Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Hearing Rudolph's voice, Kant and the others snapped back to reality, their eyes filled with shock.

What was happening?

While Rudolph wasn't the strongest among them, he was still a Deity King!

Now, he was being helplessly beaten by a group of ants.

"Was it you?" Kant asked, his eyes filled with a cold gleam as he looked at Sylvus.

The contempt he had for Sylvus earlier had vanished.

Though he didn't understand how Sylvus had done it, he knew one thing for sure—Sylvus was anything but simple.

"What do you think?" Sylvus replied with a smile.

Kant took a deep breath, anger filling his heart.

The Fallen Angels were one of the most noble races in the Divine Realm, and now they were being humiliated like this.

"You dare humiliate us? Men, kill him!" Kant ordered with a cold snort.

Immediately, dozens of figures from behind Kant rushed toward Sylvus, moving as swift shadows.

All of them were Deity Kings, and Kant refused to believe that they couldn't defeat someone like Sylvus.

As the Fallen Angels charged toward him, Sylvus smiled lightly and remained calm.

He casually grabbed a handful of seeds from a nearby bowl and began eating them.

When the Fallen Angels entered the area around the small shop, Sylvus flicked the seeds from his hand.

The seeds shot out like arrows, piercing through the bodies of the Fallen Angels in an instant.

Even though they tried to defend themselves, it was futile.

Rip, rip, rip...

The sound of tearing filled the air as the Fallen Angels let out pained screams.

Their life forces were extinguished in an instant, and they fell lifelessly to the ground.

Seeing this display of power, the remaining Fallen Angels froze, their confidence shattered.

Kant, in particular, stared in disbelief.

They were all Deity Kings, yet they couldn't withstand a single attack from Sylvus? How could they all be wiped out so easily?

Kant's legs began to tremble, fear creeping into his heart for the first time.

He looked at Sylvus, still lounging in his chair with a smile on his face.

For the first time, Kant was truly afraid.

A chilling thought entered his mind—they were all going to die here.

"Look at those guys! Why aren't they moving? Are they finally afraid?"

"Too late to be scared now. The boss's power is beyond anything anyone can imagine. Even a Deity Emperor wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Where's all that arrogance now? Weren't they acting all high and mighty before? Keep boasting! Aren't we just ants?"

The citizens of the Holy City shouted from below, taunting Kant and his followers with disdain.

The Fallen Angels, filled with frustration and humiliation, couldn't say a word in response.

They had never imagined that they, powerful True Deities and Deity Kings, would one day be mocked by a group of ants.

And worse, they couldn't even defend themselves.

Because, as the citizens said, they were indeed terrified.

Even Rudolph had stopped calling for his comrades to save him.

He was arrogant, but he wasn't foolish.

The fact that so many of his comrades had been wiped out in an instant was enough proof of Sylvus' strength.

"Come on, keep coming," Sylvus said, still relaxed, cracking sunflower seeds as he smiled at Kant and the others.

Sylvus' words snapped Kant back to reality.

But at this point, none of them dared to make another move, knowing it would be suicidal.

"Elder, we have offended you greatly. Please forgive us. We only came to capture the Angels and Demons. Please allow us to complete our mission, and the Fallen Temple will reward you handsomely," Kant said, bowing deeply to Sylvus.

Yes, Kant had surrendered.

He had no other choice. From Sylvus' earlier display, it was clear that his power was at least on par with a Divine Lord.

In the Divine Realm, they wouldn't fear even a Deity Emperor because the Fallen Temple had many Deity Emperors of their own.

But here, things were different.

The strongest among their forces was a Nine-Star Deity King, which meant they were no match for a Deity Emperor like Sylvus.

"The Angel and Demon Tribes are under my protection. But I'll offer you a chance—let's play a little game," Sylvus said with a smile.

Hearing Sylvus' response, Kant frowned.

If Sylvus was determined to protect the Angel and Demon Tribes, there wasn't much they could do.

But when Sylvus mentioned a game, Kant's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What game, Elder?"

Sylvus glanced at Deced before gesturing, and Deced flew into the air.

Boone and the others looked at each other in confusion, not sure what Sylvus was planning.

Even Deced himself was bewildered.

Is the boss really going to make me fight?

"In a moment, I'll set up a barrier around this 200-meter area. I don't care how you do it, but if even one of you can touch him, you win. If you win, you can kill whoever you want, and I won't interfere," Sylvus said with a smile.

Hearing this, Elena and the others' faces changed.

The Fallen Angels had over eighty thousand people. Touching Deced would be no problem for them.

"Boss, I trust you!"

Deced, however, showed no hesitation. He nodded to Sylvus, understanding the situation.

If Sylvus couldn't protect him, he wouldn't be able to protect anyone else either.

If the Fallen Angels spread out, there would be no saving the continent from destruction.

"What if we lose?" Kant asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"If you lose, well, there's no need to know what happens if you lose," Sylvus replied with a smile.

Kant frowned.

Sylvus didn't need to spell it out; it was clear that losing meant death.

"You have one minute to decide. If you don't want to play, you'll die right here," Sylvus said, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body.

"Deity Emperor!"

Feeling the overwhelming power from Sylvus, Kant and the others' faces paled.

None of them had expected Sylvus to be a Deity Emperor.

If Sylvus had only been a Divine Lord, they could have scattered and some of them might have escaped.

Even if they died, they could have killed some Angels along the way.

But against a Deity Emperor, they had no hope.

With a Deity Emperor's power, he could wipe them all out with a single strike.

Kant turned to the other commanders to discuss.

After less than a minute, Kant turned back to Sylvus, his eyes filled with determination.

"We accept."

At this point, they realized they had become playthings for a Deity Emperor.

If they played along, there might be a slim chance of survival.

But if they resisted, death was guaranteed.

"In that case, let's begin," Sylvus said with a smile.

He had finally drawn them into his game.

With a wave of his hand, a barrier appeared, covering a 200-meter radius around the shop.