Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

"[Firestorm]!"

The king's shout was like a command.

In an instant, the raging fire elements obeyed the call, frantically converging and swirling, instantly forming a colossal fire tornado that stretched to the heavens and the earth right where Benjerry was standing!

The crimson flames, carrying an intense heat that could incinerate everything, completely engulfed the two-headed, six-armed undead.

The scorching storm roared, and even the air in the distance was distorted by the intense heat.

The king stared intently at the destructive flames, feeling somewhat reassured.

Undead creatures generally fear fire and light.

Such a massive firestorm, even if it doesn't kill the opponent, is enough to cause considerable damage, giving oneself a chance to catch one's breath or launch a counterattack.

However, as the raging flames gradually subsided, revealing the scene within, the king's pupils suddenly contracted, and the color drained from his face instantly.

Benjer remained suspended in place, and even the faint negative energy field around him remained completely undisturbed.

The expressions on his two heads (if they could be called expressions) were calm and still, and his withered body had no wounds, not even a trace of scorch marks from the flames.

"You...!" The king's voice trembled with utter astonishment. "Just how strong are you?!"

Benjer (one of the heads) calmly looked at the shocked human king.

He spoke slowly, his voice still hoarse: "Me? Not that strong, just... a tiny bit stronger than you."

As he spoke, he raised one of his six arms and gestured a tiny distance with his withered index finger and thumb.

This "little bit" gesture inexplicably reminded the king of his equally unfathomable son, Leylin, who also liked to make "little bit" gestures.

(Why... do I always feel that the "little bit" you guys talk about is completely different from the "little bit" I understand?!)

A sense of absurd powerlessness welled up in the king's heart.

Ignoring the king's complex emotions, Benjerri continued, "However, your performance has indeed exceeded my expectations."

"Your strength, the resilience and equipment of your warriors... have brought quite a few surprises."

He turned his head and scanned the battlefield below.

Ares, who was locked in a fierce battle with the Death Knight, was surprisingly gaining a slight advantage.

Together with the Griffin King, they fought tenaciously against the horde of dead archmages despite being at a disadvantage.

The royal magic troops and ordinary soldiers were also doing their best to help the guards in their desperate battle against the dead archmage.

Swords flashed everywhere, magical light filled the sky, and volleys of arrows rained down—all effective attacks, not futile efforts.

The tenacity and potential of these humans stirred a long-dormant ripple of "interest" in his heart, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

"You are quite good, King of Mankind." Benjer's tone carried a hint of solemnity.

"Now you're qualified to see me when I'm even a little bit serious."

"Well then, watch carefully from here on out—and pray that you won't be completely obliterated by this move."

As soon as he finished speaking, Benjer raised all six of his arms at the same time.

Intricate and mysterious death runes suddenly lit up the void around him.

A magical power, far greater and deeper than ever before, freezing the very soul, began to gather wildly!

"[Eighth-Rank Magic: Pain Wave]!"

"The eighth rank?!" The moment the king heard this rank name, his heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand!

That's a rank that only appears in myths and legends! That's a level of power that only exists in ancient forbidden texts and epics of the gods!

The eighth rank! Theoretically, only gods can wield this power!

This undead being before me... could it be a terrifying being among the undead, approaching the level of a "demon god"?!

The invisible wave had already been emitted; it ignored physical obstacles and directly locked onto the king's soul, leaving him no way to avoid it!

An intense, agonizing premonition, as if to tear his soul apart and crush it from within, had already enveloped his consciousness.

"If I can't dodge it... then I'll just have to endure it! [Magic Enhancement: Guardian Spell]!"

The king's eyes turned bloodshot, and he unleashed all his magic power, constructing layers upon layers of protective spells around himself that shone with holy light.

Instead of retreating, he mustered his remaining courage and took the initiative to meet the deadly fluctuations.

He was trying to buy time for the troops behind him who were struggling, and even sought the opportunity to exchange wounds for wounds!

"Even if we can't kill you, we must at least stop you! We absolutely cannot let you slaughter them!" The king was determined to die.

Just as that invisible and intangible yet soul-destroying [Pain Wave] was about to strike the barrier the king had desperately erected—

A gray shadow appeared out of nowhere in front of the king, as if by teleportation!

The figure neither dodged nor evaded, but directly took the full force of Benjeri's terrifying eighth-tier magic with its own body!

"snort."

A very soft, yet clear, cold snort rang out.

The gray figure merely trembled slightly before showing no further reaction.

It was as if what was blocked was not a soul-destroying magic, but a trivial breeze.

"What?!" The King and Benjer were both shocked.

Before this, the two were engaged in a fierce aerial duel, their mental energy already covering the surroundings, and their magic was also observing everything around them, yet they were completely unaware that a third party was lurking nearby!

This person not only possesses superb concealment skills, but their strength is also unfathomable.

To withstand an eighth-tier soul magic without sustaining a scratch is no small feat!

After blocking the attack, the gray figure did not turn around, but simply turned slightly to completely protect the king behind him.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Benjer across from him.

Only then did everyone see what the newcomer looked like.

He was tall and his entire body was shrouded in an inconspicuous gray cloak, making it impossible to discern his race or physique.

He wore a plain, smooth, mirror-like white mask that concealed all facial features.

The only thing visible was a pair of cold, indifferent vertical pupils behind the mask's eye holes, which seemed to flow with a dark golden light like molten gold!

The moment those dark gold vertical pupils locked onto Benjeri, an extremely rare feeling, almost "terrified," suddenly arose in the heart of this ancient undead!

That gaze itself seemed to carry a substantial mental pressure, icy cold and penetrating straight to the core of the soul.

(To exert such mental pressure with just a glance, and to withstand the [Pain Wave] without any effect... just who is this 'person'?)

Benjer's vigilance instantly reached its peak.

"Who are you?" Benjeri asked in a deep voice, his tone less composed and more serious than before.

"Why are you interfering in the affairs between me and this human?"

He simply couldn't understand why such a being would suddenly appear and clearly side with humanity.

The king, protected behind him, was equally filled with doubt and wariness. Was this mysterious powerful figure friend or foe? Why was he saving him?

However, the gray-robed man with golden eyes made no attempt to answer.

After confirming that the king was unharmed, he turned directly to Benjer and launched an attack!

Instead of using common magical gestures or incantations, he began to chant in a low voice in an ancient, obscure language with strange rhythms.

The language seemed not to be uttered by human tongue, but rather—

The whispers of the ancient gods.

The resonance of the rules of heaven and earth.

The primordial, mysterious pulse.

With each syllable he uttered, the surrounding scenery began to change dramatically!

The sky suddenly darkened, as if dusk had arrived early.

It wasn't the clouds that were blocking it; rather, the light itself was being swallowed and distorted by some force.

The sun, high in the sky, visibly dimmed and paled.

Instead, a new "sun" was slowly "rising" in the void behind the gray-robed man.

It was a black sun!

It burns eternally, yet it exudes a darkness that devours all light and heat.

At its core is a chilling pure black, with dark red, blood-like halos flowing around its edges.

The most terrifying thing was the immense gravity that warped space itself—

It's like a miniature black hole, greedily pulling at everything around it: air, dust, light, and even the pervasive magic...

All matter and energy that approach it are mercilessly sucked into that dark core.

Then, it is burned and carbonized by the black flames contained within, which are enough to incinerate the soul, and then crushed into the finest dust by that terrifying gravity, returning to complete annihilation.

—Word of Power: [Black Sun]!

As the gray-robed man finished chanting, the terrifying black sun, more than ten meters in diameter, fully materialized and hovered in the sky behind him.

The violent gravity transformed into tangible black ripples, like the tentacles of death, wrapping around and tearing at Benjeri ahead!

They vowed to drag this undead, along with the space around it, into eternal darkness and destruction!

"What...what kind of power is this?!" Benjer exclaimed in shock for the first time.

The aura emanating from that black sun was neither pure magic nor a simple physical phenomenon.

Rather, it was a terrifying power that he had never encountered before and could not understand, a power that was almost at the level of "rules"!

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" The king, who was being protected behind him, was equally shocked and couldn't help but shout.

This suddenly appearing, unknown entity, displayed power that completely exceeded his comprehension.

On the ground, Ares was battling the Death Knight.

They were still struggling against the guards and soldiers of the Great Mage of the Dead.

Even the magic chanters and soldiers behind them.

At that moment, they all forgot about the battle, involuntarily stopped what they were doing, and looked up at the sky.

They witnessed a sight they would never forget:

The daytime was dark, and a pitch-black sun, radiating an ominous gravitational pull, hung high in the sky, exuding an aura of destruction that made all things tremble.

"A black... sun?!"

"Is it His Majesty the King? Or that monster?"

"No... I can't see clearly! But it feels... terrifying!"

The world seemed to lose its color at that moment.

Only the black sun, slowly rotating in the sky, remained, devouring everything.

And the silent declaration it brought, enough to annihilate everything.