I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 160: The Birth of a King! III

The sensation was indescribable.

In his mind, it was hard to even convince himself he was still human. The Descent of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix III quality was truly terrifying.

It wasn't just a transformation of his body, it was a descent of the very essence of the creature itself, permeating through him.

And it transformed his mind as well.

His entire existence became tinged with the coldness, pride, and overwhelming arrogance of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix.

Its eyes, glistening with nine-pointed stars, looked upon all as if they were beneath it.

As if every creature before it was nothing more than ash waiting to burn.

That level of pride had never belonged to Achilles. The moment he felt it, he pushed back, suppressing the invasive arrogance so it wouldn't consume him.

In the corner of his eye, he caught the Existence Corruption Value creeping up by a decimal point, just from invoking the essence of such a powerful entity.

But in the end…

'OBEY!'

His lineage thundered, the authority of the Adrastia Emperor King flaring like wildfire, burning away the intrusive presence of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix.

His gaze cleared- calm, sharp, and indisputable!

And when he looked upon the stunned form of Zerrion Draal who was now barely half his size and flanked by his Solar and Lunar Constructs, Achilles finally spoke.

But what emerged wasn't his own voice.

It was regal. Undeniable. A terrifying command from a sacred phoenix that shook the soul.

"Are you ready, Zerrion Draal?"

HUUM!

The skies trembled under his words, thunderous and absolute. Judge Zerrion Draal's eyes flickered, emotions clashing within them as chief among them was… panic.

Because the aura Achilles radiated didn't fit any known power.

It wasn't Dharma Manifestation.

And yet the pressure it exuded made even his manifestation feel disjointed. Cracked.

The sensation was more unsettling than even the Clockwork Ancient One, Seraphelle the Eidolarch.

Zerrion Draal's expression darkened. He inhaled, then spoke with as much composure as he could gather.

"The Lunaris Throne has many Judges, true masters of Dharma Manifestation with each one vastly beyond my strength. And the Lunaris Throne himself… he transcends even that realm. Waging war now will only bring destruction. Any action you take against me will set you on an irreversible path. Are you truly ready for that?"

His tone was low. Heavy. Like someone who no longer wanted to see where this was going.

He wasn't just issuing a warning. He was naming the unthinkable.

Others like him. Stronger than him. All under the command of a single being—one of the rulers of the Thirteen Dynasties, protectors of countless colony cities.

And still…

"I ask you again, Zerrion Draal… are you ready?"

…!

Achilles ignored the threats.

His voice—terrifying, steeled, and noble, cut through the space between them, stirring dread in Zerrion Draal's chest.

The Judge's Manifestation burned brighter, violet light erupting as he released everything, seeing as there was no going back.

"I'm fucking ready, you Puny Worm!" he roared.

"You think growing feathers makes you someone now?!"

BOOM!

He surged forward, every ounce of Evolutius Energy surging through him.

Then, with a savage swipe, he pulled from his robe a wriggling, black-gold worm—pulsing with pure Primordial Energy.

And swallowed it whole.

…!

His Manifestation exploded with radiant light, purple-gold flaming wings erupting from his back. Power surged higher and higher as Zerrion Draal shot into the sky and bellowed.

"OBLIVION… BURST!"

…!

Evolutius and Primordial Energy coiled, vile and unstable.

The eruption that followed split the air with violence. Lava-like chains of glowing purple burst forth, aiming to entangle and burn the phoenix cloaked in white fire.

Achilles watched it all, unshaken.

He opened his jaws- jaws that now belonged to something far greater than him.

And he… breathed.

He was learning that the Descent of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix included more than just strength.

It had talons sharp enough to cut space.

Flames hot enough to burn through summoned beings.

And jaws…

HUUM!

That released incandescent suns.

And moons.

Hundreds of miniature golden-white suns and silver-white moons exploded from his mouth, cascading through the sky like a celestial avalanche.

Space itself twisted. Melted. The skies of the Kingdom of Neon distorted as beauty and devastation intertwined.

These orbs didn't fall with tyranny. They fell with elegance and regality like the end of the world wrapped in a starfall.

Their impact?

Cataclysmic!

HUUUM!

The lava chains didn't stand a chance. The radiant heat, gravity, and sheer density of each miniature sun and moon shattered them into stardust, filling the sky with shimmering ash.

With every orbit, they swept away Zerrion Draal's defenses—burning through like paper soaked in oil.

Like a crown of destruction, the celestial bodies swirled around the massive form of Zerrion Draal.

"Ah…"

The Judge's voice barely escaped his lips. His awe and fear was real.

Because in front of him burned energy unlike anything he had ever encountered.

It wasn't Evolutius.

It wasn't Primordial.

It was something purer.

Something older!

And it was tearing his Dharmic Ethereal Self apart like it was made of straw.

The scene was so unbelievable, so unexpected, that many observing forgot how to breathe.

Those near watched it unfold with their own eyes. Those far away viewed it through dazzling screens and holographic projections across the Kingdom of Neon.

They bore witness to the undeniable might of a Dharma Manifestation Entity being torn apart—a massive manifestation ripped open to reveal the small, vulnerable figure of the Judge of Lunaris beneath it.

They saw the majestic, hauntingly beautiful dance of miniature suns and moons, rotating and gliding like celestial dancers.

As if they were performing a ritual of ancient, cosmic origin designed to obliterate their enemy.

In the middle of it all, a glowing silver-white moon rotated through the frozen form of Zerrion Draal. He stood paralyzed, overtaken by the raw beauty and devastation surrounding him—until the moon passed through his chest.

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It seared a trail of utter destruction through him.

Gasps echoed across every screen, every battlefield.

A wide, perfect hole now marked the center of Zerrion Draal's chest.

His heart and lungs were burned to oblivion.

He floated in the sky, staring down at his ruined chest—nearly ninety percent of it gone.

His heart, almost entirely erased!