1554 Last Time

Samael Astreas rubbed his thumb with the index finger, causing sparks of divine power between the two.

That divine power was enough to destroy every single warrior inside Lionar galaxy at this moment.

But he didn't make a move. If he had to move in person for a mere satellite galaxy, then he wouldn't need to head a faction, representing a third of the Empire.

"Hector, what a disappointing end. You let me down." The Prince shook his head, his eyes as cold and indifferent as ever, but there was an glint of anger in them.

He grabbed into the void.

The remains of Hector Russ as well as the dead pseudo divine rankers which were present an entirely galaxy away were pulled in front of him.

With a flick of his finger, the foreign aura lingering in them was separated. It was unlike anything the prince had ever seen. And he had seen a lot.

"The powers of different paths is not due to treasures."