The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"So you're planning to attack us?" Eagle Master's laughter squeezed out of his throat, filled with undisguised contempt.

He glanced around at the horde of monsters behind him, as if watching a farcical spectacle.

"Just because you're a potential king?"

Upon hearing this, the king-level monsters standing behind the Eagle Master burst into laughter, their laughter filled with cruelty and disdain.

No wonder they find it absurd.

Dozens of true king-level life forms are standing here!

Even if you take any one of them out of the picture, you wouldn't be afraid of the Weaver of Fates.

Not to mention the Eagle Master standing at the very front, a terrifying being who has survived two rebirths.

In front of the Eagle Master, let alone a Quasi-King, even an ordinary King-level being is nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

"You're really courting death." A monster covered in black scales grinned, revealing two rows of serrated teeth. "I thought you were so smart, but it turns out you've been made stupid by being a dog for humans."

"Just tear her apart, don't waste time."

The Eagle Master did not stop his men's shouts; the greed in his eyes was almost overflowing.

The fact that this woman was so devoted to protecting that city only further proved that his guess was correct.

That supreme treasure capable of reversing the rules must be on that so-called master!

Once I obtain it, I will no longer be a king trapped in the Netherworld, but an existence capable of touching the realm of gods!

Thinking of this, Eagle Master became impatient and didn't want to say another word.

Despite the overwhelming malice, the Empress of Fate, suspended in mid-air, did not even sway.

She listened to the mockery, feeling only coldness in her heart.

"A bunch of fools blinded by greed, do they really think this is a place where they can run rampant?"

She knew, of course, that she couldn't defeat these dozens of king-level opponents; the absolute gap in strength couldn't be bridged by mere courage.

But so what?

Her presence here indicates she wasn't unprepared.

The Weaver Queen's exquisite face remained expressionless as she slowly opened her arms and tilted her head back.

"Leverage existing momentum!"

Two words, cold and aloof, yet carrying a resolute determination that disregards everything.

As those two words fell, an indescribable, eerie power suddenly erupted from her body.

Leverage the momentum of the future to strengthen the present.

Prematurely exhausting one's future potential and strength to forcibly elevate one's current level!

In just a moment, countless glaring red marks appeared on the once fair and jade-like skin of the Weaver of Fate.

Those red marks were like living venomous snakes, slithering wildly under her skin, tearing and festering flesh wherever they went.

excruciating pain.

Unimaginable pain tore at every nerve in her body, but she didn't even flinch.

Correspondingly, as the source burned wildly, the aura emanating from the Weaver of Fates began to surge at an illogical rate.

The barrier of the quasi-king shattered instantly.

The threshold to the King level was violently kicked open.

The oppressive aura emanating from her rose steadily, and the surrounding space twisted and deformed under this violent force, emitting mournful cries of unbearable pressure.

This sudden turn of events left the king-level monsters, who had just been laughing wildly, completely dumbfounded.

"Crazy woman!"

The horned monster paled in horror and instinctively took a half-step back: "That madwoman! She actually burned her very essence!"

"Is she out of her mind?! Her very essence has been burned away; even if she survives, she'll be completely ruined!"

"Are you crazy? Is it really necessary to work this hard?!"

The monsters gasped in shock, their initial disdain instantly transforming into incomprehensible astonishment.

For a king-level powerhouse with an extremely long lifespan, life is the most precious thing.

If you can't win, run away; that's the ironclad rule of the Netherworld.

Actively burning their very essence to fight to the death completely violates their survival instincts.

But the most shocked were not these ordinary King-level beings, but the Eagle Masters standing at the very front.

Eagle Master's sharp eyes were fixed on the churning aura emanating from Empress Weaver of Fate; he sensed a fluctuation of power that did not belong to the norm.

That's not simply burning one's life.

That bizarre rule that can disregard the limitations of space and time and forcibly draw power from the future...

Eagle Master's expression changed.

His hands clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking loudly.

"The power of destiny?" The Eagle Master's voice cracked, filled with jealousy and disbelief he himself didn't realize: "How could it be in your possession?!"

How is that possible!

Authority is the embodiment of the world's will, a taboo that only beings who have reached the realm of true divinity can touch!

How could a quasi-king who isn't even a true king be able to mobilize the power of destiny?

And this is under the premise that one already has the right to reproduce.

Jealousy was like a venomous snake, relentlessly gnawing at the Eagle Master's heart.

He got it.

It must be that priceless treasure!

It must have been that so-called master who, through some means, temporarily bestowed the power of authority upon her!

The mere bestowal of a servant is enough to unleash such terrifying power of rules.

If he can get his hands on it...

Eagle Master's breathing became extremely heavy, and his eyes turned completely red.

"Cripple her! My Netherworld Heaven will definitely obtain that supreme treasure!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura that could destroy the heavens and the earth erupted from the Eagle Master, unleashing the power of his two rebirths without reservation.

He wanted to tear this woman blocking his way to shreds immediately.

However, the Empress of Fate had no interest in answering the Eagle Master's questions and outburst.

She glanced down at her hands, which were now a bloody mess, with bones showing, and a chilling smile curled at the corners of her lips.

The power is still emerging.

Her own authority, finally catalyzed by the power of destiny, broke through its shackles.

boom!

Centered on the Weaver Queen, the overwhelming shimmering spider silk suddenly turned a scarlet crimson.

The red spider silk, like wildly growing blood vessels, spread rapidly in all directions.

The moment the surrounding environment came into contact with these red spider silks, it was instantly assimilated into a huge, gruesome living nest of flesh.

This is her true trump card.

She never had to fight alone.

"The power bestowed upon you by your master is something you worthless people will never understand."

The Weaver of Fate's voice became layered and overlapping, as if countless consciousnesses were speaking at the same time, ethereal yet eerie.

As she finished speaking, huge tumors rapidly swelled up within the overwhelming red spiderweb.

Immediately afterwards, enormous and twisted phantoms solidified at a visible speed within the spiderweb-like lumps.

One.

Ten heads.

Fifty heads.

Hundreds!

The quantity is increasing exponentially.

Those mutated monsters, forcibly conceived, tore apart the tumors and let out deafening roars.

What's breathtaking is that each of these newly hatched monster phantoms exudes a genuine king-level aura!