Chapter 1116: Fear of Aro·Qigens! One Arrow Annihilates!

Chapter 1116: The Fear of Argo Qigenz! One Arrow, One Death!

Recalling that crimson saint.

Argo Qigenz felt a surge of dread and envy.

If the Celestial Sovereign was the mightiest lord among the ten thousand clans of the Supreme Will faction,

then the Crimson Saint was the mightiest lord of the Crimson Faction—its apex crimson commander.

No crimson lord stood a chance against that crimson saint.

On the other hand,

upon seeing his sovereign accept his counsel, the general exhaled a deep breath of relief.

He truly feared his sovereign—believing, with such a rare record of victories and commanding an entire crimson empire, that he had the audacity to provoke conflict with the other.

Should anything go wrong, he would have no way to return to Argo, the Divine Master, and face accountability.

At that very moment,

a crimson sentinel suddenly strode briskly into the palace from outside, his face filled with panic and urgency:

"Your Majesty."

"Just moments ago."

"A fleet of ten thousand unknown vessels descended suddenly upon our capital's skies, and from them emerged over six trillion soldiers, more than ten thousand deities, and over a hundred true gods."

"They are now arrayed above the capital, forming battle lines—ready to launch an attack at any moment."

As he finished speaking,

the entire palace fell into an unnatural silence.

Aro Qigens stood bewildered, still reeling from the shock of it all.

Only the general who had delivered the intelligence reacted instantly—his face shifted abruptly, darkening with alarm.

"Six ten thousand billion soldiers?! Over ten thousand True Gods and over a hundred True Gods?!";

"This must be a powerful god-king level lord faction launching an attack upon us!";

"Damn it!";

"Are they not afraid of being eradicated by the Supreme Agreement?";

He could not believe it.

"Their forces seem not to be from a god-king level lord faction."

The Crimson Guard whispered softly.

"Could it be a super-empire level lord faction?!"

The general furrowed his brow.

Yet even the mightiest super-empire level lord faction should not be this powerful, should they?

With such powerful forces and so many divine beings, why stay in the imperial stage when they could directly establish a divine realm?

"It's not an imperial-level lord faction,"

"According to our scouts' assessment, the other side appears to be a kingdom-level lord faction."

The Crimson Guards spoke plainly.

"Kingdom-level lord faction?! Impossible! Wait... the Yangyang Kingdom?! "

"Is it the Yangyang Kingdom that has come to us?!"

The general's eyes widened in astonishment.

Across the infinite realms of the cosmos,

a nation capable of amassing such power merely at the kingdom-level lord stage—besides the Yangyang Kingdom under the Celestial Emperor's stewardship—no one else could possibly exist in such a realm.

"The Yangyang Kingdom under the Celestial Emperor?!"

Aro Qigenes finally snapped into awareness at this point.

The enemy he had been yearning to confront—hadn't he yet sought them out?—had already come to him?

In theory, he should have been filled with exhilaration, with eager anticipation.

But upon hearing the intelligence from the Crimson Sentinels, a deep unease now gripped his heart. The thrill was gone, replaced by a cold, unyielding dread.

"Six trillion soldiers, tens of thousands of deities, and over a hundred true gods."

"Could there possibly be a kingdom-level master force in the vast expanse of the multiverse with such staggering power?"

"Even more absurd—such a force among the master rulers participating in the Universal Will's grand contest of the myriad races?"

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Aro Qigenes murmured these words to himself, then suddenly erupted into a streak of light, bursting from his imperial palace and into the open sky beyond.

Then He lifted His gaze upward.

The very next instant,

His divine form jolted violently, trembling uncontrollably, as if a sieve shaken by unseen winds.

And there, ten thousand kilometers above,

some sixty trillion soldiers stood firm in the heavens.

The vast sky was now entirely obscured—completely, utterly—by these countless warriors.

The phrase "shading the sky" was not an exaggeration; it was a truth etched into the very fabric of reality.

The sunlight from Solstar could no longer pierce through their bodies, unable to reach the ground.

The only light that shone from above now came from the magical radiance, divine power, and the gleaming weapons and sacred artifacts of the soldiers, heroes, and gods of the Sun Kingdom.

They watched, cold and unyielding, the crimson beasts below.

At this moment, their collective gaze bore down like a mountain of a billion tons, stifling the breath of every scarlet monster within the Yaluo Scarlet Empire.

Even Yaluo Chigens, the son of the main god, found his own breath quickening against his will.

He could scarcely conceive of it all.

Still less could he bring himself to accept it.

What they had spoken was actually the truth?!

Could the lordly faction of this Emperor of All Living Beings truly be so terrifying?

The sheer, crushing pressure exuded by the mere soldiers left him feeling utterly defenseless, breeding a profound sense of helplessness within his soul.

If that Emperor were to appear before him in the flesh, he shuddered to imagine what disgraceful display he might succumb to.

Reflecting upon his own might, a deeper dread crept into his heart.

His own strength, though at the rank of a True God, appeared pitifully frail and helpless when confronted by more than a hundred True Gods of the opposition.

And before the vast armies of the other side, her own eight thousand billion Red Soldiers, two thousand Red Beings, and ten Red True Gods seemed but insignificant.

At that moment.

White Yun's voice echoed throughout the entire Yalo Red Empire.

"We are the armies of the Prairiel Kingdom!"

"If you can see the chasm between our forces and yours, then show wisdom and surrender immediately."

"The Emperor has declared—"

"Those who surrender shall not be harmed."

"Those who refuse—shall be utterly destroyed!"

As she spoke the final words,

the tone of White Yun's voice was laced with icy coldness.

The entire Argo Crimson Empire fell silent at that moment.

Many of the wiser Crimson beings, at this instant, stirred with subtle thoughts in their minds.

Arro·Qigens was no exception.

Yet he swiftly severed that fleeting thought.

For generations, the beings of the Supreme Will and the Crimson Lords have been enemies, their relationship as bitter as fire and water.

To survive by surrendering?

That was not so simple.

He would rather fight to the last breath, clinging to a sliver of hope, than believe in the uncertain kindness of his foes.

"All soldiers and deities of the Argo Crimson Empire,"

Arro spoke, his voice echoing through the ears of every Crimson being, "do not believe the false words of the other."

"The other side merely wished to save effort when killing us."

"To truly survive, we must forge a path of blood and sacrifice!"

"This is the only choice we have!"

"This is the choice of the warriors of the Yaro Crimson Empire!"

"All soldiers, divine beings—listen!"

"From this moment on, we enter infinite warfare!"

"As long as we break through and survive, I swear by the name of the divine realm's eldest son, every loss you suffer will be fully compensated!"

"Kill!"

The words had barely finished falling when Yaro swiftly pulled a divine-tier artifact of mid-level god power from his world ring, drew the bow, and nocked an arrow—its tip aimed directly at Bai Yun, standing at the very front.

Whoosh!

The bow resonated like thunder cracking the strings!

A streak of purplish divine light, forged from the arrow shot forth, tore through the air, shattering the fabric of space along its path, carving a blackened corridor that surged toward Bai Yun.

Bai Yun remained calm, drawing and nocking her bow.

Boom!

Under the influence of the military array’s laws,

the power of millions of soldiers, heroes, even deities, surged into his divine body, flooding into his true god-tier subordinate divine weapon—the bow and arrow.

Whoosh!

A faint golden arrow shot forth.

The two arrows collided in an instant, then plunged into the shattered space layer, detonating deep within the fabric of reality—triggering an explosion that rippled across countless miles.

Then a pale golden arrow shot forth from the blast radius, pierced through the spatial stratum, materializing in the present world, and finally pierced through Argo Chigens, who had not yet reacted.

Argo Chigens stared, dazed, at the pale golden arrow embedded in his chest.

Boom!

An incomparable force of military array law surged silently within him, erupting in an instant, annihilating and erasing his divine body and soul, shattering his divine essence.

Argo Chigens' aura rapidly diminished, fading swiftly until it vanished entirely.

He was dead.