NOVGO.NET Chapter 737: Truth
Chapter 737: Truth
Their auras pressed against his body, forcing him down.
Smoke rippled violently as the invisible force pinned him, bones creaking under the weight.
“How dare an insect like you tell us what to do?” Kram thundered, voice booming like an avalanche. “We should kill you where you stand.”
The man grunted.
His figure was smashed into the marble wall with a violent crack.
His body slid down.
“You can kill me,” he rasped, “but that will only harm you. It will be your loss, not mine.”
The ancient dragons froze.
Their gazes flickered toward one another.
For a long moment, only the echo of their aura roared through the chamber.
Then Kram grunted sharply, withdrawing his aura just enough to release him.
His body was yanked back by an unseen pull, slamming once more into the wall before they fully let go.
Dust shook loose from the ceiling.
“Next time,” Kram rumbled, “you die if you dare command us again.”
The man coughed harshly but forced a laugh.
“Thank you for your generosity in letting me live.”
He pushed himself up, jumping down lightly from the shattered wall.
He brushed himself off, though the haze around him still obscured his form.
He caught Rhaegor-Kul’s sharp stare and chuckled. “Please, Supreme Commander, don’t mind it. Tensions are high, after all.”
The air remained thick, but eventually the atmosphere settled enough for words to resume.
Rhaegor-Kul stayed silent, only folding his massive arms as he waited.
The man spoke first. “I cannot reveal my name for several reasons. But I will say this, I’ve brought all parties here today for a reason.”
The dragons snorted arrogantly, but said nothing yet.
Rhaegor-Kul’s gaze narrowed.
He didn’t interrupt.
“The ancient dragons want to kill the kin of Prime Death,” the man continued. “And so does the Alliance. Our goals align in this.”
His words hung in the air.
“However,” he went on, “the ancient dragons cannot act because of the Deathbounds. If they move directly, they will not be able to kill the kin of Prime Death easily. And the Alliance, despite its resources, has yet to locate Nameless Death.”
“You know his location.” Rhaegor-Kul’s eyes sharpened.
“We do. But revealing that alone is meaningless. Even if you go to him, there is a high chance he will be able to escape. And when he does, he will come back. Vengeance will be inevitable.”
“The Alliance can take care of him.”
The man chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “You don’t understand.
“He can copy any technique. He can create a counter for anything you throw at him.
“He grows stronger with every moment, passively, without lifting a hand.
“He can devour anything, and gain their existence, their memory, their Concepts, and their abilities.
“He is not even a Second Step Heavenbreaker yet, and he is already strong enough to kill the weaker leaders of the Alliance.
“You cannot kill him. It’s impossible. He has more than five types of immortalities. He will manage to revive himself no matter what you do.
“Even if you somehow break his will — which is impossible — and force him to kill himself, he will still reincarnate. This Cosmos can end, but he won’t die.
“And in the rare case you manage to throw him out of this universe so he no longer plagues you, the Supreme of Darkness will crush this universe instantly,” the man explained.
The chamber fell silent.
“…What?”
Rhaegor-Kul’s voice was low, almost disbelieving.
His eyes narrowed as if the words themselves were lies.
Each ability listed had already sounded absurd, almost impossible.
But the last statement froze him.
The man’s tone didn’t waver. “He is the Loved One of the Supreme of Darkness. And he is the Apostle of Gluttony.” Googl search novel⟡fire.net
The words struck harder than any aura.
Rhaegor-Kul froze where he stood, breath caught in his throat. For the first time, he showed surprise.
He did not say anything for several seconds.
Finally, his deep voice rumbled again. “How?”
The man shrugged within the smoke. “It’s a long story. Knowing it won’t change anything. What matters is the threat we face. What matters is eliminating Nameless Death.”
His eyes—or what little flicker of presence they gave—shifted toward the two ancient dragons behind him.
They stirred, their titanic bodies shimmering faintly as their Worlds began to unfold.
Rhaegor-Kul became alert.
His aura sparked at once. He was ready to clash.
“Please,” the man said quickly, “do not be alarmed. They have deployed their Worlds only to ensure no one overhears what I am about to say.”
The Supreme Commander didn’t lower his guard, but after a long moment, he gave a slow nod.
“Go on. I’m listening.”
The man’s tone grew firmer. “I need you to create as much chaos as possible across the universe. The ancient dragons will help you in defeating the Forgotten Suns. While that unfolds, I will deal with the Heavenbreaker Nameless Death.”
Rhaegor-Kul’s brow furrowed, and a harsh snort escaped him.
“So this is your grand plan? I thought there would be some great strategy, but this is it? There are too many problems. First, creating chaos in the universe is impossible. If we cause too much suffering, if too many innocents die, Prime Death will awaken. And—”
“What if I told you he can’t awaken?”
The man cut him off with a calm voice.
Rhaegor-Kul did not take offend at the interruption.
Instead, a different expression came over his face. Something between realization and dread.
Slowly, he turned his head, staring at the ancient dragons. Ancient Dragons who should have been hiding, lest Prime Death himself come for them.
“…How can they move so freely?”
The smoky man spread his hands.
He grinned, and said,
“Because Prime Death is dead.”
The words fell like a thunderclap.
“Prime Death is dead….?”
The words felt so absurd that Rhaegor-Kul felt strange in speaking them.
“That cannot be possible. Prime Death is a Divine. He defeated the Supreme of Darkness and the Devil of Time. He is eternal. How cannot be dead.”