Chapter 1903 The Death of King Peel, and Lufa's Reshaping by the "Future"

Chapter 1903 The Death of King Peel, and Lufa's Reshaping by the "Future"
what happened?
What exactly happened in that split second?
Just a second ago, he felt he was making rapid progress and gaining more and more control over the Asura Armor.

He thought he had gradually figured out how to deal with or even fight against the other party!
He even had a moment of hope that "I can keep up with him," "I am getting stronger," and "the battle is not out of reach."

But why did everything change in the blink of an eye?

That punch, that seemingly ordinary yet incredibly fast punch, so easily shattered his seemingly indestructible Asura Armor.

How could you so easily bring him down from grace?
Was all that intense confrontation and those seemingly thrilling battles just a dream?

No, it's not a dream.

That was a reality more cruel than any dream.

A cold and cruel answer pierced his mind:
The other person was playing with him and teasing him the whole time.

Like a cat that has caught a mouse, it is not in a hurry to kill its prey immediately, but enjoys the process of the prey struggling in vain under its claws, thinking it has a chance to see hope again and again, only to be beaten back to its original state again and again.

What he perceived as "reluctance to part"
His idea was that the two sides were evenly matched.
His understanding of "constant adaptation" and "rapid progress" is...
It was all just wishful thinking on his part!

It's a deliberate illusion created by the other party to satisfy some kind of perverse pleasure!

From the very beginning until now, even at the moment he transformed into the Asura Armor, the gap between them has not narrowed by even the slightest bit!
The other person was simply watching his struggle from a superior position, like watching a caged beast perform.

But when the other party gets tired of it, when the other party loses patience.

Just one serious strike was enough to shatter all his pride, hope, and effort, along with his armor, into complete oblivion!
"Hahahahahaha."

A hoarse laugh escaped young Lufa's throat, a laugh filled with endless self-mockery, bitterness, and despair.

It turned out to be the case.

So this is the truth.

He was not qualified to be the other party's "opponent" at all.

He didn't even deserve to be treated "seriously" by the other party.

He was nothing more than a pitiful plaything, manipulated at will.

The previously boiling fighting spirit, the burning will to fight, and the sliver of confidence that had just been built up were completely shattered in the face of this cruel reality.

He slowly closed his eyes.

This is the gap! This is reality! This is despair!
Even if an ant wears the armor of a king, it is still just an ant.

Lufa looked at his younger self and said calmly.

"General!!"

A roar like that of a wounded beast suddenly erupted from the Imperial Guard!

With bloodshot eyes, the captain abruptly raised his pulse gun and roared at the surrounding soldiers, whose eyes were also bloodshot and who were trembling all over:
"Warriors of Ares!"

"For the General! For the King! For Ares!!"

"Fight him!"

"Fight!"

"kill!"

The last shred of reason was swallowed up by burning passion and grief, and thousands of Ares's Guards, who had long since disregarded life and death, let out a deafening roar!

They abandoned their ranged weapons, drew their melee blades from their waists, and charged toward Lufa's demonic figure.

Knowing full well it's like moths to a flame! Knowing full well it's like an egg hitting a rock!
But at that moment, they had only one thought in their minds:
They will defend Ares' last dignity with their blood and lives! They will fight for even the slightest possibility for their general and king!

But, faced with this tragic and heart-wrenching charge, not even a ripple appeared in Lufa's crimson eyes.

He simply shook his head slightly.

"Oh, how pathetic."

next moment.

Swish!
His figure disappeared.

It didn't disappear, it just disappeared too quickly!

They appeared so fast it seemed to appear simultaneously in front of every charging soldier.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The dull thud of bones breaking and the groaning of metal twisting occurred without the slightest pause.

Lufa didn't use any skills; he was like a scythe of death moving through a wheat field, each movement bringing with it a splash of tragic blood.

The hand is the sharpest blade! The elbow is the heaviest hammer! The knee is the deadliest ram!
There wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

Each strike perfectly shatters joints, breaks tendons and bones, and tears muscles, rendering the target completely incapacitated, yet somehow avoiding all vital points!

He wasn't killing; he was "harvesting," harvesting the resistance of these "ants."

Harvest their last bit of courage.

The sounds of wails, cracking bones, and weapons falling to the ground filled the air; blood, like cheap red paint, was splattered on the cold square floor, quickly pooling into small puddles.

In just a few breaths, all the soldiers fell into pools of blood.

In the entire imperial court, apart from the thousands of wounded soldiers lying in pools of blood, convulsing and groaning, only Lu Fa remained standing on the ground.

Not a single drop of blood stained his armor.

The wind blew by, carrying with it a heavy stench of blood and a deathly silence of despair.

Young Lufa struggled to open his blood-stained eyes, gazing at the hellish scene before him.

His pupils trembled violently, and finally lost all their luster.

It's over. Everything is over. All the resistance, all the hope, all the struggle.

In the face of absolute power, everything is nothing but a laughable and pathetic farce.

Dead silence.

Only the wind remained, carrying a heavy, nauseating stench of blood as it swirled across the empty royal court.

Lufa's footplates sank into the blood-soaked ground. He didn't glance at the fallen soldiers again, but instead looked towards the steps of the altar.

There, King Peel remained limp on the ground like a lump of mud, trembling violently. His once majestic and handsome face was now covered only with fear, a mixture of snot, tears, and blood.

Lufa walked towards him step by step.

His pace was unhurried, yet it carried a chilling rhythm that could stop a person's heart, each step seemingly treading on the very soul of King Peel.

"No, don't come any closer."

Fear of death made King Peel lift himself up from the ground and crawl backward with all his might, trying to get away from the demon who had come from hell.

But his body had already been hollowed out by fear and trauma. Even if he managed to stay upright because of his fear of death, where could he possibly escape to?

All that could be left on the ground were streaks of blood and gore.

Lufa stopped in front of him.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the man at his feet, a man he once revered like a god, and later hated to the bone.

"Pierre, you've finally met your match."

"Do not kill me!"

"As long as you don't kill me, I can give you anything you want!"

"Power, beauty, the throne—whatever you want, I can give you!"

King Peel broke down completely, tears streaming down his face, and he became incoherent.

"The throne? Everything?"

"I do not care."

"I only want your life!"

Lufa's chilling words tolled like a final death knell deep into King Peel's soul!

King Pierre opened his mouth wide, wanting to utter a final plea or curse, but Lufa gave him no chance.

The moment the words left his mouth, Lu Fa threw a punch.

This punch seemed to embody a thousand years of hatred! The rage of betrayal! The loneliness of exile in the vast starry sea! The unwavering, heart-wrenching obsession with revenge that had consumed countless days and nights!

Wherever the fist passed, the space collapsed layer by layer like fragile glass, revealing the dark and silent void behind it!

A terrifying wave of destruction, powerful enough to annihilate even the stars, locked onto King Peer.

"Do not!!!"

King Peel let out a desperate wail.

"boom!!!"

The fist arrives!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and bones shattered.

A terrifying destructive force swept over King Peel's entire body.

His skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and even the magnificent imperial robe that symbolized his supreme power were all destroyed in that instant by this terrifying destructive force, turning into the most basic particles and then returning to nothingness.

He didn't even leave a speck of dust behind.

Lufa withdrew his fist.

He stood there quietly, his scarlet eyes indifferently watching the spot where King Peel had disappeared. It was empty, with only a patch of ground smoothed out by the aftershocks of the punch remaining.

There was no ecstatic joy at the triumph of revenge, no hysterical outburst.

There wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

A thousand-year-old obsession seemed to have been put to rest with this one punch.

But what followed was not relief and liberation, but rather a profound sense of emptiness.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the once-familiar but now ravaged imperial court. His lips seemed to twitch, but in the end, he said nothing.

The revenge is over.

But something was also completely shattered with that punch.

never come back.

He was silent for a moment, then looked at his younger self lying in a pool of blood in the distance.

Take one step.

He was already standing in front of the young Lufa.

Young Lufa seemed to sense something and opened his eyes to look at him.

There was no longer any anger, resentment, or even fear in those eyes; only a deathly, desolate silence remained.

Lu Fa looked at him in the future.

Two pairs of identical eyes, yet reflecting completely different souls.

Young Lufa moved his lips with difficulty, his chapped lips stuck together with blood.

"Just kill me."

"The king is dead, and as a soldier, I have no reason to live."

All the meaning that sustained his life had vanished with the death of King Peer and the collapse of the glory of Ares.

Lufa listened quietly, a hint of extremely complex emotion flashing across his eyes.

Is it pity? Is it mockery? Is it the sorrow of seeing one's own past foolishness? Or is it just pure coldness?

He didn't answer.

It's also impossible for him to take action as the young Lu Fa wishes.

She simply raised her hand, extended her index finger, and placed it right in the center of his forehead.

A cool sensation came through.

next moment.

"boom!!!"

It was not a physical impact.

Instead, it is an indescribably vast flow of information, carrying with it a thousand years of hatred, a thousand years of scheming, a thousand years of pain, a thousand years of obsession, and the final, irresistible despair and end.

With an overbearing and irresistible attitude, it brutally and violently crashed into the already collapsing spirit and soul of young Lu Fa!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Indescribable pain!
It's not a physical tearing sensation, but a tearing sensation that directly affects the soul!
Young Lufa's body suddenly arched, like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan; his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, his eyeballs almost bursting out of their sockets.

Countless fragmented images, distorted sounds, frantic emotions, and chilling facts pierced his mind like billions of red-hot steel needles, then exploded.

He "saw" the conspiracy and betrayal hidden beneath King Peel's hypocritical smile.

He "saw" that he and the soldiers of the Netherworld Legion were falsely accused.

He "saw" the brothers' eyes filled with unwavering loyalty and the loneliness of being exiled in the vast sea of ​​stars.

He "saw" it: a thousand years of war, plunder, and slaughter, and the ever-growing obsession with revenge.

He "saw" the tragic scene of countless planets turning into cosmic dust under the Aphros Destruction Cannon.

He "saw" that mysterious, unknown force, saw powerful figures from different worlds, and witnessed Bai Xuan's godlike power.

He also "saw" his ultimate defeat and resentment, and saw himself standing here, crushing everything with absolute power in the future.

Truth and falsehood? Past and future? Hatred and obsession?
Countless pieces of information, countless emotions, and countless images intertwined, collided, and tore apart his consciousness!

"This isn't real! It's not!!!"

"I am Lufa, General of Ares! No, I am Lufa, Commander-in-Chief of the Netherworld Legion!"

"I have my revenge! I have already taken my revenge!"

"I lost, I won!"

"who am I?"

A series of confused murmurs escaped his throat.

His body convulsed violently, his fingernails digging deep into the ground, leaving streaks of blood.

Lufa's fingers remained firmly pressed against his forehead, his gaze calmly observing his pain, his breakdown, and the struggle of his soul.

There was no pity, and no wavering.

The torrent of memories continues, and the pain intensifies.

Young Lufa's consciousness, overwhelmed by this boundless information and emotion, was like a small boat in a storm, ready to sink and dissipate at any moment.

But Lufa knew he wouldn't die.

Because this is what "he" must bear! This is what "he" must know!

This is the path "he" will take in the future.

The fingers slowly retracted.

Lufa took one last look at the "himself" on the ground, whose convulsions had stopped and who lay limp in a pool of blood like a soulless shell, with only his chest still rising and falling weakly.

Then, he turned away without a second thought.

Take one step.

The space ahead rippled like water, and a spacetime rift shimmering with dark purple light slowly opened.

He didn't look back.

The figure vanished silently into the crack, like ink spreading into water.

The crack slowly closed, as if it had never existed.

All that remained was a desolate and lifeless imperial court.

And, a young Lufa lying in a pool of blood, his consciousness reshaped by the "future".