Two opposing energy pulses collide creating endless chaos. For a moment, the whole space suddenly turned off the sun, nothing but darkness enveloped it, then immediately flashed to the extreme, the whole sky and everything under it was covered with a layer of absolute white light. Following the rotation of light was an explosion that shook the heavens and the earth. The shockwave almost destroyed everything on the continent. Lapunta himself was reacted by this shock. He was shot into his throne, with all of his bones broken. But it didn't matter, what he needed to know right now was whether the three of them were dead or not!
In the haze of dust before his eyes, a fragment of the Pyrossid shield flew up in front of Lapunta. As the dust gradually dissipated, three shadows gradually appeared. The one in the center who stood up first, was none other than Reind. He slowly walked over to Lapunta, with the other half of the shield in his hand. Both Victoria and Phalanx were also unharmed. All three steps forward like saints. Reind walked over to where the other half of the Pyrossid was thrown away, then gently put the other half down with it, trying to put them together. The three of them did not need to hurry, because in front of them, the Emperor was no longer a threat, he was just an old man waiting to die.
Lapunta looked at the three of them rushing over with murderous intent, and could only smile faintly:
“Even if you kill me today… one day I will return.”
Victoria looked at him expressionlessly, shook her head and replied:
"You don't have to worry," she took a deep breath, then pulled out a piece of his true soul, continuing. “Then there will be others who will stand up to you like us!”
With that, she threw the soul fragment into the sky, at the same time Phalanx used Qolor to destroy it right in front of Lapunta. The fragment of the soul shattered into many pieces and disappeared into the air. Lapunta could only glare at it being annihilated without being able to do anything. He no longer had the appearance of a tyrant, a supreme Emperor. He was just an old man with leprosy waiting for his last breath.
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Lapunta looked at them and only smiled faintly. He rested his head on the throne he had dreamed of as a child. Lapunta he went from daydreaming, to ruling, to becoming a defeated king. But there was no trace of sadness or fear on his face. He… on the contrary, had a relaxed expression on his face. For Lapunta, the beginning and the end are the same, all leading to a new story. And in every story that is handed down, he will be the most evil, terrible villain in their minds.
He smiled at the Phalanx standing before him, the Qolor ax in his hand just waiting for his head. Lapunta smiled and sang a prayer for immortality:
“Long Live The Em...”
Before Lapunta could finish his sentence, he suddenly fell silent, only to see that his head was slashed by a Qolor blow to the ground. His head was scattered on the ground like garbage. The Phalanx dropped the ax on the ground, stared blankly at the headless neck that spewed out columns of black blood, and said:
"I don't fucking care!"
The whole sky fell into silence. The sun goes down. Everything has returned to their original spin. Reind and Victoria looked at each other and said nothing. Only Phalanx remained silent. He had never been like that, but neither Reind nor Victoria wanted to interfere. They all knew he needed some space. A space to be silent, because the person he loved the most is no more...
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At eleven o'clock at night, on August 23, 1258, Emperor Lapunta was officially destroyed, marking the end of 118 years of the Lapunta Dynasty.