Chapter 433 - 383: The Glory of Battle! Grasping Second Domain Power! Five-Star Peak

BOOM—!

Like a meteor striking the ground, a violent tremor—like an earthquake—ripped mercilessly through the massive Stereoscopic City!

No one could even make out the trajectory of Atlas as he plummeted toward the ground.

When the tens of thousands of fleeing citizens looked back at the sky, all they could see was the white mist left behind after a sonic boom tore through the rain, and in the distance, the warzone where city blocks were collapsing one after another, sending dust and debris flying everywhere!

And the Emperor’s Angel, standing high above the church and bathed in what looked like blood, was so dazzling at this moment, so... terrifying!

Mortals could not comprehend the power levels of the Extraordinary World, but they could judge a person’s strength by the battle’s aftermath.

A Demigod walking among men.

Such a title was a true reflection of what they were witnessing!

But when Divine Spirits clash, mortals suffer.

Although the battle had never directly affected them, the city district had now become a warzone for two ’Demigods,’ and the heart of every Mortal was filled with terror.

"Emperor, protect me..."

"Liya! Liya—! Mommy’s here, where are you?!"

"Damned lowlife! Get out of the way!"

The already narrow streets were crammed with panicked, fleeing crowds.

There was shoving and trampling, people hurling insults at one another. Even with the arrival of the Defense Army, the scene remained utter chaos.

On another street.

Thousands of Imperial Citizens watched in absolute horror as the buildings around them collapsed in a domino effect. When the first woman let out a terrified scream, the entire crowd instantly descended into chaos.

The power wielded by these two ’Demigods’ who had descended from the sky was far beyond their comprehension.

It could only be described as world-destroying!

Even though rebel spies hidden in the crowd had already reported the incident to their headquarters and requested support, Reinhardt’s landing in Cyrenaica was no secret to begin with.

What they didn’t know was that the heretic the Priests spoke of—the one who blasphemed the Divine Emperor—was actually an ally sent by Claudius to intercept Reinhardt!

Of course, the Mortals didn’t know, nor did they care, who ruled this planet.

After all, to the billions of people on this planet, a local gang leader or even a National Church Priest from an Upper City church was the most important figure they would ever meet in their entire lives.

A figure like Reinhardt, who bore the honor of the Great Tutor of Vengeful, was someone whose name the history books of these Mortals were not even qualified to record.

At this moment, Atlas lay sprawled in the ruins of a building. The Extraordinary Weaponry·Battlefield Death God that should have been protecting his head, a construct of self-repairing metal, now had a large hole melted through it. Even though his power supply was running at full capacity and had already consumed over half its reserves, the damaged section showed no signs of repair.

His jaw and the cheekbone on the left side of his face were completely shattered, caved inward.

Atlas felt no pain. His thoughts were a chaotic mess. He struggled to get up, but his body felt as if it had lost all its strength. The left side of his body, in particular, was beyond his control, refusing to obey his commands.

Rain washed over his face.

A mixture of slime and blood dripped sluggishly down.

Until his consciousness cleared.

He lifted his head and saw a terrifying figure bathed in Blood Flame, slowly descending from the sky to stand before him.

Just like the terrible shadow that had loomed over his entire life.

It left him breathless.

His face contorted in a ferocious snarl as he tried to fight back. But even after his modifications, his was still the body of a Mortal, utterly unable to withstand such damage. That undying fly Sipia had managed to escape in a ship even after his heart and lungs were pierced.

Unfortunately, Atlas’s regenerative abilities were nowhere near the level of an Earth Knight’s Physique.

He was just a consumable, mass-produced piece of War Armament, like the ships and tanks of the Human World.

"You..."

Even now, Atlas couldn’t understand why he had failed. Lord Enok had clearly told him that his strength was enough to easily contend with Reinhardt, but why...

Having lost his free will, he would of course never know or understand that this battle was merely an experiment for Silencer Enok—a test to verify the data parameters of the War Armaments for the Gods’ Plan.

And it wasn’t the first time.

Reinhardt looked down into Atlas’s eyes and said coldly, "The strong never need to prove anything to others. I had countless ways to kill you, Atlas.

Battle itself is a form of glory.

So, I still gladly accepted your challenge.

But you, you have no honor to speak of."

Atlas tried to retort, but he could no longer speak.

From the day he left the laboratory, he had been pursuing free will, seeking recognition and praise from Silencer Enok. But with this defeat, it had all turned to dust.

As the moment of death arrived, Atlas gazed up at the sky, the cold rain lashing his face. His thoughts seemed to drift back to his difficult years on the Bator World, pursuing the path of a Wizard.

’Lord Enok, my master, please forgive my incompetence...’

The War Axe fell.

A head went rolling.

The rain washed the blood from the axe blade. Reinhardt swung it onto his back in a smooth motion. It was a clean execution, with no hesitation.

After finishing off Atlas, Reinhardt turned his head to look at the distant sky. Perhaps from the perspective of a ship, there was no difference between a massive planet and a small town.

But now that he was actually on the ground, the physical distances on a planetary scale were still too vast, even for someone of his current power.