Novel Full Chapter 1600 Grand Sovereign
Chapter 1600 Grand Sovereign
“What is going on here?”
Rhexan asked with a deep frown. “None of us know. We’re waiting for him.”
At the Abyss Archduke’s response, Rhexan simply chose a seat and settled down, deciding there was little point in speculating when the one who summoned them had yet to arrive.
“I thank you all for coming.”
After several minutes, the doors swung open as the voice sounded, and a slender man with green hair and matching eyes advanced into the room with a calm, almost leisurely smile resting on his face.
“What is this, Edras? Why did you call us here?”
The Iron Archduke asked, his deep frown making it clear he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.
“Hmm… looks like none of you have heard yet.”
“Heard what?”
“Atticus Ravenstein is here.”
“!!!”
The eyes of the Archdukes constricted as a heavy, oppressive silence settled over the room.
“…Are you certain?”
Rhexan asked slowly after a moment. His fists were clenched beneath the table as he forced himself to remain seated.
“I am. He arrived minutes ago. From what I can tell, he intends to participate in the resource wars.”
Another wave of shock rippled through the gathered Archdukes. The image of Atticus slaughtering hundreds of gods during his ascension was still vivid in their minds. It was an unforgettable scene and none of them had expected that he would become relevant to their own affairs so soon.
“What kind of person is he, really? Didn’t he just ascend to the Span? How could he possibly get here this fast…?”
At the Abyss Archduke’s muttered disbelief, the others could only shake their heads in silent agreement.
The structure of the Span made every ascent incomparably harder than the last. At the very bottom, only a single territory bordered one’s world. Ascending once turned that into three. Conquer all three and ascend again, and four territories would border the ones below, with another three above. The higher one climbed, the more territories pressed in from all sides, and with them came an ever increasing number of enemies and invasions that needed to be repelled.
In simple terms, ascension demanded time, years, even decades of careful planning, just to earn the chance to reach the mid parts.
What Atticus had achieved defied that logic entirely.
“He’s dangerous…” the Abyss god muttered quietly.
“And that’s precisely why I called you all here.”
The Archdukes turned toward Edras as he stepped forward, now standing at the head of the table.
“It’s no secret that the boy slaughtered an ample number of our gods during his ascension. Beyond that, he climbed the Span at a pace never seen before. He’s an anomaly, one that could explode in our faces if we choose to ignore him. He needs to be dealt with.”
Screechh.
“…Hm?”
Edras’s brows knit together as two Archdukes abruptly rose from their seats and began making their way toward the exits.
“You’re leaving?”
“It’s against our doctrine to band together against any enemy. Dangerous or not.”
The iron Archduke replied calmly. “I see. Then what about you?”
The second figure was Rhexan Virex, whose body now radiated a faint, steamy heat as he walked.
“This meeting is a waste of my time,” he said coldly. “That bastard is nothing more than an upstart who’ll soon be shown his place.”
“…hmm.”
Edras let out a quiet sigh.
Wamb!
The doors to the room suddenly burst open without warning, and a man stepped inside. The eyes of every Archduke widened the instant they laid eyes on him.
Condensed flaming attire clung to his imposing build, and a scorching figure rolled off him in waves, warping the air around his body as though the world itself struggled to accommodate his existence.
“G-Grand Sovereign!”
Rhexan sank to his knees instantly, bowing with rigid respect. Around him, the other Archdukes were still reeling from the shock, some instinctively rising to their feet while others froze where they sat. It was an expected reaction.
The Span was divided into three parts, and so too were the ranks of those who ruled it. The lower regions belonged to Dukes, beings who governed five to thirty million minor worlds. Above them were the Archdukes of the mid parts, each commanding between thirty-one and eighty million. And finally were the rulers of the summit, the Grand Sovereigns, whose wills were so vast and overwhelming that Archdukes could not even move freely in their presence.
The rank itself was so rare that only a handful of beings across the Span had ever reached it. And though the man before them belonged to a rival faction, there was not a single Archduke present who did not recognize him.
Grand Sovereign Ashkarion, the highest ranking member of the Redflame faction across the Span.
“Sit.”
“Y-yes, Grand Sovereign.”
Rhexan hastily rose and retreated to his seat, careful not to draw any further attention.
“You as well.”
“Hrk—!”
Ashkarion’s gaze settled on the Iron Archduke, and the pressure intensified instantly. The man gritted his teeth as sweat beaded down his temple at the weight resting on him. By all logic, the plane will should have suppressed any being descending from the summit to match the power ceiling of their current location. Ashkarion should have been no stronger than an Archduke here.
Yet his presence remained utterly overwhelming.
To the shock of every Archduke watching, the Iron Archduke, renowned for his unyielding pride, finally nodded, his movements stiff as he returned to his seat.
“You Redflames are always entertaining to watch. There’s something about your obsession with dominance that never fails to amuse me.”
A second figure stepped into the room, his azure hair swaying lightly as glowing crimson eyes swept over the gathered Archdukes.
“Nature’s Spawn!”
The Archdukes trembled in shock. Crimson eyes and blue hair, what was a direct descendant of the Nature King doing here? Even setting that aside, the sheer weight of his presence made his identity unmistakable.
Grand Sovereign Eldros, the highest ranking member of the Nature faction in the Span.
“I pay my respects to the Grand Sovereign…”
Edras fell to one knee immediately, bowing with deep reverence.
“Edras. You’ve done well, as always.”
“I’m merely carrying out my duties, Grand Sovereign.”
“Hm.”
Eldros gazed down at him with clear fondness, the look one might reserve for a favored pet.
The remaining Archdukes were completely frozen. One Grand Sovereign appearing was already beyond reason, but two, especially with one of them being a Nature’s Spawn, shifted the entire weight of the meeting into something far more dangerous.
The Nature King’s kin were known throughout the middle planes as monsters wearing human skin, objects of fear wherever they set foot. With the appearance of not one but two such overwhelming figures, the Archdukes instinctively began to reassess the true significance of this meeting.