The "Original Sin Many-Faced Beast" Malachi on the seventh throne let out a deep roar.
His form was extremely twisted, with seven heads from different races growing on a malformed torso, each head representing a primal negative emotion.
At the moment, it was the central human head speaking, its eye sockets burning with the green flames of envy:
"Resources? Agatha, you speak so lightly! Which of those truly valuable spoils have ended up in our hands?"
The other heads on his body started to chime in:
The Beastman head roared: "We can only drink her leftovers!"
The Elf head said sinisterly: "That woman kept the best for herself!"
The Dragon Race head spewed sulfur flames: "I wish I could tear her to pieces!"
Other Supreme Apostles also displayed unsettling forms on their own thrones:
Nocturn, the "Twisted Sage" on the ninth throne, looked most humanoid.
But upon closer inspection, every part of his body followed different physical laws—his left arm bent forward, his right arm backward, his head sometimes upright, sometimes upside down.
...
Bradish, the "Flesh Sculpture" on the twelfth throne, was a constantly shape-shifting mass of flesh, tentacles dancing like sea anemones, leaving scarlet trails in the air with each movement.
Besides that, there were the "Monarch of Bone Mountain" Kalazek, the "Liquid Demon" Miras, the "Mother of Swarms" Shivana...
As the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, a deafening roar descended from the sky.
"A bunch of goddamn cowards!"
The rough roar shattered the tranquility of the entire space.
In the next moment, a colossal figure fell from the void like a meteor, crashing directly onto the second throne.
The immense impact caused the whole throne area to tremble violently, and the souls that formed the throne emitted pitiful wails.
Splattered flesh fragments scattered like raindrops, sizzling with corrosive sounds on the bone-like floor.
The terrifying form of Chai Ye, the "Dragon Demon," fully unfolded before the Apostles:
Three ferocious dragon heads arranged in a triangular pattern, each exuding a different pressure.
The left dragon head’s eyes burned with furious red flames, between its fangs lingered fragments of unknown creatures;
The central dragon head was indifferent and merciless, dignified like an ancient statue;
The right dragon head bore sadistic pleasure, its tongue constantly licking the corners of its mouth.
Its enormous body emitted a suffocating bloody scent, as if it had just emerged from a mountain of corpses.
Wounds covered its body, with golden blood flowing like lava, each drop corroding deep pits on the ground.
"I just returned from the fourth layer," Chai Ye’s left dragon head spoke, its voice booming like thunder:
"Do you know what I saw there? A bunch of damned Wizards excavating ancient relics!"
The central dragon head took over, its tone terrifyingly somber:
"And we so-called ’Supreme Apostles,’ can only hide in the depths of the Abyss, not daring to make a peep!"
The right dragon head erupted in insane laughter:
"Hahahaha! A dozen weaklings poked to death by the Witch King’s fingertip, dare to sit on thrones and call themselves Supreme Apostles? Probably can’t even beat ordinary Great Wizards, I alone can take on three of you!"
This statement was like a bomb, instantly igniting the fury of all present Apostles.
"What did you say?!"
Malachi’s seven heads simultaneously roared in rage, each head’s eyes spewing flames of different colors:
"Chai Ye, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re ranked second!"
"Three heads been blasted by the exterminating beam of a Great Wizard?"
"You bastard born to a &%￥#*&!"
Agatha’s rotting face twisted into a horrifying expression, a large amount of green pus flowing from the hole in her chest:
"Chai Ye, did your big lizard brain get stuck between sound waves?"
Chai Ye looked at these angry colleagues, all three dragon heads revealing mocking smiles.
"You lot?"
It stood up, its six wings spread wide, casting a vast shadow over the entire throne area.
Space started to warp under its pressure, emitting groaning sounds overwhelmed by the strain:
"I said you probably couldn’t beat even ordinary Great Wizards, wasn’t wrong there!"
The central dragon head’s voice turned even more frenzied: "A bunch of losers hiding in their nests playing house, dare to challenge me?"
Just as the words landed, Chai Ye’s left arm swung like lightning toward the nearest Agatha.
This punch carried terrifying power enough to shatter stars, tearing space like paper and revealing the chaotic void beneath.
Agatha barely raised her arms to defend, but the massive impact still blasted her and the throne away.
Her body composed of decaying organs shattered in the collision.
Green pus rained down, each drop carrying strong corrosive properties.
"Chai Ye! You damned lunatic!"
Malachi’s seven heads roared simultaneously, rage driving him to madness.
Seven different attributes of energy surged from each head—flames, frost, venom, lightning, acidic fog, shadow, and pure spirit shock.
But Chai Ye’s reaction was faster, the right dragon head suddenly turned toward Malachi, opening its enormous mouth.
"Shut up!"
A pure white energy beam shot from the dragon mouth, a force of destruction compressed to the extreme.
Where the beam passed, matter was annihilated, even the flow of time twisted.