Speeding through the air like an inter-dinsional missile, the Luthor Patriarch shattered the sound barrier, flying faster than the speed of light.
*WHOOSH!*
The humanoid figure spread his arms and ca to a sudden halt, forcing the ground beneath him to cave in and the clouds to part away.
Having co to a sudden stop mid-air, the Patriarch wore a very deep frown on his handso face.
His legs were out together, his chest was puffed out, his head was raised high, and his arms were spread out slightly, as if he was still trying to stabilize himself.
The edges of his black attire fluttered quietly due to the wind, casting a deeply prideful appearance.
The Luthor Patriarch brought up one hand and rubbed the area beneath his nose.
He brought the finger up to his eye level and saw sothing.
Blood.
His blood.
There was a shocking snapping sound as his nose bridge which had been broken straightened up and fixed itself.
The Luthor Patriarch humd. He hardly bled.
Hardly.
But every ti he saw his blood, there was always a lion involved. It was vexing.
With how well the cats took care of themselves, they usually didn’t have to worry about dirt on their bodies, let alone blood.
Especially the Luthor Patriarch. He was a standard supre immortal and the Patriarch of all the cats in the House of Luthor.
His daily grooming was impeccable.
In another tiline,.he would probably go millions of years without seeing a speck of dust on his clothes or the colour of his own blood.
But because of the lions, seeing his blood was an occasional thing.
No other race was so troubleso, none at all.
In the entire Original Heaven, the lions were the only ones that could make other immortals cough blood due to sheer anger, and still not being willing to do anything.
But not the cats though, not the Patriarch of the House of Luthor.
This conflict had been going on for a long ti and every single ti, he had retaliated as fiercely as he could.
The thing with antagonists like the lions was that if no one stood up to them, they wouldn’t just sit by and let peace reign, they would go out of their way and double down on their bullying.
The cats could thrive and survive because they had proved ti and ti again to these cosmic bullies that they were no pushovers, even though they themselves were not exactly the good guys in any story.
"That bastard!" The Luthor Patriarch muttered.
His face still crackled with the residual orange lightning from that disgustingly shaless punch. That punch was not only painful, but it was very humiliating.
"THAT FUCKING BASTARD!" The Luthor Patriarch raged and scread.
*BOOM!*
His body turned into a blue streak of light that shot back to where he ca from, quickly disappearing into the distance and leaving behind a fissure in the earth.
As he flew back to his headquarters, he began to call on the other Supre Immortal Felines to co to his aid. That was the routine when it ca to this type of situation.
The Cheetahs, the Panthers, the Tigers, the Lynxes, the Cougars, the Leopards, the Jaguars, and many more would have to be called.
And this ti, the Luthor Patriarch wanted to deliver a good beating to that damned Azeus.
He was angry, but little did he know that this was just the beginning of an unending series of hair-pulling frustrations.
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Magic coloured the cracks of the world, opening portals and cleaving through the layers of beeswax that stood in the way.
Phestus floated in the air, his blue elegant long suit fluttering in the wind.
His two hands danced in front of him, creating a srising scene that seed to attract the gaze of everything in the world as the power of spirit and magic intertwined to form a mystical formation.
In front of Phestus was a scene straight out of a bee’s wet dream.
A beehive so massive that no one could see the end.
In the natural world where mortals without superpowers road the wilderness and were slaves to their beastly impulses, bees would usually build their bee hives in strange ways.
But these hives were usually hanging from sothing. Whether it was a tree, a cliff edge, a cave entrance, a wooden wall, or the window of an abandoned house, they were usually hanging from sothing.
Usually...
Well, the bees had a branch in Original Heaven. Like every other slightly powerful faction in Original Heaven, they too had so immortals to boast of.
That ant that their scale of preference was very skewed compared to mortal beings.
Their hive in Original Heaven was so large and no one could truly estimate how large it was as the hive generally expanded or shrank based on the population of bees.
This was saying a lot as Hive Heaven, the official heaven of the Bees, was the size of multiple galaxies put together, easily spanning close to a million light-years in total.
One could only imagine how big the one in Original Heaven was.
But this was not sothing to bother soone like Phestus. He rely saw it as a challenge.
The runes on the tips of Phestus’s fingers glowed brightly, creating a luminous stream whenever he waved his hand.
Each finger and arm sign was a sign language for his spirit magic. Behind him, thousands upon thousands of portals were open.
And coming out of these portals were not vassals or his fellow lions. No, those guys were a bit slow and they were still on their way.
What rushed out of these portals were machines. Constructs powered by magic and controlled with a central Magic Spirit Artificial Intelligence.
This was Phestus’s style.
Custom arkships, custom shuttles, custom robots, custom flying weapons, custom turrets, custom mobile pyramids. All of them were linked to Phestus’s second mind, a literal Magic A.I.
With a relaxed expression, Phestus pointed his rune-covered finger at the hive wall.
"FIRE!"
[Ti until Heavenly Breakout: 12 Minutes, 45 seconds...]
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