Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Four: The King of Kirielod

“L-L-L... Lord!”

Modeyor wondered for a moment whether he had misheard, or whether he was seeing things.

Garum was actually addressing this Ultraman as lord?

“My, my, could you stop shouting?” Torrekia tilted his head, his dim gaze fixed on Modeyor, and the man immediately began to tremble.

“Get out, now!” Garum shouted at once.

He was not scolding Modeyor; he was afraid Torrekia might truly lose his temper and slap him dead on the spot.

“Y-yes, yes, I’ll go out right away.” Modeyor nodded frantically, so frightened that his courage was nearly shattered.

He hurriedly led the nurses out of the ward and stood trembling in the corridor.

Then, from inside, he heard Baireru’s voice as well.

“Lord, please take a look. Garuna is almost gone.”

Boom—

A land mine seemed to explode in Modeyor’s mind, and cold sweat poured over his entire body.

What was going on? Even Lord Baireru...

He swallowed hard and, summoning every ounce of nerve he had left, pressed himself to the doorway and peered inside.

There he saw Torrekia lean forward, his eyes settling on Garuna’s face.

As if he had sensed movement beside him, Garuna slowly opened his eyes and instinctively called out, “Brother.”

But the face that appeared in his vision was entirely unfamiliar.

Those crimson, blood-red eyes stared straight at him, as though they were two bottomless abysses ready to swallow his very consciousness.

“Little brother, don’t be nervous,” Garum said quickly. “Do whatever the lord tells you to do.”

Hearing his brother’s voice, the tension in Garuna’s heart instantly eased. He relaxed completely and calmly accepted the mysterious force that was invading his organs and viscera.

What Torrekia was using was Fallen Rewrite.

Fallen Rewrite could not only alter a person’s will, but also rewrite their genes and bloodline. It was the exclusive divine art of Grimd, the creator god.

If it was only to extend the life of someone on the brink of death, it was nothing difficult at all.

Torrekia straightened and turned to Garum beside him. “Your brother is fine now. From now on, stay by his side and serve me together.”

“Serve...” Garum froze at first, but the instant he understood, he dropped to his knees. “Rest assured, Lord. Our lives were given to us by you in the first place. Whenever you wish to take them back, I, Garum, will not even blink!”

Before this, he had been subdued by Torrekia’s power.

But now, he had truly surrendered from the depths of his heart.

Baireru and Magnar exchanged a knowing smile, and the resolve in their eyes toward Torrekia only grew firmer.

Boom—

At that moment, an explosion rang out from outside.

Garum’s brow darkened. He immediately drew back the curtain.

Outside, above the city, a group of unknown aliens were rampaging and wreaking havoc.

“Hahaha, run if you like!”

The one who seemed to be their leader laughed wildly in midair.

His whole body was silver-white, with a red crystal embedded in his forehead and another in the left side of his chest. The energy surging around him was undeniably at the cosmic level.

“Courting death!” Garum’s expression sank, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

Today was the day his brother had been reborn. He had not even had time to prepare a celebration, and yet someone dared to make trouble under his nose?

“Hahaha, this planet belongs to us, the Kyrielites!”

The one laughing in the sky was none other than the King of the Kyrielites, whom Torrekia had once encountered in the world of the Tiga dimension.

Back then, the portal had been destroyed, and he and his people had been cast into the cracks of another dimension.

At long last, after finding a way out, they had emerged to discover a city more prosperous even than Earth.

Was this not heaven protecting his race?

The Kyrielite King grinned savagely and fired his beams indiscriminately in all directions.

Suddenly, a strong sense of danger struck.

He instinctively dodged backward, and the space in front of him split open with a black slash.

“What terrifying power!” the Kyrielite King said in shock.

Before he could react, Garum had already emerged from the black裂痕 and swung his blade again.

Slash—

The Kyrielite King was too slow to evade, and a gash was instantly carved across his chest.

But in the next moment, the wound healed completely.

Even so, the Kyrielite King broke out in a cold sweat.

This man could actually injure him!

“You are the king of this planet?” the Kyrielite King asked in suspicion.

In his view, only the ruler of a race could possess such terrifying strength.

The only answer he received was Garum’s single, icy word: “Die.”

Garum drove all his energy into the demonic blade, then his eyes suddenly flared with brilliance as he unleashed a blade aura that seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth and splitting ghosts themselves.

The terrifying power tore apart the space in its path, shattering it into piece after piece.

His strength had already been raised to the cosmic level by Torrekia, and with the legendary demon blade aiding him, challenging opponents above his rank was nothing difficult. Much less this fellow, who only possessed a trace of cosmic-level fluctuation.

Seeing that the other side attacked again without a word, the Kyrielite King could not help but feel a surge of anger.

So you want to fight? Then come!

A strange blue flame suddenly ignited over the Kyrielite King’s body.

The flames instantly enveloped him and formed a suit of armor.

“What is that?” Torrekia’s gaze suddenly sharpened, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Despite combining the memories of two lifetimes, he still could not recognize what kind of energy that was.

Faced with the incoming blade light, the Kyrielite King raised both hands. “Let me show you Hellfire Blast!”

Between his palms, blue flames condensed madly, forming a massive sphere of blue fire.

Its might, and the energy fluctuations it emitted, were in no way inferior to the edge of Garum’s demon blade.

“Not good!”

Perhaps sensing the danger, Baireru and Magnar’s expressions changed in succession, and they were about to draw their swords and rush in.

At that moment, Torrekia’s voice sounded in their ears.

“Don’t move.”

The two men froze. They turned back instinctively, only to find that Torrekia had already disappeared from where he stood.

“Go to hell!” A vicious glint flashed in the Kyrielite King’s eyes.

The fireball shot out at once, smashing the blade light infused with all of Garum’s strength to pieces, then continued flying toward him with undiminished force.

“What!”

Garum’s pupils contracted sharply, disbelief written across his face.

Ever since his strength had been raised to the cosmic level, this was the first time he had struck with full force.

And yet his full-power attack had been so easily broken apart.

Garum stood frozen in place, horrified.

The fireball closed in. Instinctively, he raised his hand to defend himself.

Just then, Torrekia’s back appeared in his line of sight.

Seeing another person suddenly appear, the Kyrielite King also paused slightly.

But very quickly, he sneered.