Speed Is King

Within the sphere of power, the old woman’s blue coloured energy swirled in a dominant fashion and pressured Elliot’s grey energy towards a tiny corner of the sphere.

It was clear whose energy was stronger!

“Hmpph. With just that paltry amount of power which cannot stand its ground for even a second, you dare to challenge me? Preposterous! Let me teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” Elise Sands scoffed loudly as she took a step towards Elliot while leaning heavily on her old woman cane.

However, Elliot simply grinned at her and pointed at the sphere wordlessly.

Elise Sands frowned and grudgingly turned her head towards the sphere.

Her blue energy was still dominant, but it was showing absolutely no progress in taking out the seemingly cornered grey energy.

In fact, as the seconds ticked by, Elise Sands could feel her energy being slowly absorbed by Elliot’s!

Elliot’s energy was devouring hers!

And if that’s the case, it was only a matter of time before all of her energy disappeared!

“Whaaaat… That’s… Very good. Very, very good!!” Elise Sands couldn’t help but speak up in an admiring voice. “Truly the rear waves push the forward waves ahead to die on the sands! The new generation will always advance further than the old generation. Well done! I don’t know how you do it, but it is one hell of an achievement!”

“Hmmmm?” Primal Alexander frowned as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening.

However, before he could do it, Saint Dul’Akharat waved his hand and instantly, the sphere of power, along with its contents, winked out of existence, leaving everyone else confused by what the old woman meant with her words.

“Hahahahaha! If this is how it is going to be, then whatever you say, goes! I shall not kill this little tree punk then. But my purpose remains unchanged. To rule in times of emergencies, one must rule with an iron fist. There is no room for dilly dallies. Am I clear?” Elise Sands pointed one finger upwards, and instantly, a freakish wave of energy erupted from her and lifted every single Primal present, off their seats and into the air!

Crack!!

Crack!!!

Crack!!!!!

Elise Sands broke exactly a single arm bone from every single Primal seated around the table that was not part of Elliot’s little group!

True, a single broken arm meant absolutely nothing physically to these powerful Primals.

But the message sent was crushingly clear.

“I am able to kill you all with a thought. Obey, or die.”

Dominance!

Pure, unadulterated dominance!!

BAM!!

Elise Sands released her hold on the Primals, and they all fell back to their seats with a bang.

“So, little boy. How do you want things done? Now that you’ve shown me you have the right to lead us all, you need to call the shots and make your decisions clear. Not making a decision is still a decision, I hope you understand that.” Elise Sands said seriously.

My mission would be to annihilate at least five percent of their military production centers within a week, and then ramp it up to fifty percent within two months. That way, we can be sure that they will call off their invasion.” Elliot said as he threw out figures he thought were reasonable numbers.

Which, of course, made Primal Alexander choke in incredulity.

“Five percent within a week?? Do you even know how many millions of planets we are talking about to destroy five percent??” He said. “This is an ENTIRE realm we are talking about! It is equal to our known universe combined with every single universe in existence!”

“With Senior Void Walker here, I am pretty sure distance and time would not be an issue.” Elliot shrugged nonchalantly.

“That… that…” Primal Alexander was frustrated. Elliot’s goal was ridiculous, but his reasoning was airtight.

It was true. With such a powerful Void Walker in his team, he would be able to instantly appear literally ANYWHERE and wreak complete havoc before going on to the next target.

All they needed was a list of general coordinates for their targets, and the nuclear fusion Elliot was able to trigger would do its job.

If they could chain a thousand such attacks each day, within seven days, they could destroy seven thousand star sectors.

And if every single star sector had a thousand military production planets…

That’s seven million planets gone.

Not too far from the goal of 5%.

“A lofty goal. But impossible to achieve.” Elise Sands said very seriously. “I suggest we stick with something small but high impact like assassinating every single leader from every single empire.”

“Leaders are replaceable.” Elliot said in disagreement.

“True. But the process of replacing them would be a nightmare. Civil wars would erupt, armies would be pulled back, and the invasion would be-“

“Delayed, nothing more.” Elliot said firmly. “And when they are ready to attack us once more, they would be on guard against our infiltration attempts. It would be harder for us to do what I want to do. No, our only hope of crushing their plans to invade us is to crush them into fearing us.”

Elliot looked at Elise Sands meaningfully, as if saying “Just like how you crushed all thoughts of rebellion from these Primals.”

Elise Sands looked at Elliot with newfound respect.

Before her was a ferocious young man whose capacity and stomach for genocide and murder equalled hers!

Impressive!

“I agree with your reasoning. The question remains. How can we destroy millions of planets in one week?” She said with a smile full of anticipation.

“Why don’t we take a look at the situation outside and see if what I just did with the Shadow Primal is enough to destroy the heart of any one of their production centers? If it is, we can simply scale it up and repeat it for as many times as we require.” Elliot suggested.

“Ah yes, good idea. I would like to see just how much damage you did to the Gaming Commission’s headquarters. Haha!” Primal Baltang laughed loudly.

His empires happened to be located near the Gaming Commission HQ, and for the longest time, he had lusted after its rich and bountiful planets.

It would suit him just fine if the Gaming Commission HQ were to lose all of its planets. If he couldn’t have it, then no one should have it!

He glanced at Chairman El’Taras, and was slightly surprised at his calm but slightly sour and resigned look. But at the same time, there were also traces of glee in the corners of his eyes.

A deep sense of unease bloomed in Primal Baltang’s heart.