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Lights blinked, and explosive music filled the air, celebrating the reckless energy of youth.
Amidst the shifting shadows, the scene resembled a place any Earthling would call a chaotic dance of demons.
Beneath a crimson cloak, a deathly pale face emerged.
One hand held a glass of blood-red wine, the stark contrast between the pallid, withered palm and the vibrant crimson liquid creating a striking visual.
A finger tapped lightly on the bar, his gaze fixed on the frenzied revelry unfolding before him—though, to call it a "dance of demons" was undoubtedly unfair.
These beings hailed from countless planets and diverse civilizations, their lifeforms as varied as the stars themselves. To lump them together under such a derogatory label would be a profound injustice!
After withdrawing his gaze from the crowd, the crimson-cloaked figure took a sip of the blood-like wine, a crimson drop sliding slowly down the corner of his mouth.
Just then, a thunderous roar erupted from the entrance. Regardless of their civilization, every eye in the room snapped toward the doorway, and the music abruptly ceased.
A colossal figure, wielding an axe of almost comically overpowered proportions, stormed into the bar.
The thunderous crash came from him smashing the door with his axe.
The massive figure staggered into the room, and anyone who met his gaze immediately lowered their heads, feigning ignorance like ostriches.
Too dangerous to provoke!
"It's the Son of Thanos!"
"Damn it, that brute's back again."
"I'm feeling a bit unwell tonight... Hmm, if you're willing, let's leave this place and find somewhere more romantic to spend the night. What do you say?"
Whispers rippled through the crowd, but the behemoth ignored them all. In just two strides, he reached the bar and settled onto a chair perfectly sized and positioned for him.
His icy gaze swept over the scarlet-cloaked figure beside him, and he barked, "Leave!"
The cloaked figure glanced at him wordlessly, drained his glass, and tapped the table lightly. "Thank you for your generosity."
With that, he rose and left the bar.
Big bodies don't necessarily mean big brains. The owner of the crimson cloak's words left the hulking man pondering for ages, only to realize he hadn't understood a word of it. Undeterred, he gleefully demanded another round of drinks.
But just as the drinks arrived, before he could even take a sip, his expression suddenly darkened. "That guy from earlier... could he be planning revenge?"
No one answered his question, nor did he expect anyone to. Grabbing his massive axe, he charged to the bar's wall in two strides. With a mighty swing, he smashed the wall to pieces!
He rammed his shoulder through the gaping hole, reducing it to rubble as he bulldozed his way out, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
He initially assumed his quarry had already fled.
But then, a flicker of crimson caught his peripheral vision. "Stop right there!" he roared.
No sooner had he uttered the words than the red blur vanished in an instant.
How could the hulking man tolerate such defiance? With a roar of fury, he braced his legs and launched himself into the air!
The leap was astonishing, spanning countless spatial dimensions. It even startled a hovering car defying aviation laws, causing its driver to jerk the steering wheel, sending the vehicle crashing into a nearby building.
The behemoth remained oblivious to his surroundings, his gaze locked on the crimson flash in the corner of his eye. He landed, leaped again, sprinted wildly, and pursued relentlessly!
He wouldn't give up!
During his frenzied chase, he suddenly noticed the crimson figure had stopped moving. As the behemoth plummeted from mid-air, he swung his massive axe downward in a devastating strike!
The red-clad figure stood motionless on the ground. The axe crashed into him, yet his pale face didn't even flinch.
Before the behemoth could register triumph, a faint explosion erupted.
But the power of the blast defied its quiet sound.
A ferocious shockwave tore through the air, instantly hurling the behemoth skyward.
As he flailed mid-air, already seething with rage, he heard someone calling his name from behind. Turning, he saw the crimson-mantled figure standing there, waving at him.
His normally expressionless face now wore an infuriatingly smug smile.
"I'll kill you!!!" the hulking man roared, feeling personally insulted. He flipped his body and swung his massive axe down from mid-air.
BOOM! The ground shattered instantly, but the figure vanished without a trace.
"Where'd he go?"
Looking up, the hulking man looked up, dazed, scratching his head as he began to count aloud: "One, two, three, four..."
Surrounding him were twelve expressionless men clad in crimson cloaks, their pale faces devoid of human warmth.
After a quick count, the number was exact: twelve.
The sheer number startled the hulking man, his surprise quickly morphing into furious rage. "Get out of my way!!!" he bellowed, sweeping his axe horizontally.
PūPūPūPūPū...
Twelve soft, faint sounds, like tiny farts, rippled through the air in quick succession.
Violent, terrifying, and overwhelming destructive energy completely engulfed the confined space. A searing light shot skyward, and the ground suddenly caved in, forming a massive, deep crater.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed from within. A shadowy figure could be vaguely seen struggling and contorting amidst the blinding radiance, its form twisted beyond recognition.
As the white light gradually dissipated, a crimson stain appeared at the edge of the crater.
Something fell from mid-air and landed beside him: half an axe, its blade embedded deeply in the ground, its handle completely still.
He extended a pale hand and gripped the axe handle.
Disassemble Black Dwarf's Axe (Pink)?
"Hmm... Disassemble."
With a casual selection, Arthur was about to turn away when his brow suddenly furrowed. In an instant, he vanished from his spot as a colossal hand swept through the air, shattering the very space he had occupied.
His tattered, smoky blue form and broken limbs belied the sheer fury blazing on Black Dwarf's face. "I'M FURIOUS!" he roared.
Arthur floated in mid-air, not using the Raven God's Wings, but thanks to the great cloak billowing behind him. It might belong to Stephen in the future, but because his mission was so dangerous, he had 'borrowed' it early.
Fortunately, the creature seemed terrified of the Disassembler, making him surprisingly compliant…
(End Of This Chapter)