Sovereign of the Ashes

Suvyth, the world-class longsword, erupted in a blinding flash before flying straight toward the heart of the Gallant Federation’s fleets.

Moments later, a chain of explosions lit up the formation from within, and a blazing inferno swept across the starry expanse.

The destructive power of a world-class secret treasure was laid bare for all to see.

In the hands of an overlord-level being, such an artifact became something entirely different than when wielded by a Rank Four or Five creature.

Following Suvyth’s rampage through the federal fleet, another world-class secret treasure materialized once more in Naeverynk’s grasp.

It was the Twisted Holy Sword, a relic lost since ancient times.

The sword blazed with radiant white light before shooting deep into the heart of the federal fleet formation as well.

The appearance of these two world-class secret treasures dealt a devastating blow to the Gallant Federation while greatly bolstering the morale of the Magus Alliance forces stationed in Netherworld.

More impressively, the two swords had unleashed their power without drawing on Naeverynk’s strength at all.

As if possessed by sword spirits, they fought on their own fiercely.

Such was the might of a civilizational treasure, even though the mirror shard in Naeverynk’s hand was only a fragment of a fragment, and its true destructive power was barely a tenth of its former peak.

After summoning the two epic swords, Naeverynk turned his cold, blood-red eyes toward Kampas nearby.

Raising his Trident of Heaven and Hell, he said coldly, “My Annihilation Mirror can summon swords only three times within a short time, and each summon has to be spaced apart. If you hesitate to fight now, I’ll cut you down.”

Naeverynk’s words nearly made Kampas choke.

There were only Gods of Beastmen who died fighting, never ones who fled!

In the Beastmen World, Kampas held another divine title and possessed its most revered divine ability—the God of War!

His earlier grumbling had merely been venting. When it was time to fight, the God of Beastmen never hesitated.

A blood-colored warblade slowly materialized in Kampas’ right hand.

When the weapon appeared, even Commander Blood River Naeverynk turned his head to take a second look.

Both the Trident of Heaven and Hell and the blade were world-class secret treasures, but the weapon in Kampas’ hand seemed to outshine even the trident.

This was the reason why these two overlords were said to be evenly matched, both in power and in the weapons they wielded.

Beastmen World might have been one of the poorest in the Magus Alliance, but even a dilapidated ship still had a few sturdy nails left.

As one of the most senior large-sized planes in the Magus Alliance and a loyal vassal to the Magus World, Beastmen Plane always ensured that those at the very top never lacked for anything, no matter how harsh or impoverished it might seem!

The truly poor in Beastmen World existed only at the very bottom of its society.

Even the Rank Four and Rank Five beast gods were rolling in wealth...

The moment Kampas’ crimson warblade appeared in the Netherworld sky, the beastmen on the battlefield erupted in roaring fervor.

Those beastmen were all elite, direct descendants of Beastmen World itself.

Otherwise, they would never have followed Kampas so blindly into the very heart of the Netherworld Star Domain battlefield.

The beastmen had nothing but raw strength and their own lives.

A Rank Five Bearfolk God led the charge, tearing off his cloak and even stripping away his leather armor. Bare-chested, he hefted his bronze war axe and roared to the heavens.

In Beastmen World’s ancient traditions, there existed a custom of going into battle without armor.

This practice was meant to display a beastman’s strength and courage.

To some of the powerful, wearing armor was seen as something only cowards did.

True warriors, they believed, should charge straight into the blades, stare death in the eye, and fight relying only on their own bodies.

History, of course, proved that most of these warriors were hotheaded, reckless fools.

In fact, most of them did not live long.

Those who did survive became the elite of Beastmen World.

Take this Bearfolk God, for example. Once he entered his self-induced berserk state, he would likely charge headfirst into a life-or-death battle against a Rank Six creature without any hesitation.

Such was the valor of Beastmen World’s people.

Bom! Bom! Bom!

Thunderous drumbeats boomed from every beastmen formation across the Netherworld battlefield.

Clad in crude, primitive attire, the shaman priests stood atop their colossal familiars and let loose their war songs.

One halo after another from the war songs descended from above!

Halos of Command, Thorns, Berserk, Clarity, Swiftness, Stone Skin... one after another, they manifested at the heart of the beastmen legions.

These legions were made up of Beastmen World natives whom Kampas had personally brought with him.

A qualified Rank One Soul Priest should be able to sing at least six mainstream war songs. With a familiar summoned through their own soul song, they became a formidable force on the battlefield.

Top-tier shaman priests, such as Rank Three Scepter Priests, demigod-level Crimson High Priests, or Rank Four and above beast gods, could master dozens, even a hundred war songs.

Though Beastmen World was known for its barbarism and poverty, its shaman priests had cultivated a remarkable “war song culture” over the generations.

If ordinary beastmen warriors were the weapons, then the rare shaman priests were the brains of the beastmen.

Within the lower strata of their society, shaman priests served not only as divine servants who spoke to the gods on behalf of the common beastmen, but also as the most respected sages of their world.

“Kampas!”

“Kampas!”

“Kampas!”

The increasingly frenzied beastmen legions began chanting their God of War’s name.

Although most beastmen tribes worshiped their own deities, nearly all of them shared one supreme faith—Kampas, the God of all beast gods.

Countless war song halos swept over the battlefield, enveloping not only the beastmen legions but even the Netherworld armies, bolstering their strength as well.

War Priests of Rank Two and above could create more than just halos of blessings—they could also unleash halos of evil, like Debilitation, Power Sap, Chaos, and many more.

However, these halos were only effective on flesh-and-blood creatures. Their impact on the Gallant Federation’s warships and mobile suits was extremely limited.

Beastmen World’s shaman priests were not like the mages of Magus World, who could restore their elemental energy at any moment with potions.

They had to ration every drop of power to support the beastmen legions fighting at the front.

Their wide array of halos showed plainly that these shaman priests were support specialists, not frontline fighters.

Their battlefield role was very different from that of Magus World’s mages.

“For the God of Beastmen—Kampas!”

As the clash with the Gallant Federation’s vanguard drew near, a thunderous voice rose above the other beast gods on the field.

It belonged to Eugene, the green-skinned God of the Half-Beastmen.