Chapter 411 - 366: This Is a Statistical Annihilation; The Chosen of Great Desire Heaven

Coordinating management, Spiritual Energy communication, formulating tactics...

Koller was undeniably a dedicated, high-level Think Tank for the Imperial Administrative Region, but no one, not even Reinhardt, had ever witnessed his true power.

He had always presented himself as just an ordinary, unassuming Battle Group Think Tank, quietly and diligently handling every task that came his way.

But now.

Everyone realized that this high-level Think Tank was more than just a Commander of Vengeful in charge of the Battle Group’s administrative work.

Outside the blast door.

Caught in the terrifying outburst of Spiritual Energy, Nelom stared dumbfounded as his formidable opponent, Anand, let out an agonized howl after a brief struggle, then exploded into a pile of gore.

The hand holding his sword began to tremble uncontrollably.

He instantly realized that Reinhardt wasn’t the only top-tier powerhouse among the Imperial Knights stationed on the Vengeful Angels’ flagship.

If, when he’d boarded, he had run into that Think Tank Director of Dusk instead of the Reinhardt who had ’reasoned’ with him...

At this thought, a complex mix of fear and relief washed over him. He slowly walked over to Anand’s dismembered corpse and looked down, his gaze complicated, at the formidable enemy he had been fighting to the death just a second ago.

Then, he turned to look down the long, narrow corridor leading to the blast door.

There, the Lord of Ostia, the great warlord Sipia, was embedded in the thick, solid steel blast door, looking utterly wretched and pinned firmly to the wall.

BANG—!

As the spreading Spiritual Power Spectacle gradually faded, Sipia crashed heavily to the floor. He propped himself up on his hands, vomiting great mouthfuls of blood.

Perhaps it was that Flayer Du Ma’s Physique was simply on another level.

The axe blow Reinhardt had dealt Sipia—while not at full strength—still contained fifty percent of his power, and that was without using his Domain Power.

Even though Sipia had broken through during the fight, awakening his fifth Extraordinary Armament to forcibly withstand the War Axe’s onslaught.

But this brutally simple, unadorned chop was still a terrifying blow that he could barely withstand.

And this was one of the few weaknesses of an Extraordinary Knight.

Unlike the supreme defense and powerful physiques of Guardian Knights, or the masterful Body Technique Abilities and lethal methods of Destruction Knights, the offense, defense, and speed attributes of all of Sipia’s Extraordinary Armaments and Special Abilities were far from worthy of his status as a Domain Level Powerhouse.

This was because his Extraordinary Armaments, including his Domain Power, were all of the ’Conceptual Attribute’ type.

The greatest feature of those who wield this type of Special Ability is their ability to utterly crush anyone weaker than them in a one-sided battle. This was especially true for Sipia, an Imperial Knight who was exceptionally skilled at devising tactics.

In actual combat, this regional Overlord’s intimidating presence was a far cry from the pathetic state he was in now, facing Reinhardt.

In other words, when he encountered a brute-force Imperial Knight who overwhelmed opponents with sheer stats, his weaknesses were infinitely magnified the moment his conceptual suppression failed in battle, exposing the poor offensive and defensive capabilities of his Extraordinary Armaments.

With his Extraordinary Armaments severely damaged, Sipia was not only suffering from a splitting headache, but the horrifying injury that had caved in his chest had nearly killed him!

He could clearly feel his broken ribs piercing his left lung and pressing against his heart. If he didn’t find a way to escape and get treatment, he wouldn’t last long, not even with the powerful Physique of an Earth Knight Level.

He vomited another mouthful of fresh blood.

Sipia’s eyes were bloodshot, his right fist clenched tightly, and rage burned in his chest!

Impossible!

This is impossible!

He had made thorough preparations before the battle. He had thought of every possible threat and created a battle plan. How could he still have been defeated by Reinhardt?

’Is it really because I’m not strong enough?’

No...

Sipia slowly raised his head, searching for a chance to escape while his eyes remained fixed on the far end of the dark corridor.

’That bastard must have used some underhanded trick!’

’Otherwise, my Fool’s Domination would never have failed so inexplicably! And those voices I heard when it retreated from Reinhardt’s body on its own...’

Unfortunately.

He wasn’t a Radiant Angel, so he didn’t have the power to see into others’ souls.

Sipia had always believed he’d gotten to where he was today through his own cautious nature and incredible luck.

What he didn’t know was that his life, which seemed so blessed it was like a cheat code from the gods, was in fact just that: he was a genuine Divine Chosen Knight, hidden away in the Ash Soil Star Zone.

As for the two completely different voices he had hallucinated, one came from the Dark Abyss.

The other came from the master of the Sea of Six Evils and Desires, one of the Four Gods: Great Desire Heaven.

Sipia struggled to take a deep breath. The metallic taste of blood in his throat sent him into a violent coughing fit. His gaze flickered to Nelom, who wasn’t far off, and his mind raced, desperate to find a way to survive.

He staggered to his feet, bending over and bracing his hands on his knees.

"I... I know what Claudius is planning. Nelom, help me. Tell Reinhardt... if he’s willing to spare me, I’ll tell you everything I know.

Including the plan."

Nelom was a man of great discipline who never stooped to cursing, but he hadn’t been born yesterday. He knew the traitor was just stalling for time before Sipia had even finished speaking.

With a Think Tank as powerful as Koller on hand, reading the memories directly from Sipia’s mind would be far more efficient than listening to his blather on the bridge.

However, Nelom didn’t rashly advance, eager to kill him and claim the credit. From what he knew of Sipia, the man was notoriously petty and full of dirty tricks. He couldn’t rule out a fake surrender, a ploy to lure him closer and take him hostage.

Of course, more than dying at Sipia’s hands, the Ash-Burning Tyrant was worried that if Sipia did manage to capture him, Reinhardt and Koller might just kill them both.

Then, a Power Boot with a deep black finish stepped through the blast door. The heavy footfalls startled Sipia, making him shudder violently.

He inwardly cursed Nelom for being as cunning as a rat. Suppressing his fear of death, he turned to face Reinhardt, who had followed him out of the blast door.

However high and mighty, however arrogant his posture had been upon his arrival...

...that was how terrified and wretched his expression was now!

In this critical moment, with his greatest asset, Fool’s Domination, unable to control Reinhardt, Sipia had no idea what he could do to survive.

’Am I supposed to fight that Reinhardt with Body Techniques?’

’What a joke...’

He had, of course, received systematic training as a Knight. His skill in Body Techniques was not weak, but in a battle between top-tier powerhouses like this, his abilities were only enough to handle an ordinary Earth Knight. Using them against Reinhardt was simply courting death!

The strength of their respective Knight Powers wasn’t even in the same league.

But Sipia wasn’t prepared to just sit there and await his doom. He still hadn’t used his Domain Power, and he had one last piece of equipment he hadn’t used: the Extraordinary Armament·Raptor Flying Bag!