Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"Please be at peace, My Emperor," Rindel whispered as he appeared beside the lifeless body of Valeris, gently closing his eyes. There was a sorrowful weight in his gaze, but he quickly turned away.

Falling to one knee before Aengus, he declared, "Please take my allegiance, Your Imperial Highness."

Aengus regarded him with a cold but calm demeanor. "We accept. You may rise," he replied, his gaze briefly shifting toward Aria before returning to Rindel.

"Go. Make the necessary preparations for the submission of the rest of your warriors. Otherwise, all of them will face death," Aengus ordered without hesitation, his tone sharp and commanding.

Rindel lowered his head further in acknowledgment. "Your words are my command." He rose swiftly and left to carry out his task.

Once Rindel was gone, Aengus turned to Aria, his tone softening. "Let's consolidate our army. Then we'll decide which of the remaining two giant Empires we should pick next."

Aria nodded, her serene expression masking the complexity of emotions brewing beneath. "Yes, Ethan. But with the strength we've amassed, no force can stand in our way."

From time to time, Aengus cast her strange glances, making her feel uneasy.

She couldn't tell what was suddenly wrong with him. She sensed a distance growing between them, though it might have just been her overthinking. Shaking off the doubt, she focused on merging the army.

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In the Demon World, Lucifer and the other Primordials had just received news about the attacks on their domains by Demon Lord Ruination.

Not only had he rejected the Council's invitation, but he had also waged a brutal war against them.

"Just where did he get such courage?"

"Should we still proceed with the Grand Attack on Solis, Lucifer?" Asmodeus asked, looking worried. He could sense something was off about Demon Lord Ruination. Taking down 25 Demon Lords was no small feat.

"Perhaps our suspicions are correct, Lucifer," Leviathan growled in rage. "He definitely has some connection to the Heir of Ruination. Otherwise, how could he muster such audacity?"

Lucifer finally began to take the situation seriously.

"Alright, I will speak with the Supreme Father about this. However, we must proceed with the Grand War to harvest souls for his recovery. We're on the verge of success. One last push, and our Supreme Father will rise again, teaching everyone their lesson—whether it's the Heir of Ruination or those Gods," Lucifer declared as he stormed out of the icy hall.

The Primordials quickly set the plan into motion, mobilizing the entire Demon World to wage war on the Human World. Billions of demonic minions, ranging from imps to Demon Lords, prepared to unleash chaos and devastation. A tidal wave of darkness loomed, ready to bring unparalleled carnage and despair to the innocent masses.

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Lucifer descended deep into the frozen wasteland, a forbidden and desolate place where even the bravest Demon Lords feared to tread. The air was thick with an oppressive gloom, and the very darkness seemed alive, writhing with unseen malice.

Navigating the jagged, icy cavern walls, Lucifer eventually arrived at a massive metal door, its surface ancient and corroded, etched with runes of despair and chaos. The rusted exterior exuded a chilling aura so potent it could obliterate Demon Lords instantly.

Even Lucifer, with his vast power, felt the oppressive weight of the darkness emanating from the door. Yet, his composure remained unshaken.

Raising his hand, he rapped lightly against the metal, the sound echoing ominously through the cavern. Slowly, the door groaned open, its hinges creaking with the eerie reluctance of something undisturbed for centuries. The chilling air spilled forth, like the exhale of an ancient slumbering force.

Inside the dimly lit chamber, the air seemed to thrum with an unnatural energy. A figure sat cross-legged on the cold, stone floor, his dark skin resembling cracked obsidian. From these fissures, streams of shadow leaked and coiled, as though his very essence could not be contained.

The runes etched into the walls pulsed faintly, alive and writhing with ancient power, casting an eerie glow across the room. His tattered robes, though worn and ancient, radiated an oppressive, terrifying darkness that could smother even the bravest souls.

Despite his ominous appearance, the man's expression was serene, a paradoxical calm that belied the raging tempest within. He exuded an unspoken authority. He was a force older than the stars themselves.

This was the God of Darkness, the Supreme Father of the Abyss.

His gaze, though cold and distant, softened slightly as it fell upon Lucifer. "You have come, Lucifer," he said, his raspy voice echoing like whispers of the abyss.

Without hesitation, Lucifer fell to his knees, bowing deeply until his forehead touched the frigid floor. "Yes, Supreme Father. Your child had disappointed you. And he is here to seek your guidance."

"Oh, Is it about the Heir of Ruination? The pendant I gave you? You must have seen something, I assume," the Demon God chuckled strangely.

Lucifer raised his head and answered, "Yes, Father. That power is truly extraordinary. We are just like fragments of fading scenery to them. They control our lives like dolls. I don't like it. I want that power," Lucifer's face was fervent with desire and madness.

"A hahaha...a hahaha.."

The God of Darkness leaned his head back, his cracked visage split into a twisted grin as he laughed maniacally, the sound reverberating off the rune-marked walls like the cries of a thousand damned souls. His hand covered his forehead, trembling slightly as his laughter echoed, growing louder and more unsettling.

Lucifer watched, bewildered. His icy blue eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Why are you laughing, Father? Can you see something that we don't?" he asked, not daring to be offended.

The laughter subsided gradually, replaced by a faint, almost pitying smile on the Darkness god's face. He lowered his hand and fixed Lucifer with an intense gaze, his eyes glimmering with a depth of knowledge that seemed to span eons.

"Ah, my ambitious child," he said, his raspy with an enigmatic amusement. "Do you know why I was banished by those people?oh I haven't told you the truth, have I?"