Treehouse moaned in pain as it observed its own body severed into seven parts. The agony was nothing like it had ever felt. It was like watching your own soul forcibly cut into seven pieces.

The seven parts began to float, then blue chains — thick as the bark of a World Tree, made of unknown metals — appeared out of existence with a clicking metallic sound, binding the seven Kingdoms to each other.

All was in chaos.

Many of the elves fell away from the cracks, disappearing into the abyss below, where they would either be killed by still-living void beasts or by the environment itself.

Those who managed to find themselves in one of the seven Kingdoms were no better.

Most were kneeling, unable not only to bear the weeping of the Will of Treehouse, but also the pressure that was being exerted on their souls.

The Worldborns, all of them standing at the Myriad Creator rank with at least two Laws understood, watched with trepidation dripping from their eyes.

The father of Orien Worldborn, also known as the Sword of Luelle, took in the sight of his world with cold green eyes.

The surrounding area was drowning in a chorus of voices, both the cowards crying to flee and the courageous wishing for nothing but to fight, their war cries rising with bloodied eyes.

Aurelia was hovering in the middle of the seven Kingdoms, where the chains coalesced to form a throne.

Her appearance had changed.

She now wore blue battle armor that framed her body perfectly. Seven swords, each one different in shape and energy, hovered behind her like wings made of steel.

Her head was crowned by a metallic halo, while her eyes were bleeding blue luminous light.

The Sword of Luelle looked at her, standing in the third Kingdom.

"You are making a mistake, First Abomination." He said, his voice reverberating all over.

Seeing their master calm and steady, some of them instinctively began to believe that not everything was lost.

Beside the Sword of Luelle, Eric, Malrik, and Rouge stood, now having succeeded in climbing high enough in rank to stand beside the very Sword of Luelle.

"We might have lost our Progenitor, but so did you." He continued, his voice growing colder and colder, "And don't think you are strong enough to go against an entire race by yourself. You would be a fool."

"Then a fool I will be." Aurelia's voice was flat, with no emotion behind it, "There is nothing in this universe that will stop me from killing all of you today."

She declared it. The Worldborns' eyebrows tightened furiously.

"And if you think I am alone..." The First Abomination continued, then for the first time let out a smile. Though it was so empty it sent a shiver down their spines.

"Then you are not very knowledgeable about what a Lord is."

Instantly after her words, on each of the seven Kingdoms, at the top of mountain hills that emerged from the ground under Aurelia's power, roars erupted, ripping through the air mercilessly.

The Worldborns pivoted their bodies in sudden apprehension, watching as, on each hilltop, a being was floating.

Some were male, others female, all wearing armor and weapons of different colors.

And all of them were at the rank of Myriad Creators.

"Let's begin." Aurelia ordered.

And the seven Lords obeyed their High Lord. Their movements blurred, rotting away the air with such intensity that the space behind them became void itself.

A resounding explosion cratered the surroundings.

The elves shrieked, each one scrambling to take a battle stance, intending to fight back.

Yet most of them didn't even have the time to grip their weapons tightly before they found themselves as mangled flesh and bone, flattened against the ground.

Some were severed into billions of pieces, their souls killed.

Others had their souls pierced by spear thrusts.

Others were burst into rain of blood and flesh by the war cry of a Lord carrying a huge hammer on his shoulder.

The Sword of Luelle watched with sudden dread. His power, and that of those around him, was already erupting as they witnessed the scene in front of them.

There, the Lord of the Kingdom they were standing in — a female with yellow skin holding two rapiers — was butchering their clansmen with such beautiful swordplay that it would have been a crime to interrupt it.

Each of her strikes invoked the Law of Movement, making it seem as if she was always ahead of time itself. Added to that was the Law of the Unseen, which rendered her sword attacks invisible and undetectable by any means.

And then, the Law of Seven.

A Law that made it so that after seven well-landed strikes, the eighth would undoubtedly be a killing blow.

No matter what.

"This—!"

The Sword of Luelle opened his mouth to speak, only for a gurgling sound to escape it. He froze. Wide-eyed, he turned his head mechanically to see Eric, a blade already buried deep in his throat.

"H-How?" the Sword faintly inquired.

"Let's not make it long." Eric whispered mercilessly into his ear.

He was not the only one.

Malrik and Rouge — with their true appearances now visible for all to see, marking them as Elysiari and human — killed the nearby Myriad Creator Worldborns while all of them were focused on the Yellow Lord.

Rouge was laughing maniacally, blood on her face. Malrik was summoning the dead.

Around them, the other elves were transfixed by such a scene.

"It was nice knowing everything about your race." Eric finished, before slicing the head of the Patriarch of the Worldborn from his body.

Just at that moment, the Yellow Lord appeared and spoke, "Easy! Easy!" She said, then raised her two swords to kill the soul of the Patriarch…

…only for everything to stop at the world-shaking roar of a dragon.

ROOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR!

Aurelia, standing still in the middle while watching the slaughter of elves, had her eyes widen, then snapped upward.

A slow, ragged breath escaped her lips.

There, a dragon as big as multiple Prime Worlds stacked together appeared. So gigantic that there was nothing else one could see that bested it.

On her back were etched twenty pairs of wings, wide and encompassing, each flap of them seeming to make the universe quiver.

The dragon's scales were shades of intense crimson that glimmered like polished jewels. Atop her head was a multitude of crimson horns forming a stunning crown.

There were three eyes, one on the forehead. Two of them were slit black with runes swirling inside, while the one on the forehead was completely white.

And all three were fixed on Aurelia.

Esmeray, the Mother of Dragons and Progenitor, was here.

"I will not allow it." The Mother of Dragons roared, her very presence forcing the battle into a standstill.

Eric, Malrik, and Rouge were all forced to their knees, the pressure upon them feeling as if they would die, their souls on the verge of exploding simply by being near a Pinnacle.

Blood blossomed and began to pour down.

"We already have enough problems with intruders at our door." Esmeray continued, her voice carrying a distinct note of anger, "We will need every kind of strength for this endeavor. So, First Abomination, will you retreat?"

Aurelia's eyes were like death itself. Without uttering a single word, her aura began to spike, reaching a staggering level, and her golden book appeared behind her.

"Today," Aurelia growled, "will be the end of the Worldborn. I have given my word on this matter, and I shall keep it."

Her voice was like a decree.

"And your word means nothing in the face of the fate of the universe." Esmeray grated.

"Understanding the reason behind your hatred for the elves, and some consideration for the Madman killing many void beasts, are the only reasons I am allowing you to speak in my presence, little girl."

The Progenitor paused, and Aurelia could feel her golden book straining under Esmeray's pressure.

A ripping sound echoed. Her book was being destroyed.

She balled her fists until her knuckles turned white, blood seeping down.

Now Aurelia understood why Noah sacrificed everything.

Because at that moment, standing before a Progenitor felt like standing against the entire universe itself.

And the truth could not have been clearer.

All Progenitors were Pinnacles. They were beings who held fundamental aspects of the universe and governed them.

They stood at the very top of all things.

That was why…

"You cannot fight me, little girl. And you would be arrogant to believe you can do the same as the Madman. We have learned our lesson now." Esmeray said, her slits narrowing further and further until they were almost impossible to see.

"And I am in no mood to bargain with you."

"So you will do yourself a favor, and retreat."

"If not?" Aurelia whispered, her voice strained with hidden fear.

Her Lords stood behind her, their weapons ready for a meaningless fight.

"I didn't come here to retreat." Aurelia added.

'I failed Noah once. I won't fail him twice.' She added in her mind, steeling herself despite the urge to flee.

If she ran now, she would die from guilt. She had already had enough of it.

Esmeray looked deeply at her, then slowly spoke with a voice that shattered all seven Kingdoms into a rain of stone, forcing Aurelia to cough blood.

"Then you leave me no choice, First Abomination."

The Mother of Dragons cracked her jaw wide open. In that instant, it felt as though the entire universe was being sucked inside.

Eric, Malrik, and Rouge exploded into rain of blood at the mere sight of it, their souls destroyed.

Aurelia felt a lump of instinctive fear lodge in her throat as, within the boundless depths of Esmeray's mouth, she witnessed the coalescence of a horrendous dragon breath.

"Your Elysiari faction is nothing but trouble." Esmeray echoed. "You will doom us with your folly before our enemies even reach us. So…"

The universe paused.

"You need to die."

The breath of the Mother of Dragons was released.

Aurelia didn't even have time to use her power before the red light of the breath reached her.

Everything detonated, becoming a world of red as the breath swallowed all.

And at that exact moment, in the depths of Hell, Asaemon suddenly paused in his tracks, his eyes widening in absolute shock.

"No… no… no…" he repeated, his heart slamming against his ribs like a mad beast seeking escape. "N-No, it cannot be!"

He fell to his knees, clutching his head so tightly his fingers dug into his scalp, tears of blood flowing in torrents.

Around him, the Demon Lords watched in horror, unaware of what had happened, yet feeling a dreadful change in the air.

Yet Asaemon was not the only one.

Because in a part of the universe devoid of mana…

A certain world began to echo with a mournful cry.

—End of Chapter 460—

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