Chapter 1051 Hunger

Chapter 1051 Hunger

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"Graaaahhh!!!" Amon roared, his voice a guttural echo of fury and defiance. His right hand, grotesquely reshaped into a gleaming, blood-streaked cleaver, slashed through the air with deadly precision, shoving one of his attackers backward. Yet even before the foe hit the ground, Amon's sharp senses flared—another adversary was closing in fast from behind. @@novelbin@@

"Die already, you monster!" bellowed one of the twenty generals, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. His hands gripped an epic, rune-etched weapon, raised high to strike a blow intended to cleave Amon in two with a single swing.

Swish! From the shifting mass of Amon's back, flesh rippled and twisted, coalescing into a needle-like projection that shot out with lethal speed, extending three meters in a heartbeat. This was no ordinary attack; it was one of the extraordinary abilities inherent to the bodies of demon emperors. Their very flesh, blood, and bones could be manipulated and reshaped at will— a grotesque yet elegant weapon forged from their essence.

"Argh!" The general cried out in pain, unable to halt his momentum in time. The crimson needle pierced his eye with a sickening squelch, sending shockwaves of agony through his body. Yet, driven by sheer will, he staggered back just before the blood weapon could skewer his brain.

Swish! Swish! A fresh wave of martial emperors descended upon Amon, their formations tightening like a steel net around him. They advanced cautiously, weapons at the ready, keeping just out of reach of his savage, unpredictable attacks.

Huff... huff... Amon's labored breaths reverberated through the chaos, his massive frame quivering with exertion. Though his soul sense—a constant, all-encompassing awareness compensating for his lack of eyes—provided him with unparalleled perception and lightning-quick reactions, the relentless assault was beginning to wear him down.

Earlier, Amon had stormed into the battlefield's right flank like a tempest, cutting down countless soldiers of the Great Serpent Empire and shattering their intricate battle arrays. His ferocious intervention had given his beleaguered forces a brief reprieve. But it wasn't long before the enemy generals, bolstered by their elite retinues, descended upon him. Like predators isolating their prey, they drew him away from the main battlefield, forcing him into an uneven fight.

The Warlords, meanwhile, fared no better. Each titan fought valiantly against impossible odds, facing twenty imperial guards apiece—far more than their already immense capabilities could handle. Their survival relied on their sheer size, powerful defensive formations, and the countless arrays they'd prepared. But even these defenses were crumbling. The corrosive poison seeping through the battlefield claimed more lives with every passing moment, each fallen warrior weakening the integrity of the War Sovereign formations. The balance of power tilted further with every loss.

An infinite pride shone on Robin's face. "Forget about my forces in Poison Rock, and forget about the fact that I have a comparable number of troops stationed on your other planets, awaiting my signal. I didn't even distribute gravity bracelets to the demons before the battle. Look around as much as you like, Pythor. With the forces you see before you, I'll defeat you today. I'll prove to myself, first and foremost, that my ambition is not a madman's delusion!"

"...You truly are a madman!" Pythor's expression transformed throughout Robin's speech until suppressed rage was evident on every inch of his face. He pointed to a specific direction. "And indeed, your hunger will end in your death today—because of your lack of wisdom, because of your arrogance that surpasses mine!"

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Boom!

The direction Pythor pointed to was where the main army was engaged. The walls there had been breached, and the army of the Great Serpent Empire surged into the city.

"...How unfortunate. Amon has failed. Perhaps I've been backing the wrong person all these years." Robin's eyes turned cold. "No matter. I'll take things into my own hands then."

"You won't take a single step from here," a killing intent gleamed in Pythor's eyes.

"I won't need to." Robin chuckled. With a single thought, two silver portals opened to his right and left, and out stepped two individuals— individuals Pythor knew all too well.

Pythor stood slowly, his eyes wide open in shock. "...Marshal Lonta? Marshal Snite?!"