With no resistance, Orson pulled the God-Emperor Sword from the ground.
Cain and Enluka were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
“This… this is impossible! False god, what did you do?!” Cain shouted, his voice trembling with fury and shock.
A sigh escaped from the golden skeleton on the throne, carrying a hint of inexplicable meaning.
“This artifact does not belong to you.”
A prompt appeared before Orson as the God-Emperor Sword seemed to lose its unparalleled power. In an instant, it transformed into a dull, blunt, ordinary blade.
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“I know,” Orson murmured internally. “But technically, part of it does belong to me.”
He extended his other hand, his fingers brushing against the pure white crystal embedded in the golden hilt.
Suddenly, the crystal dissolved into tiny glowing motes, flowing along his fingers into his right eye.
Two streams of radiant light intertwined, and a divine aura erupted from Orson, so powerful it seemed to proclaim him the true master of the hall.
Holding the God-Emperor Sword, his eyes blazing like torches, Orson stood like a god incarnate. Cain was rendered speechless, staring at him in awe and fear.
“The second gift has been received,” Orson muttered under his breath.
“Your power is insufficient; this artifact is not yet yours!”
The God-Emperor’s soul spoke with anger, his previously calm tone now tinged with urgency.
A terrifying curtain of sword energy descended from the dome, accompanied by the furious roars of battle angels radiating divine light. They were like avatars of boundless killing intent, descending straight from the heavens.
This strike was far more devastating than the one that had severed Cain’s legs—it was a force capable of annihilating everything.
“False god, you dare court death!”
Startled, Orson watched as the Crimson Lizard King tore through the Battle Space on its own, spreading its massive wings to shield him.
God-Emperor’s Wrath!
Apocalypse Dragon Breath!
A violent collision erupted as black flames clashed with golden sword energy. The sheer force of the impact shattered the towering pillars around them one by one.
Despite its best efforts, the Crimson Lizard King could only hold out for a moment before its wings were severed by the golden light. The sword energy continued downward, aiming straight for Orson.
At the last moment, two Super God-grade Soul Seals fused into one!
“How dare you!!”
A voice, arrogant and untamed, echoed through the hall.
The golden sword energy sizzled and shattered into fragments, scattering like radiant rain.
The golden skeleton’s soul flames flickered violently, and it spoke in shock: “The Supreme War God of the last era…”
A towering black figure appeared before Orson—a phantom of a War God.
Dressed in flowing black robes, his long black hair billowed wildly in the whirlwind of sword energy. In his hand, he held a black battle spear, its sinister blade dripping blood that hissed as it touched the ground.
Where the blood fell, cracks appeared, revealing a twisted space filled with writhing dismembered limbs and horrifying screams.
Orson’s scalp tingled. He recognized the grotesque remains of countless Heaven Demons!
Enluka: “A god… an immortal god… Forgive my sins!”
The proud Lower Pinnacle Dragon and guardian of Pondenorlin City cowered, curling into a ball, unable to look at the incomprehensible being before it.
Cain’s expression twisted with terror and unease, but he kept his eyes locked on Orson.
It was him.
The black-robed figure from the visions.
Orson whispered to himself, noticing that the black-robed figure was incorporeal, much like the God-Emperor’s soul. It seemed this fragment of the War God’s essence had long resided within the Super God-grade Soul Seal, anticipating trouble when Orson reclaimed it.
“This is the ‘simple’ task of retrieving a Soul Seal from the God-Emperor?” Orson thought, his heart pounding as a wry smile crept onto his face.
“You are not ready.” The God-Emperor’s soul spoke solemnly.
“That is irrelevant. This artifact has been yours for millennia; its time has come to an end.” The black-robed figure replied coldly.
As he finished speaking, the world around Orson blurred, transitioning into a vivid CG scene detailing the God-Emperor’s backstory.
Born the son of a fisherman in Infinite Dimensions, Gaedashiram had lived a humble life until he stumbled upon the Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye.
The Soul Seal didn’t fully resonate with the native inhabitants of the world, but its fragments allowed Gaedashiram to grow stronger.
He rose to prominence in the Light Dragon Empire’s army, earning countless accolades over decades of war.
Unsatisfied with mere fame, he embedded the Soul Seal into the hilt of a golden sword using the god-tier material Primal Meteorite, harnessing part of its divine power.
Thus, Gaedashiram became known as the Sky Sovereign, revered as a god among mortals and ruler over two empires.
But centuries ago, the supreme powers of the two empires conspired to seal him within Bone Dragon Stronghold, along with the Celestial Fortress.
Now, his era of glory had ended, and the time to repay his debts had arrived.
“My mission is complete. I embrace my end… My descendants, protect the lives of Infinite Dimensions’ creatures.”
The God-Emperor’s soul sighed one final time. The flames within his skeletal eyes extinguished, and the Sky Sovereign fell silent forever.
“I have now faded from this space and time. I can only help you this far, Reborn One.”
The black-robed figure turned to Orson, smiling faintly. Blood trickled from his eyes as he reached out, attempting to touch Orson’s shoulder.
But the fragment of his essence dissipated before he could, vanishing into the void.
Orson trembled, moved by the encounter. He called out, “What is your name, elder?”
A long silence followed before a whisper echoed in his mind: “I am Tecumseh.”
The name sent chills down Orson’s spine. His eyes widened in disbelief.
“Tecumseh? Are you saying… you are…”
Orson’s mind raced. If he wasn’t mistaken, Tecumseh was also known as BlazeKing, the War God who had annihilated millions of enemies in history.
This legendary figure was now revealed to have been a Reborn One, just like Orson.
As the realization settled in, Orson felt as though he were dreaming—a surreal connection across time and space with a hero of legend.
Had Infinite Dimensions been open before in a forgotten age? Had humanity’s predecessors already sacrificed themselves for this world?
A notification interrupted his thoughts.
“You have obtained a divine Soul Seal!”
[Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye]: Super God-grade
Passive Skill: Gain +10 HP for each monster killed (Initial cap: +100,000 HP).
Godly Commentary: “What’s wrong with mages having a bit more durability?”
Active Skill: Eye of Truth – Uncover the origins of ancient relics and divine artifacts, and gather critical clues.
Godly Commentary: “What’s wrong with mages having sharp eyes too?”