Chaos' Heir

Chapter 1563: Form

The statement could be misunderstood, but Khan instinctively got its specific meaning, and that didn’t only have to do with his sharpness.

The method the God used to speak was more direct, immediate, and complete. Khan’s brain translated it into words, but the God didn’t utter any of those. He voiced meanings, which carried intrinsic explanations Khan didn’t need to uncover.

The God hadn’t spoken about his perfect sons. The defeated warrior he mentioned was the King in Aynor, who had been the only real blemish in the True Chaos’ otherwise successful sudden invasion.

It seemed the King’s defeat in Aynor had made the God reevaluate the mana’s children. They were more useful than he had initially thought, albeit only as a challenge meant to test, solidify, and hopefully improve his power.

Receiving a proper God’s acknowledgement was no small feat, but neither Khan nor the Emperor could take that as a compliment.

What was a desperate struggle for survival for the regulated universe was nothing more than a scientific test for the God since convenient subjects had appeared. There was little to be happy about. If anything, there was a lot to feel insulted about.

To make things worse, Khan understood that cold, detached mindset. He had been on the verge of diving into it in the end, but that didn’t make it any less distasteful.

The God might call his underlings sons, and they even fit that description, but they couldn’t be farther from actual family.

That superior being didn’t see bonds in the same way as Khan. Even his entire species was nothing more than a tool meant to experiment on his power.

Meanwhile, Khan was a deeply emotional being. The sole idea that his pregnant wife, all his loved ones, and countless underlings were risking their lives in that universal war filled his being with bottomless resolve.

And, realizing the mindset of that universal threat turned that resolve into anger. Khan understood that different ways of life existed, but something told him that he and the God were simply irreconcilable.

That was a first for Khan. His broad mindset had always made him willing to accept different, even opposite, perspectives. He had also found a common understanding with the Maker near the end.

Nevertheless, the God was a different beast altogether, something that Khan instinctively rejected. His Nak genes probably had something to do with that reaction, but he also found a more personal truth.

The God felt incorruptible and unreachable. He wasn’t a being Khan could deal with through words or friendly exchanges. His sole existence created the necessity of a single survivor.

As long as the God existed, no one would ever be safe.

It was jarring to understand so much through such short exchanges, but Khan didn’t doubt his senses for a single second. He subconsciously knew he had met an insurmountable wall. The only solution was to destroy the wall itself.

The same realizations dawned upon the Emperor, too, leading to similar reactions. Still, he wasn’t one to let his thoughts or shock delay his actions.

Battle had always been unavoidable, but the mindset conveyed through those mental messages made it a certainty, so the Emperor shot forward while Khan was still busy processing the scene.

Of course, Khan understood more, so he took longer to process, but that didn’t change the fact that the Emperor had charged forward on his own. He was also fast enough to complete his attack before Khan could even think of joining him.

The Emperor didn’t hold anything back. His body acted as the spearhead of his massive existence, which unfolded to fill the entirety of that spherical area before condensing into his stretched fist.

The power of hundreds of victorious wars crashed onto the God’s chest, unleashing a roar in the just-created atmosphere. Violent tremors afflicted the air to the point of twisting it, seemingly wanting to give birth to storms.

And something blew, albeit not the winds. The atmosphere that had filled that spherical space showed an uncanny resilience against the Emperor’s might, which the God surprisingly didn’t share.

The God’s body exploded into a cloud of glowing black smoke as soon as the Emperor’s punch connected with his chest. The figure that supposedly belonged to a divine existence seemed to pose no resistance at all to the violent impact.

Khan couldn’t really sense the God’s existence, but he could feel the Emperor. His attack had been simple, but the might behind it wasn’t. Even in the embodiment state, Khan would have struggled to face that punch head-on.

So, Khan didn’t move, watching from afar as the glowing, pitch-black cloud that had once been the young-looking God kept expanding. His curiosity led to stillness, making him wonder whether the attack had any effect.

The Emperor was in the same situation. He remained in his punching stance, but his single open eye looked up, studying the expanding cloud. He had clearly delivered his attack, but his inability to sense the God left him wondering about his achievement.

Of course, neither Khan nor the Emperor believed that a single attack could take down a God. Still, they also wished to see any kind of hopeful reaction, which sadly didn’t arrive.

The cloud kept expanding before abruptly vanishing. The glowing darkness disappeared as if it had never existed, merging with the area at a level Khan couldn’t sense.

Then, while Khan was still busy checking the area, something he couldn’t even begin to oppose grabbed his chin and lifted it, putting his glowing gaze before the God’s young alien face.

Somehow, the God had reformed next to Khan and had even found the time to lift his face. Obviously, that dangerous insult sent Khan’s mana into overdrive, and his left leg snapped up to deliver a sharp kick.

A humming noise accompanied the sharp gesture, severing the God horizontally. A gap spread from the alien’s right shoulder to waist, splitting him in two, but that superior existence barely recorded the event.

"[This physical form exists to facilitate this interaction]," The God revealed, the arm attached to his severed side still holding Khan’s face. "[But you appear unable to touch me despite this limitation]."