Jieluolu’er’s final venomous resentment was like a stone cast into still water, sending faint ripples across the cold void of the cosmos before dissipating completely. Her shattered form—the remnants of a divine demon angel—returned to eternal nothingness.
The “Galactic Cataclysm,” which contained the birth and death of a miniature universe, not only erased every trace of her existence but also left behind a fleeting, brilliant scar of glazed azure within the folds of space, slowly sealing shut.
Eileen floated in the boundless silence, the magnificent robes of the Sacred Magic King shimmering with the illusion of the galaxy. Her eyes, burning with molten gold and molten stars, now softened slightly from their usual indifferent gaze that looked down on the mortal world, reflecting the battered blue planet below—
The site of the Holy Capital, still shrouded in smoke and bloodshed, like a glaring scar on the planet’s surface.
The battle was far from over with Jieluolu’er’s fall. The tidal wave of Abyss Knights continued to batter the faltering defenses of the Empire and the Church coalition. Desperate wails and the clash of metal echoed, as if penetrating the vacuum of thousands of meters, reaching Eileen’s heightened senses at this moment.
“Leifu, Lillisa… Helga… Rosweiser… Serena…”
One name after another silently flashed through her mind. The emotions belonging to “Eileen” stirred faint ripples in her vast, starry consciousness like stones thrown into an icy lake. The absolute reason of the Sacred Magic King intertwined subtly with the bonds and attachments that belonged to Eileen herself at this moment.
No hesitation.
Her figure became a dazzling streak of light, tearing through the freezing vacuum as she dove toward the burning inferno below!
The speed was so great that at the edge of the atmosphere, fiery trails blazed like a falling star, locking onto the battlefield of the Holy Capital—precisely targeting the core area where the Abyss Knights were densest and the Imperial defense was on the verge of collapse!
The Sovereign’s Arrival!
“Boom—!!!”
It was not the destructive impact like when Jieluolu’er summoned her dark titan.
Eileen’s descent carried an air of utmost precision and majesty in control. Her feet lightly touched down exactly in the center of the charging formation of hundreds of snarling Abyss Knights!
The tremendous impact was perfectly absorbed and dispersed by an invisible magical barrier, causing no casualties among her allies. Around her landing spot, a circle of transparent ripples made of pure magic visibly spread out.
The charred earth slightly sank, forming a perfect shallow crater—and she stood right at its center.
Almost the instant she landed—
“Ssskraa—!”
The Abyss Knights nearby, sensing this descending presence radiating an aura that instinctively chilled their souls, let out howls laced with rage and terror!
Hundreds of blood-stained, twisted demon blades, bone knives, and giant axes were raised in unison!
Like a sudden blooming thicket of death made of steel thorns pointed inward! The terrifying killing intent fused with Abyss magic, forming a tangible black storm that surged violently toward Eileen in the center!
In the distance, Helga, who had just been helped to her feet by knights and was trying to regroup her magic to support the defense line, witnessed this heart-stopping scene.
Her heart nearly stopped: “Eileen?! No, that feeling…?!”
She saw Eileen’s eyes—those burning golden pupils flickered with a magical divine flame unlike anything she had ever seen, as if capable of piercing the very nature of the universe!
That was absolutely not the gaze of a familiar, powerless girl—it was the look of a… sovereign looking down upon the mortal world!
Surrounded instantly by hundreds of Abyss Knights seething with murderous intent, Eileen’s face remained calm.
She didn’t even glance at the blades poised to tear her apart.
She only slightly lifted her gaze, her eyes seeming to penetrate the chaotic battlefield, falling upon Helga’s horrified face in the distance—or perhaps just sweeping over the land she was sworn to protect.
Then, she parted her crimson lips, her voice not loud but clear enough to cut through the deafening cries of battle and clashing steel, like the very law of cold justice declaring:
“Kneel, insolent ones.”
Words spoken, law followed!
An irresistible, terrifying gravitational field, heavy enough to crush mountains, radiated from Eileen’s center, precisely enveloping all beings emitting Abyss aura within a hundred meters!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The agonizing sound of bones shattering and armor twisting in torment instantly blended into a cacophony!
Those Abyss Knights, who a moment ago had brandished their weapons fiercely, were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer!
Their massive demon bodies suddenly sank downward, their knees smashing into the charred, hardened earth; kneecaps and leg bones fractured inch by inch under the horrendous pressure!
The heavy armor deformed instantly, embedding deeply into their strong yet overwhelmed flesh!
Like a field of wheat being harvested, hundreds of Abyss Knights fell simultaneously in the most humiliating posture, kneeling before Eileen—the arriving Magic King!
They struggled, roaring in pain and anger, yet could not even lift a finger! The invisible gravitational shackles pinned them to the ground without mercy!
“Gravity magic, before the Sovereign?!” Helga’s scream cracked like tearing fabric. She clung tightly to the knight’s arm supporting her, refusing to collapse, her mind a blank. “So precise! Such terrifying area control?! Only affecting enemies?! Is… is she really Eileen?!”
The scene before her completely overturned her understanding of magic. This was no longer mere tactical magic—it was an overwhelming rule-level suppression!
Rosweiser, being helped elsewhere, watched the proud figure standing in the center of the kneeling tide of demons. She forced a bitter yet knowing smile, murmuring faintly with weary insight, “Indeed, you’re still strong like a… monster…”
That power, that presence, reminded her of a time thousands of years ago.
Eileen’s gaze finally settled on the kneeling, struggling Abyss creatures that reeked of filth and despair.
Her eyes remained calm, as if dealing with a pile of unsightly trash. The absolute reason of the Sacred Magic King told her these souls thoroughly corrupted by the Abyss were beyond salvation.
She slowly raised her right hand, bringing her slender, pale middle and index fingers together and lifting them high, pointing toward the polluted sky.
At her fingertips, a profound darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, began to coalesce and spin.
A clear, calm voice resonated again over the momentarily silenced battlefield, carrying an unshakable will of finality:
“I’m sorry, everyone, but I have no power to save you.”
There was no mockery, no anger in that voice, only a nearly merciful statement of a cruel truth.
“Go to the afterlife.”
As her words fell, her joined fingers swept downward like the stroke of a final judgment!
The highest-level necromancy: Underworld’s Guidance!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding light—only an invisible, soul-deep cold wave, like ripples cast into a still pool of death, spreading swiftly and silently!
Where the ripples passed, time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The Abyss Knights kneeling, struggling, and roaring suddenly stiffened!
Their crimson eyes, ablaze with madness and cruelty, were instantly extinguished like snuffed candles, losing all vitality and turning hollow and dim!
Then, tendrils of twisted, thick Abyss aura, gray-black wisps suspended between reality and illusion—their soul essence—were forcibly ripped from their bodies by an irresistible power!
Hundreds upon thousands of soul wisps, like marionettes pulled by an invisible hand, wailed and twisted, merging into a terrifying gray torrent that surged wildly toward Eileen’s raised fingertips, finally swallowed by that deep, dark light and disappearing.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The soulless Abyss Knight bodies, like puppets with cut strings, collapsed to the ground lifelessly.
Their once-hard demon bodies quickly lost their luster, turning as withered and decayed as dead wood.
One strike was all it took!
Within a hundred meters around her, every Abyss creature was utterly annihilated!