My Wives Of Simulation

Chapter 44: The King Cannot Be Humiliated

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"Artoria, watch out. The essence of war is soldier against soldier, general against general... king against king!"

Determined to bring Artoria with him, Elric gathered Artoria, Morgan, Mellie, Vivian, and Guinevere to accompany him this time.

With a burst of vast aura, a soaring figure suddenly appeared in front of Vortigern.

"Glory to you..."

Before anyone could see Elric's movements clearly, Vortigern felt an immense force strike him. His entire chest was instantly blasted into a mangled mass of flesh, his body flung hundreds of meters away. Countless soldiers were crushed in the aftermath as his body collided violently with a distant mountain.

In that moment, the majestic auras of the Beast of Apocalypse and the Beast of the Savior swept across the battlefield, stunning everyone in its wake.

Gazing at Elric's towering figure with awe, Gazef felt as though he had been transported back to the days when he fought alongside the king.

"See, Brain? This is the king's fighting style. The king doesn't waste time chatting with the enemy—he relies on an unstoppable offense, overwhelming them head-on."

"Everyone, charge!"

While the battlefield on Elric's side surged with fervor, Oberon and Beryl stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

"What just happened? Where is Vortigern?"

The sound of mountains collapsing in the distance snapped them out of their stupor.

"Damn Reinhard! How could he attack so directly?"

Narrowing his eyes, Oberon swiftly activated the power of dreams and lies, transforming himself into the white dragon of Britain. His massive dragon claws lunged toward Elric with fierce intent.

However, the next instant, a metallic clash echoed through the air as Elric effortlessly seized Oberon's claw. Despite the immense size difference, the scene carried a strange, surreal elegance.

"A dragon?"

Standing motionless in mid-air, his body ablaze with dark flames, Elric revealed his evolved form. No longer bound by the juvenile stage, he had ascended to his mature state.

Activating the Sea of Killing, the entire sky was instantly drenched in blood-red hues.

Under countless stunned gazes, the King of Glory's fist unleashed a terrifying force of death, sending Oberon's massive form hurtling through the air.

Mountains crumbled, armies disbanded, earth and rocks surged, and the very heavens seemed to shift in turmoil.

"What madness is this?"

As a legendary monster, Oberon possessed the power to destroy Britain entirely—a force capable of reshaping the world. Yet, this was the first time he had been so brutally overpowered.

Feeling part of his energy annihilated, the massive silver dragon, over 100 meters long, clawed at the ground to steady himself. His brown, reptilian eyes widened in sheer terror.

Is this being truly human? How could anyone wield such overwhelming power?

"I don't like the way you're looking at me."

Suddenly, an oppressive aura weighed heavily upon Oberon. His gaze locked onto Elric, whose once-black eyes now glowed with golden light.

A faint smile tugged at Elric's lips as he spoke softly. "Didn't you want to see me? Why are you running so far now?"

As the words fell, Elric raised his right hand toward the heavens. The sky responded with swirling winds, roaring thunder, and a cascade of lightning.

A crackling bolt of lightning materialized in his hand.

Heavenly Power Seven (Disaster)!

The power to command natural and man-made disasters rested in his grasp.

With a stance as taut as a drawn bow and lightning arching like a full moon, Elric unleashed a cataclysmic thunderbolt. The strike tore through Oberon's entire body, sending him crashing to the ground with explosive force.

The impact reverberated through Kamran, causing the entire region to quake.

"That lightning—the judgment of heaven and earth—how could it possibly be wielded by a human?"

Shouting out in horror, Beryl realized that this world was far more terrifying than he had imagined. It possessed actual consciousness, such as Alaya, the collective will of humanity; Gaia, the spirit of the planet; and, the sentience of the moon, among others.

In theory, the so-called thunder and lightning were manifestations of divine punishment, but at their core, they were movements of energy, intricately linked to the restraining forces governing the entire planet.

As the saying goes, the power of natural disasters is not something humans can wield. Yet here was Elric, holding the thunder of the heavens in his grasp. At that moment, Beryl understood—it was a grave mistake to come to this world.

Run!

This thought barely surfaced when Elric's figure disappeared in a flash.

In the next instant, a deafening roar erupted between heaven and earth. The ground quaked violently, and an immense force pinned Beryl to the point where he could no longer breathe.

"Strange, didn't you say you wanted to see me? Now that I'm here, why are you running?"

Elric's tone was calm, but his actions were anything but merciful. With effortless dominance, he stepped on Beryl's head, forcing him into submission.

This was Elric's way. If he chose to act, he acted decisively, bringing his full strength to utterly crush his enemies. He had read countless anime and novels, seen too many villains fail because of overconfidence or excessive talk. He would not make the same mistake.

His creed was simple: his camp was chaotic neutral, wholly self-centered, and entirely dictatorial.

When he ruled over the Roman Empire—long before he acquired the Beast of Apocalypse or the Beast of the Savior—he had massacred the empire's lands more than once. Otherwise, why would the church call him a devil? And even then, they only dared to do so after his supposed death.

Do what must be done. Do what you want to do. Follow your own will.

This was the essence of Elric.

He had no mercy to spare, no intention of letting a defeated enemy rise again. At the beginning, when Vortigern's envoy Meila had dared to speak rudely, Elric had decapitated him on the spot without hesitation.

Beryl had been a nuisance for far too long.

If not for Elric's plan to use him and his faction to wipe out weaker forces, Beryl would have been dead long ago. Did these fools truly believe he was a benevolent emperor?

What a joke.

The king cannot be insulted!

For Elric, it didn't matter who posed a threat—be it a weakling or a formidable foe. He would use his full power to eliminate all potential dangers. That was the way of the Emperor of Eternal Night, the very man who once cast a shadow of despair over the entire Roman aristocracy—Reinhard.

Now, with Beryl battered and broken, Elric looked down at him with an unsettling smile.

"I've met your expectations. What? Still not satisfied?"

"No... no! I wouldn't dare…"

All of Beryl's pride, courage, and instincts had been obliterated. His only remaining thought was the primal desire to survive.

In his desperation, he was willing to do anything to live.

Seeing the bloodied, humiliated figure before him, Elric nodded in satisfaction.

"Good… now, did you say thank you?"

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Note: Here we should delve into Elric's evolving personality. As his journey progresses, the original Elric changes.

From a man who understood when to advance or retreat, when to weigh gains and losses, when to choose and sacrifice, and when to act for the greater good, Elric had now grown into the Emperor of Eternal Night. From there, he ascended to become the King of Glory.

Step by step, Elric was transforming—from man to king, and perhaps, one day, into a god.