Chapter 1343: The Return of the King (III) Chapter 1343: The Return of the King (III) “Depravita,” whispered the Collapsing Lightning Emperor, his voice tinged with disbelief and simring anger.
The word hung heavy in the air, laden with mories of past battles and ancient foes.
Gabriel’s keen senses had detected the aura of the invaders embedded subtly within the ominous words now emblazoned across the sky.
It was extrely subtle and marginal, but it was undeniably present.
Clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white, Gabriel’s eyes hardened with determination and focus.
The gravity of the situation demanded imdiate action.
He turned sharply to William.
“Protect the Scarlet Royal Family.” William’s eyes sharpened, the resolve within them as solid as forged steel.
He perford a silent nod.
The determination in his heart was clear, a blazing fire that nothing could extinguish.
Gabriel knew he could count on the man.
Without wasting another mont, he propelled himself out of the Babel Tower, ascending swiftly into the sky.
As he rose, his aura surged to its limit, shimring waves of power radiating from his form.
A majestic armor materialized around his body, plates of celestial tal interlocking seamlessly, each engraved with intricate runes that pulsed with gravitational power.
Summoning his World Treasure, the Collapsing Lightning Emperor felt his strength ascend to a whole new level.
He positioned himself between the ominous words that darkened the heavens and the Babel Tower below.
However, he was not alone for long.
From all directions, twelve figures flashed through the air, converging above the Babel Tower with blinding speed.
The first to appear beside Gabriel was a mber of the Abyssal Clan.
He wielded a sword bathed in white flas.
Gabriel glanced at Zero Mint, the Abyssal swordsman, and perford a small nod.
Zero Mint returned the gesture, his eyes reflecting the solemnity of the mont.
Without words, they acknowledged their shared purpose.
Both turned their gazes back to the ominous words inscribed upon the sky, their expressions grave.
“The Depravita Race,” Zero Mint murmured, his voice barely audible yet resonating with palpable tension.
He could not help but clench his grip on the flaming sword, the knuckles of his gauntleted hand tightening around the hilt. In the next heartbeat, the remaining figures materialized beside the duo, their arrivals marked by bursts of energy and light.
They were an imposing assembly: the Emperor of the Six Sacred Races along Angar, General Casidius, the Diamond Saint Duke, Bloodless #1, Lord Kabuto, and Lord Zanguinis.
These thirteen figures were the most powerful warriors of Aether, the legendary Thirteen Stars of Doomsday.
During the war against Dark Sky, they had stood by the size of the Scarlet King, facing the most dangerous enemies.
Gabriel surveyed the assembled group, his eyes eting each of theirs in turn.
He could feel that the power of each one had grown imnsely since they last faced such a monuntal threat.
Yet, despite their combined might, the ominous words looming above carried a soul force that greatly surpassed the limits of the Divine Transformation Ranks.
The sheer magnitude of the power embodied in those words seed capable of crushing them all.
However, there was no fear in Gabriel’s soul-only resolute determination.
His eyes began to glow with a fierce red light, mirroring the intensity of his spirit.
“Prepare yourselves to burn your life force and souls!” he declared, his voice echoing across the vast expanse.
It was not the first ti the Stars of Doomsday had heard this command.
They had pushed themselves beyond their limits in their last battle against Dark Sky.
Back then, they had the Scarlet King ready to heal them, to restore what they had given up.
Now, there was no such assurance.
Yet, none of them hesitated.
A red light burst through their eyes as their collective willpower exploded, the determination to give everything they had erging from the depths of their souls.
They began to channel their energies, preparing to unleash their most devastating attacks.
The air around them crackled with power, and the very fabric of reality seed to tremble in anticipation.
Just as they were about to strike, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky.
“ROOOOOAAARRRRR!” The sound was primal and majestic, a clarion call that resonated through every fiber of their beings.
Startled, the Thirteen Stars of Doomsday and all those below looked up to witness an awe-inspiring sight.
A massive, eighty-thousand-ter-long demonic snake coursed through the heavens, its scales shimring with dark radiance.
The creature lunged toward the ominous words!
Recognition dawned upon the faces of the warriors.
Although it was much larger and more powerful now, they knew this demonic creature. “The Scarlet King’s Alter Ego!” Gabriel could not help but shout, and his voice filled with relief and exhilaration.
The realization filled the hearts of everyone present with renewed hope and confidence.
As long as the Scarlet King was present in so form, there was no enemy they could not overco.
On the ground below, Rylanor and Magnus stood side by side, their youthful faces illuminated by the eerie light of the sky.
Gazing upward, their eyes glowed with awe and wonder as they beheld the massive snake.
The sheer scale and power of the creature were beyond anything they had imagined.
High above, the Leviathan’s eyes were focused solely on the ominous words that dominated the sky.
The soul force emanating from the words was a darkness so profound it seed capable of swallowing the heavens themselves.
The snake’s massive form coiled around the words, encircling them with its sinuous body.
The Alter Ego’s eyes were cold, glowing with an inner light that spoke of power and a gluttonous force.
There was a palpable tension as it faced off against the ominous words, both entities exuding energies that dwarfed anything the warriors below could muster.
Yet, despite the anticipation of a cataclysmic clash, nothing happened.
Silence reigned as all eyes remained fixed on the heavens.
The warriors and onlookers alike held their breaths, waiting for the inevitable explosion of power.
But instead of colliding, the auras of the massive demonic snake and the ominous words began to resonate with each other.
Waves of energy flowed between them, intertwining like threads of fate.
Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.
Confusion spread as they struggled to comprehend what was unfolding before them.
“What’s happening?” Angar muttered, his brows furrowed in bewildernt.
General Casidius narrowed his eyes, analyzing the situation.
“Their energies…
they’re synchronizing,” he observed.
“What does it an?” Zero Mint asked, gripping his weapon tightly.
What surpassed the understanding of the people of Aether was that they were witnessing two incarnations of the sa person.
One represented his willpower and ego-his core nature and path-while the other embodied his destiny and essence.
The truth was that those ominous words that seed capable of shredding the world in destruction belonged to the sa man who had given birth to the demonic snake.
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