stared back at him with a wild, almost exhilarated smile.
With a re thought from the Demon King, millions of his projections appeared instantly, each wearing the sa grin. Without exchanging words, they surged forward with a speed that surpassed even the speed of light.
Anthony simply raised his hand.
With that single motion, existence itself seed to freeze under his will, as though he stood as the very origin of all things.
"I didn’t take you as soone who gangs up on people, Mr. Doomrend," Anthony said calmly. With a slight wave of his hand, the projections vanished, their forms dissolving into dissipating smoke as though they had never existed.
At that precise mont, the Demon King seized what he perceived as an opening. Closing the distance between himself and Anthony at a terrifying speed, it seed as though the very concept of distance had ceased to exist for beings of their level.
But before he could launch even a single attack, the sa fate that befell the God’s projection struck him, an attack too fast to follow, too fast to comprehend.
All he felt was the impact.
With a thunderous boom, the Demon King was slamd into the ground, his projection skidding to a halt beside the God’s projection, his lower torso completely blown off as well.
Anthony walked forward calmly toward the chairs where they had once been seated. He sat down casually, crossing one leg over the other, his posture relaxed as though none of what had just occurred required any effort.
"So, are you both going to lie there all day?" Anthony asked in a calm, teasing tone. "I’m sure you have an invasion to plan and a Galaxy Core to find," he added, his sky-blue eyes gleaming with quiet confidence and undeniable dominance.
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