Vile Rabbit

As the wrathful one chanted, his billions of warriors in the towers joined in,

"Oh great realm of doom, heed our call, grant us access to blood and gore, embrace us in your arms of endless battle. Let us dance within the embrace of death."

"Oh great realm of doom, heed our call, grant us access to blood and gore, embrace us in your arms of endless battle. Let us dance within the embrace of death."

"Oh great realm of doom, heed our call, grant us access to blood and gore, embrace us in your arms of endless battle. Let us dance within the embrace of death."

Their voices were so potent that they created shockwaves that spread out for billions of kilometers. A few seconds later, something chaotic, something that reeked of death and blood, heard their call, and it gladly answered with urgency.

The space before the wrathful one twisted, turned, and then condensed into a crimson singularity, spanning a few meters in diameter.

Boom!

The wrathful one, stopped chanting, then commanded in a majestic tone,

"Enter!"

After which he took a single step and vanished inside the singularity zap! An instant later,

zap! Zap! Zap!

The thousands of ships also vanished inside the singularity.

The wrathful one reappeared in a place that could only be described as chaotic death. A continent stretched beyond his perception, filled with countless creatures of all different life tiers, species, and paths killing each other gruesomely.

There was no order at all; anything went ganging, higher-tier creatures killing even the lowest-tier creatures like grass, creatures dying to random shockwaves at any given moment, and betrayal.

The worst thing was that creatures were not the only things one would have to face in this world of death; the environment itself was also a force of death.

Countless stars randomly fell from the sky, raging cosmic winds, cosmic lava washing the earth and cosmic lightning capable of obliterating anything below the 5th tier, with temperatures dropping and rising to the point where 3rd-tier creatures would freeze or burn to death, and all of these were random.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Splat! Splat! Splat!

The moment he appeared, he found himself dead center of an ongoing battle between two armies one composed of billions of insects and the other of millions of hawk-like birds.

He frown and his majestic voice rang out as his right hand vanished as he backhanded the space before him, commanding,

"Be gone!"

Boom!

A terrifying shock wave of destruction exploded outward in all directions like a bubble, and before creatures could react, the shockwave annihilated ninety-nine percent of them and everything else within a light year, including the ground, creating a vacuum devoid of basic matter.

He left a few hundred creatures from both armies because he sensed foreign paths radiating from them; his eyes flashed, and they vanished. At the same time, he noticed that his physical strength increased by a percentage so small that it was almost unnoticeable completely inconsequential.

He scanned his existence, confirming that there were no side effects.

At that moment, zip! The space behind him fluctuated, and his armies materialized behind him. He turned to them and ordered,

"Set up a fortress right at this very spot; here will be our base for now."

As he spoke, his unconcealed will expanded outward like a tsunami in all directions.

one light year.

one hundred light years.

five hundred light years.

one thousand light years.

ten thousand light years.

Countless images of war and death flashed in his mind, and it was the same two creatures from before. It was as if they occupied the area of the doom realm where he was. Suddenly, four terrifying divine wills bloomed with anger within the ten-thousand-mark area of his will.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

These wills instantly sensed that he was an unknown foreign entity intervening in their war, and without hesitation, they all joined together and launched a terrifying will-based attack toward him.

The attacks traced the source of his will, and like a burning candle wick, they blazed toward him at speeds far beyond the limits of the material verse. In almost an instant, they already covered half the distance toward him, and his eyes shone with majesty and,

"Hmph!"

After which, his entire will lit up in black flames that incinerated the will attack. He then grasped his right hand toward the source of the wills, and,

shing!

His will instantly condensed into a flaming paw spanning ten thousand light years. It blocked out the sky and grasped toward the source of the will,

"!"

but suddenly he paused as he sensed the source of the wills vanish. He frowned as he scanned the area over and over again. Soon he confirmed that the sources had truly escaped his grasp. But on second thought, he felt their escape made sense; for no ordinary being could survive in this place.

All survivors must have something special about them whether luck, strength, or top survivability/adaptability. And their escape mattered not, for all they would do is either steer clear of him, get back up, or spread the news of a being who could single-handedly crush the combined will attack of four divine beings, which he hoped for.

'Pray that we do not meet again.'

He then turned around and gazed at the towers arranged in a circular formation, their energies connecting to each other, forming a runic barrier. He then vanished and appeared inside the tower that stood dead center of this formation.

He appeared seated on a flaming throne that stood at the center of a golden throne room on the first floor of the tower.

A few meters before him knelt his top generals: Alexandra and her disciple Anul, Malavan and his family, Eve, Thallo, Iron Tooth, and the Crystalian rulers.

They were all clad in shimmering runic armor with a rabbit engraving on their backs; these were 6th-tier armors. They had the ability to resist pollution from the divine, shield against spiritual dimensions, teleportation, and included built-in invaders' banners.

They were perfect for a place such as this.

They waited patiently for his next orders. His gaze flickered with many ideas, and then he ordered in an irrefutable tone,

"Create multiple clones, each to lead an army comprising a million warriors. Your goal is to announce to the world that a new miracle has now entered the playing field by killing everything in sight, no matter who or what. Kill, kill, kill until there are none left to kill, and while you are killing, you are to chant his glorious name so that the world knows who this new miracle is."

After he spoke, he grasped toward them, and crick! A tiny piece of their spirit broke away and flashed into his hand.

It happened so fast they didn't know notice until a few moments later when the soul-rending pain washed over them. Their faces frowned, and their eyes flashed with confusion.

"This is precaution, just in case all of your clones along with your main bodies die. If that should happen, I will be able to revive you with this," he stated. After all, he couldn't just let them die, for he still had use for them. Plus, there was one more thing…

His eyes flashed, and then he continued, "but this doesn't mean you can die as you wish, for bringing you back will have many unpleasant side effects." After he waved his hand, they vanished.

A second later, the sound of tens of millions of mini towers piercing through the air rang out.

whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

His eyes then flashed, as he scanned the creatures that were warring, his will penetrated the mind of an obsidian-armored centipede-like insect that radiated the aura of death.

He saw all its life memories, from the moment it was born in this very realm to its mother giving it the death-devouring technique that it used to step on the DEATH PATH, where all it had to do to advance was to kill and devour the death aura its kills would produce after death to advance to its current 5th-tier rank.

The wrathful one shone as he muttered and analyzed the ranks of the death path, "Sensing death—Gazing death, Death novice—Death master, Death veteran—Death king, Death Emperor—Sovereign of death, Death lord—World ender, Star eater—Civilization sinker, Death incarnate—Doom, Death fiend—Lord fiend, THE END…

These are all realms of death and killing, nothing more, nothing less. All one had to do was kill; talent and resources are irrelevant; only killing is needed. An extreme path, a path that thrives in a merciless place like this… a path worthy of being an alpha."

Muttered Apexion as he thought of possible countermeasures for this path. He had heard of the path before from this Hanging Tree; it was one of the three alphas path in the universe. The divine made two, and the human ancestor made three. His would have made four, but he knew that his path was something above the alphas' path.