Free Web NovelChapter 45: min jae and level 45 demon
"The server channels have officially flatlined," Major General Shin Ye-rin reported, her steel-gray eyes fixed onto the tactical terminal screen. Her crisp, military voice carried an ironclad weight. "The international superpower remnants aren’t even begging anymore, Monarch. Seeing a forty-thousand-man demon vanguard fleet get molecularly erased in less than three seconds has forced every single regional faction into absolute, unconditional submission."
"Let them remain silent," Min-jae said smoothly, his voice a low, seductive baritone that sent an immediate shiver down the spines of the women behind him. He casually pulled his hands out of his armor’s pocket segments, checking the glowing golden runes along his gauntlets. "Earth is merely a neutralized sector. Our guide has completed her initial synchronization window."
Vooom.!
The heavy white marble doors of the private thermal springs slid open with a soft, misty hiss, releasing a dense wave of vanilla-scented steam that curled gracefully across the lounge.
Walking out of the misty corridor, her long silk train sweeping the celestial marble floorboards, was Liu Xiao. The beautiful, silver-green haired deity had completely finished her initial immersion inside the starlight pool. She was fully dressed, draped once more in her ultra-luxury green and white silk hanfu gown, the flowing fabric perfectly clinging to her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass curves and full, heavy chest. Her impossibly narrow waist was cinched tightly by the soft purple-and-gold belt, and her exotic emerald-green eyes were now shining with a pristine, un-fractured radiance that proved her baseline parameters had officially locked onto a solid ten percent capacity.
Her pale porcelain cheeks still held a faint, beautiful crimson blush as her eyes met Min-jae’s armored frame, her mind instantly recalling the embarrassing encounter inside the translucent water.
"Monarch..." Liu Xiao spoke, her voice a low, seductive melody that trembled with a newfound, fanatical reverence. She stepped forward with a majestic, heavy grace, stopping exactly a foot away from his solar aura. "The starlight matrix has completely mended my inner circuits. My master’s nature core is no longer decaying. I can fully guide your team through the primary star-maps of the Heavenly Realm."
"Good," Min-jae murmured, his deadpan black eyes scanning her fully stabilized mana channels with absolute satisfaction. He didn’t reference the hot springs, but a cold, predatory grin spread across his handsome face. "We don’t launch a celestial crusade with broken maps. Ye-rin, activate the intercontinental satellite network. Cross-reference her data cube with the upper-tier dimensional rifts."
"Anchors locked!" Ye-rin executed instantly, her fingers blurring across the console layout.
[System Notification: The sss-rank Celestial Palace Matrix has initiated the Cosmic Tracking Sequence!]
[Primary Target Locked: The Golden Gate of the Heavenly Sector—The Palace of the Third Sky King!] freeweɓnøvel.com
Before the team could even execute their standard gear check, the open nebula sky above the palace lounge violently fractured once more. The peaceful, starlit petals were instantly incinerated by a sudden, massive wave of corrosive purple void energy that descended from a new, towering dimensional rift breaking through the clouds.
"Gurraaaa!"
A monstrous, thunderous roar shattered the quiet atmosphere of the metropolis. Charging down from the sky portal was a secondary, high-tier entity— General Malgorg (Level 45), an absolute elite executioner of the Demon God’s vanguard line. He stood nearly fourteen feet tall, his massive skeletal frame encased in thick, jagged black iron plates that bled continuous streams of cold shadow ink. In his giant, gauntleted hands, he carried a massive, triple-bladed demonic broadsword that crackled with unstable void-fission electricity. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Unlike the previous servants, Malgorg didn’t waste time with long, aristocratic speeches. He brought his massive black blade down in a devastating, horizontal splitting arc straight toward the apex of the Lotte World Tower, launching a multi-mile wave of pure kinetic destruction designed to turn the entire upper half of the fortress into molten scrap metal.
"Defensive positions!" Yoo Ji-a roared, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying as her Void-Valkyrie’s Crescent Fang spear snap-pointed straight at the incoming rift, its dual blades crackling with twilight lightning.
"Stand down, Ji-a," Min-jae commanded flatly, his voice cutting through the panic like an absolute blade.
He didn’t draw the Vajra-Sovereign World-Breaker claymore from his shoulder. He calmly took half a step forward, planting his boots firmly onto the open viewing platform, presenting his exposed chest plate directly into the path of the cataclysmic, level 45 executioner’s blade.
Crash -thoom!
The massive, fourteen-foot black broadsword slammed squarely into Min-jae’s chest plate with enough physical kinetic force to split an entire continental mountain range in half. A blinding, multi-mile explosion of azure void electricity and boiling shadow ink completely swallowed the upper fifty floors of the skyscraper, throwing up a dense curtain of white dust that obscured the stars.
But inside the heart of the world-ending impact zone, the reality-breaking counter-calculations of his SSS-Rank god-armor trait, Absolute Sovereignty, were already firing off at supersonic velocity.
[Ding! Received 350,000 points of Calamity-Rank Kinetic Physical Damage from Level 45 General.]
[sss-rank Talent Active: ’Eternal Vajra Deity Body’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]
[God-Armor Trait Active: ’Absolute Sovereignty’ triggers 200% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 700,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]
A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast erupted from Min-jae’s skin like a literal solar flare. The 700,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly back along the trajectory of the massive blade, completely ignoring General Malgorg’s thick iron plate armor, high abyssal defensive shields, and level-based damage reduction metrics.
The Level 45 executioner’s hollow golden eyes instantly snapped wide in unadulterated, primal horror.
Bang!
The giant, triple-bladed demonic broadsword didn’t just bend; it completely, violently exploded into a million flying fragments of molten scrap metal from the localized kinetic resonance. The 700,000 points of True Damage tore straight through Malgorg’s skeletal chest, while the Solar Fracture trait instantly ignited his underlying life-force, burning away his divine mana pool by 5% every single millisecond.
"g-gahhhh! What kind of monstrous immunity"Malgorg shrieked in agony, his massive fourteen-foot frame violently collapsing to his knees onto the concrete plaza two miles below, his dark life bar instantly flatlining as his entire body caved inward from the self-inflicted backlash.
Before his ashes could even touch the dirt, Han Chae-won ran to the edge of the viewing platform, her face flushed with an absolute, fanatical exhilaration as she raised her small hands. "The cosmic treasury is officially broken, boss! Global Spatial Devour!"
A massive, sweeping wave of purple spatial energy rippled outward from her petite frame, expanding across the entire district square below. The shattered black iron plates, the molten sword fragments, a glowing SSS-rank core upgrade manual, and a pulsing, diamond-like General Core Core floating over the crater were instantaneously vacuumed into her infinite void stasis inventory, leaving the entire sector pristine and spotless.
[Ding! You have eliminated the Level 45 Demon General Vanguard (Malgorg)! Gained 60,000 EXP!]
[Ding! You have leveled up! You are now Level 16!]
Min-jae stood amidst the cascading golden experience notifications, his clothes completely clean, his hands remaining casually inside his armor’s pocket segments. He turned his deadpan obsidian eyes back toward his six stunning queens and the gorgeous, silver-green haired goddess, all of whom were standing in absolute, breathless silence, their minds completely short-circuited by the casual deletion of a Level 45 General.
"The warm-up is completely over," Min-jae murmured, his voice a low, seductive baritone that echoed across the entire planet like a continuous thunderclap. He slowly reached up, gripping the heavy hilt of the space-cutting claymore on his shoulder, his eyes flashing with a commanding, god-like golden light as the golden starlight path to the heavens opened wide before them. "Prepare the Dread-Mechs, girls. We are crossing the celestial gates... and we are going to harvest the rest of their gods."
