AN: *Timidly walks in* was back a week ago in my Wordpress page... This chapter was completed and edited by 16th July 2015, so it comes with quite late... My bad...

Also I won't be answering to all those comments asking me to come back... TBH I'm quite scared to read them all...

So I gave a shout out for a source for Archaic Terms, I need them for prophecies. They will definitely feel better with archaic flavor haha

There was a blinding light. So much light that whole world was covered in it, for a brief time it enveloped everything. In the midst of everything Nova, Mersa and thousands of battlefield participants braced themselves for the impact from the shock wave... which never came.

Mersa was completely baffled, and she wasn’t alone. Even high ups, have never seen anything like this, the sudden light surge disappeared as suddenly as it arrived leaving a white sphere behind.

There was only one person who knew what was happening. And it was our blue haired First Sergeant Nova. When she opened her eyes she became speechless. In front of her the white sphere became a New World. She was the only one who was able to see the runes and in front of her the seemingly “normal” white sphere was lighted up with countless runes.

It was like a light bulb was turned on.

[: Wha-a?]

In an instant those black boxes had changed their active runes. And what was this aura… The color... It was not Vorst's. Nova was sure about that. Every person’s aura has a distinct color, and she knew that Vorst had a Violet one, completely different to those golden yellow symbols.

However at this moment the thing that stunned her most was the newly formed Golden Serpent that was tirelessly circling inside the round black sphere. That Golden Serpent was entirely made from electric-like discharges of photons.

[Meanwhile]

After the roar the rigid defensive formation of M-Colloses started cracking. They just could not comprehend what kind of monstrosity appeared in front of them.

When it lunged towards them it was like an invisible signal.

The Crimson Empire's ranks completely collapsed, they just simply could not help it, their morale was low to begin with, and now with that thing going after them all of them decided to RUN!

Scatter.

Although they were not Rankers, As Circle tier class fighters they were still considered to be the elite of the army, but now they did not care about appearances anymore and ran away with all their might.

The Golden Serpent whose girth was ten meters wide and over a hundred meters long was as fast as lightning. In an instant it swallowed over five M-Colloses as it passed through them. Only charred remains were left in its wake, it was pure energy to begin with, when it touched them the pilot and all systems were completely fried.

All of the observers trembled before its might.

Once again another thunderous CRACK resounded through battlefield as the serpent moved with lightning speed and several lives were lost. As it continued to roam through the air, every Empire soldier became completely pale...

Lieutenant Milles Ever was from a Silver Eagle sub-race. As a Crimson Empire citizen born with a UHigh aptitude since the beginning he had everything he wished for. In Crimson Empire, a sub-race defined your position in the hierarchy. The UHigh were kings, while Low sub-races were nothing more than slaves. He was brought up with this kind of mindset since the time he started walking, so for him to look down on others became as natural as breathing.

That's because the heavens had obviously blessed him.

He was a chosen one.

Besides innate aptitude the second most important attribute was Power. Ever since he was small he learned to behave in front of those stronger than him, but once he overtook them he did not hold a shred of respect for those people anymore.

In the end he reached 12th Upper Circle Tier.

A step away from immortality.

A small step but the difference between those two were incomparable.

One was piloting a God, a hundred meter high Machine that could single handedly annihilate armies. The other one was driving a puny five meter M-Collos.

He achieved 12th UCT five hundred years ago, and since then he was convinced that as long as he was careful there was no dangers for him on the battlefield. That is until the strange being, the Crimson Ice Queen emerged several years ago. That one...

And now...

He was staring helplessly at the large energy serpent that flashed in his direction.

That flash took a fraction of a second, but for him it lasted almost an eternity. During that instant he lost control over all of his bodily functions.

Then.

The serpent miraculously stopped several meters away from him. Too bad Lieutenant Milles Ever already unloaded all contents of his bowels into his pants...

He blankly stared as the Golden Serpent turned and flew off in a different direction.

[: Fuck, he is targeting the Hex Squad. Everyone get the fuck away from the Hex Squad.]

A shout suddenly appeared in their communication system, and in an instant other M-Colloses understood what was going on.

Every single person inside the Hex Squad was genetically modified and additionally underwent hundreds of surgeries to make their nano-photons compatible, and thus every single success was valued greatly. Every single one had a higher clearance than any Circle Tier, and were only lower than Rankers.

Even a mere LCT from Hex Squad could freely order around a normal UCT. However today they were lowest among the food chain.

Milles saw one of those approaching him on his radar. It was a M-Collos with the red badge of the Hex Squad that was fleeing for his life. It was getting dangerously close...

[: Oh shit. Get away from me! (Blast)]

[: Y-you..]

Without a second thought he gathered all of his nano-photons and shot it towards the approaching machine. It was thrown away by that explosion - a normal blast did not have enough power to seriously damage a M-Collos, but it had enough power to push it back - and an instant later the serpent arrived to finish it off.

Yes, he will most probably be killed for this, but martial court was far away, and this serpent was way closer.

Within the next few seconds scenes like these became common...

Suddenly a communication channel opened in front of Marc. It was one of the higher ups and Marc vaguely recalled that the old looking man was something like an Admiral of some Fleet... V-something...

[--Kaya--: It's the 14th Grand Fleet, "Velvet". Admiral Vernir Renves, a Ranker.]

Yes... something like that, Marc nodded. He still didn't bother to remember him anyway.

[: Private Vorst, Sergeant Celina, cease your attack, we need a few of them alive.]

The people on Alliance's side also noticed the obvious pattern of the Serpent. In Kollos Alliance experiments on human being were very strictly regulated, therefore its progress was extremely slow, therefore those people from Hex Squad would provide an enormous amount of experience in that field of expertise.

That's why the Admiral directly connected to convey that order, however the two young adults in front of him didn't react to his words at all, the pursuit of the serpent continued as if nothing happened.

[: Cease your attack! This is an order soldier!]

Inside his soul Marc snorted. Order? Soldier? Heh. Marc was a ! No existence in all of the planes had the right to order around a !

Just as his domineering aura was about to pour out in response a slim white hand touched his cheek. He lowered his gaze to meet the jade eyed beauty.

[--Kaya--: Just ignore him Marc, it will be for the best.]

After he saw her earnest gaze he immediately settled down.

Right, he was just about to do things without thinking about consequences... Again.

Kaya, as one of his followers also did not approve of the tone which that man used with her beloved Shujin-sama, but the current difference in status between them was too large, and it will make it more difficult for them in future. For now Marc already is revealing enormous amounts of power... So much that it will definitely scare some people enough to antagonize them. In the near future every single power will be extremely cautious about him.

She was well aware that right now Marc needed more allies. Wrong. Marc just needed more time... Therefore she needs to gain him as much time as possible. Yes, on one hand there was that matter, however there is no way that her Marc shall comply to orders from someone! Not only would he not be willing, but she absolutely would never allow that!

Lily held the same thoughts and had already made her move. The demoness only revealed her usual mischievous smile when Marc's gaze gave her an inquiring look after he felt that she released her power. Just now she used her (Omen of Deceit) to mask all of the reactions coming from the young man's body - to the elder man on the other side of the communication system both Vorst and Celina were totally unresponsive, as if they were in a trance.

Calla on the other hand sent a killing gaze towards the image of that old man, a pitch black killing intent enveloped her, and its density was so high that it became visible. In fact in the previous world that ominous hazy cloud was capable of disintegrating fiefdoms, even small kingdoms. It was obvious that she found Her Lord being belittled unacceptable.

The serpent only needed three more seconds to finish off all its targets. As it progressed it became smaller and smaller, there were black boxes falling down too. They were completely burned out - the spell strength was simply too much and damaged the materials.

However the results were all worth it, all forty two of them were completely annihilated within that short amount of time.

The "Little One" raised its head towards the sky. Its duty was finished.

For the last time it opened its jaws...

ROOOOAR!!!!!!!

Its body completely dissolved and scattered into numerous lightning strikes that shot towards the sky as if it was trying to destroy heavens...

...

..

.

Violet light enveloped the enormous black door of Marc's Throne Room, countless mysterious symbols appeared as it formed a spectral gate. Infinite darkness was flowing within... And from the darkness a pair of fiery red serpentine eyes appeared with crimson glow.

[--Kaya--: Ah. It's been a while...]

[--Calla--: Little Fa, come here.]

The Black Angel's mood improved immediately and she showed a brilliant smile as she beckoned the creature to enter. After it was given permission "Little One" did not hesitate anymore and swiftly entered through the doors. There was nothing little about it! It was huge no matter how you looked at it... It was a saint type dragon (lizard-like, four legged with wings). He was over one hundred and fifty meters long, and with his bright golden scales his might simply radiated out of him.

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When it comes to crafting there are two things Marc excels at. One of them is weapons, the ones that he makes are tastefully decorated and would always display an outstanding destructive power. The other one is construct creation. Marc is a Prime Dragon, and every Prime Dragon has the innate ability to craft a powerful body and breathe life into it, to make a (Draconic Sacred Beast).

[--Marc--: Little One.]

[--Lily--: Fafnir.]

And this is one of his Sacred Beasts. The "Elder Dragon Knight" Fafnir, the Saint type Dragon Beast from a Golden Lineage. Nicknamed as the "Little One".

In an instant Calla arrived next to it, in response the beast immediately and happily lowered its head to allow her to pet it. The imposing and proud attitude he displayed just a while ago was nowhere to be seen.

Celina in the white space was quite nervous because Marc totally ignored an order from a Fleet Admiral. After all, as a soldier she was trained to comply to orders.

Because just as she was about to instinctively execute that order the arms around her tightened.

Admiral vs Vorst...

Well, the result was obvious.

As for Marc, being simultaneously in three places at once posed him no challenge, what's more he only needed to maintain the black cubes, because the Golden Serpent was mostly controlled by Fafnir.

[--Marc--: I have to go.]

His voice finally disrupted that comfortable silence. For Celina that sentence spoken with a low but soft voice was a like wake up call as deep inside she wished for the previous dream like moment to continue forever.

[--Celina--: You have to go...]

She repeated after him, her soft whisper resounded through the infinite white space.

[--Celina--: Vorst... *gulp* It is true right? What you said before. That I can be with you... Y-you didn't lie right?]

Her face was showing anxiousness as her eyes became watery. She thought it was fine with it being a lie, but now the situation was totally different. Like a child has no fear of fire before it's burned, she thought it was fine before but now after tasting the happiness she was truly afraid of losing it.

[--Marc--: You're mine, and that’s not going to change.]

Once again he blinked and his arms embraced her.

[--Marc--: I'm an extremely selfish person, I only take, I never give my things away. And... I'm still next to you.]

And with those words he disappeared from her soul.

Celina immediately regained control over her body, her soul without him was left with an utter sense of loneliness. A sense of despair started to creep into her and at that moment she felt a hand on her cheeks.

[Vorst: I'm here. Breathe. Slowly...]

His voice near her ears immediately awakened her soul from its stupor, the chill that she felt caused her body to stop breathing for a moment. Once reminded she immediately took several deep gulps of air.

The admiral on the other side was watching this scene in silence.

At first when he connected to them he was secretly shocked with how close those two were to each other, he knew that this young man was with Mersa Camellia. He decided let this pass for a moment and instructed them to stop... only to find them being in some sort of trance, he repeated the orders once again, but by the third time all of them were already finished.

[: Private Vorst didn't you hear my orders?]

Just in an instant Marc was about to shatter that monitor Lily swiftly took over.

[: Orders? What orders?]

Young man's face flushed and showed a state of a complete confusion.

Inside Marc's Soul Realm Kaya was continuously calming down two incarnations of destruction as their auras filled with killing intent swirled around endlessly.

Fafnir on the other hand quickly shrank to a size of 5 meters long, 2 meters high and hid itself in the far corner. Although he was usually incredibly brave those two were simply too terrifying, especially his favorite mistress Calla, she barely ever got angry but once she was... His body, soul and mind all trembled in horror.