“Impossible!” Piccoro, who saw the Gigantic Golem of Destruction, gasped in shock. “How can he be there?! He’s supposed to be imprisoned in Zangrila!”

It was not only him who reacted this way. The three other Saints belonging to the Crystal Palace stared at the projection with fearful gazes because they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“We must alert the Steward at once!” one of the Saints stated.

“Even if we alert her now, there’s nothing that she can do about it,” one of the Saints gritted his teeth in anger. “It’s impossible for her to enter the Domain of the Fallen. But how did that Halfling worm his way there?! Is there another entrance to the Domain that we don’t know about?!”

The four Dragon Born Saints were clearly feeling agitated and for a good reason. When the Dragon Race was still united and living in peace, there came a time when the world was thrown into chaos.

The former Dragon King, the other Supremes, as well as the Saints from every corner of the world, joined hands in order to fight against the Abyssal Invasion.

One of the most powerful creatures that had crossed between the worlds was none other than the very same Primordial Black Golem that they were seeing in their projection.

The Black Golem of Destruction, Anteros, had killed dozens of Saints when it rampaged across the land.

Even Supremes had a hard time subduing the monster, let alone killing it completely as it was a Progenitor Class Existence.

The first of its kind, containing all the powers that surpassed the limits of beings below its rank.

Fortunately, the Goddess of the World helped them subdue this beast with the help of a Supreme Necromancer, sealing its powers, and making it regress to the Empyrean Rank.

Even so, Antero couldn’t be killed because it was simply indestructible.

Using his vast expertise, the Supreme Necromancer, with the assistance of the Goddess of the World, forced the creature into a contract, making it fight for their side.

Although its Rank had regressed to that of an Empyrean Ranked World Boss, the other Abyssal Creatures were unable to destroy it, allowing the people of Elysium to resist the Abyssal Invasion with its help.

Due to the intensity of the battle and the unholy contract that the Supreme Necromancer used to bind Antero, he also met his end in the war.

There was a price to pay for summoning Antero, and that was the Summoner’s lifespan.

Because of this, its ownership changed frequently, but it could only be passed along the lineage of Necromancers, belonging to the Unholy Guild called Memento Mori.

Each time it made its appearance, destruction would follow.

For that was the sole purpose of its creation.

There was also a time when a Necromancer of Memento Mori used this to fight against the might of the Dragon Kingdom and almost succeeded in that battle as well.

If not for the fact that Gaap’s Master intervened to stop the war, the possibility of Karshvar Draconis falling from the sky was already a done deal.

Fortunately, it didn’t happen. However, since then, the Dragon Race had a profound fear of the Golem of Destruction because it was one of the handful of existence in the world that could easily demolish their floating islands from the sky if its Master willed it.

“There’s no way that anyone can beat that thing,” Piccoro sighed. “All the teenagers inside the Gate of Famine are doomed!”

However, just as Piccoro and the rest of the Saints from the Crystal Palace were dreading the inevitable death of their Prince, something unexpected happened.

“The Primordial Golem picked up the rolled-up Giant Turtle and tossed it high in the sky and laughed like a little child as if it’s playing with a rubber ball.”

Seeing this happen, the other Dreadnaught-Ranked Monster attacked the Primordial Golem with its most powerful attack, but it didn’t even make a small dent in the Golem’s body.

Antero glanced at the Godz*lla-like monster behind it with annoyance.

Without warning, it raised its hand and smacked the Dreadnaught-Ranked Monster like a mosquito, instantly turning its entire body to meat paste.

After killing the Dreadnaught Monster like a bug, it raised its hand to catch the falling Giant Earth Turtle with its hand and laughed out loud before tossing it again upwards.

“You can play with it, but don’t kill it, okay?” Gaap ordered. “I have something in mind for it, you hear?”

Antero laughed in reply as if what it had heard was the biggest joke in its life.

“Ai~ you’ve been cooped up too long and don’t want to listen,” Gaap lamented before glancing in the direction of his disciple, who was looking back at him in disbelief.

The corner of Gaap’s lips rose up as he gave Lux a teasing smile, which made the Half-Elf realize that he didn’t really know much about his new Master whom he had met in Zangrila.

“Why are you staring at me like an idiot, stupid Disciple of mine,” Gaap shouted. “Are you not going to greet your Master?”

Lux snapped out of his daze and immediately pressed his palms together before respectfully bowing his head.

“Disciple greets Master,” Lux replied.

The Half-Elf had no idea how Gaap managed to enter the Gate of Famine when he didn’t even use his Guild’s Ability to call him.

What he didn’t know was that, when Gaap accepted him as his Disciple, the ring that the Old Halfling gave him served as a medium that allowed him to instantly teleport to his location with just a thought.

Gaap did this to ensure that his Disciple wouldn’t be bullied by High-Rankers or Saints from any of the Kingdoms or Empires that wanted to antagonize him before he could reach his full potential.

Of course, this ring had a limitation and it would only allow Gaap to appear by Lux’s side once a month.

Since the Halfling knew that the Crystal Palace was able to see what was happening inside the Gate of Famine, he made sure to make his appearance to inform them that he was Lux’s Master, making them think twice about harming his Disciple.

Just as he expected, an uproar happened inside the cavern as the entourage of the Crystal Palace cried out in alarm after they saw Lux bowing to Gaap, recognizing him as his Master.

Even the envoys of the Skystead Alliance, Xynnar War Pact, and Six Kingdoms were shaken after this discovery.

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‘What?! Lux is Gaap’s disciple?!’ Piccoro’s body shuddered after seeing this scene. “D-Damn! Just what is going on here?!’

After seeing how fearful the four Saints from the Crystal Palace were, he didn’t need to be a genius to understand that the old Halfling standing on the Giant Black Golem’s shoulder was someone that he and the Vahan Empire couldn’t offend no matter what.

‘T-This brat has such a Master?!’ Aron exclaimed internally. ‘I better report this to His Majesty immediately!’

It was no secret that the Half-Elf and the Vahan Empire had bad blood with each other. However, if an existence that could even make the Crystal Palace feel threatened would become the Skystead Alliance’s enemy, it could only lead to one end.

Complete and utter destruction of their entire realm!

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Gaap, who had already achieved what he wanted, raised his hand with a smug look on his face, making him feel as if he had returned to his younger days.

A faint ripple spread across the battlefield the moment Gaap raised his hand. A few seconds later, all the dead Monsters came to life and started attacking the monsters who had remained frozen in place due to the pressure Anteros was emitting.

Because of this, they were killed without the ability to protect themselves from the countless Undead that answered the Old Necromancer’s summons.

While Lux could also revive the dead, his ability couldn’t be compared to what his Master was doing right now.

With a simple gesture, he had easily revived tens of thousands of monsters, whose numbers would continue to grow as they killed the other Monsters, who were once their comrades.

This sight made everyone remember how troublesome it was to fight against Necromancer because once they started summoning the Undead, there would be no end to it unless their Master was killed completely.

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Back in Karshvar Draconis, the Dragon King sipped the mug that Gaap had handed him while looking at the projection in front of him.

“Idiot,” the Dragon King then extended his hand to have his mug refilled by one of the Maids that served General Garret’s family. “You’re just shortening your already short life. No wonder you now look like a decrypt old man. Just for the sake of this farce, you act like a clown in front of everyone.”

The Dragon King muttered a few more curses before taking another sip from the mug that was now refilled with beer.

Now that Antero had finally shown itself after decades of absence, he was certain that the organization that had killed Gaap’s Master would break their silence.

“Hah… this is going to be messy,” the Dragon King muttered before drinking half of the beer inside his mug. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, you fool. Are you that eager to meet your Master in the afterlife?”

The Dragon King didn’t know what Gaap was thinking. There were plenty of other ways the old Halfling could have dealt with the situation while showing his might to everyone.

However, of all the methods in his arsenal, he chose the one that could potentially trigger another large-scale war between the Divine Army of Light and Gaap’s Undead Legion, who screamed for vengeance for his Master’s untimely death.