Timeless Assassin

Chapter 1108: One Man Army

(Deep Space, Yu Reinforcement Fleet, The Enemy Commander’s POV)

After thinking about it for a while, the enemy Commander finally opened the comms with visible amusement in his eyes, as he prepared to respond to what he perceived as an utterly ridiculous threat.

"Are you seriously threatening me with a single ship?" the Commander began, as he scoffed into the microphone, his voice carrying mockery as it echoed across the fleet’s communication channels.

"General Sparrow, I think you have had too much to drink, lad. If you alone are threatening a fleet of ten thousand, then I truly question your sanity....."

He joked, his smirk widening as he continued, clearly enjoying the moment as his subordinates watched on.

"Who do you think you are, eh? You think you’re Soron, the Evil Cult God that is now dead?"

"Or do you think you are his reincarnation or something?"

"Or... do you think you are like that wretched Cult Master, Leo Skyshard, walking around as though you own the universe?"

A few officers behind him chuckled quietly, feeding into his growing arrogance as he tapped his fingers casually against the armrest.

"Because let me make one thing clear to you," he continued, his tone turning sharper as he straightened in his seat, his confidence growing with every passing second.

"Even if it was Leo Skyshard himself standing there today, I would still have no intention of turning back."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint hint of irritation creeping into his expression as he spoke further.

"You see, when they called up elite Monarchs to fight on The Pit, I was disappointed that I did not make the cut," he said, his voice lowering as though recalling a personal grievance.

"However, while my misfortune was just Righteous Bureaucracy failing me.

Your Cult Master was just a lucky bastard to never have faced me on that battlefield, because if he had, I would have torn him limb for limb with my bare hands."

The command deck filled with quiet approval from his crew as his words continued to flow without restraint.

"You see, I am not like other—"

He continued, however, never got the chance to finish, as—

*THUD*

A violent tremor shook the entire destroyer, sending a ripple through the command deck as warning systems activated instantly, their sharp alarms cutting through the air with urgency.

"What the hell was that?" the Commander snapped, his expression shifting immediately as he grabbed onto the edge of the console to steady himself.

However, the vibration did not stop..... if anything it only deepened, as a low, crushing hum spread through the ship’s structure, as though something immense had anchored itself to the hull and was exerting pressure from the outside.

"Status report!" he barked, his voice losing its earlier arrogance as unease crept into his tone.

No one answered.

Because everyone had seen it.

Slowly, almost unwillingly, the Commander turned his head toward the forward hull, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked onto the sight beyond the reinforced glass.

A man crouched there.

In the vacuum of space.

Balanced casually on the outer surface of the ship as though gravity itself bent to his will, his posture relaxed, his gaze fixed directly on the Commander with a chilling, unwavering focus.

"Sparrow?"

The Commander said in disbelief, as every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to act, to do something, yet he remained rooted in place as his mind struggled to process what he was seeing.

It was impossible even for Monarch’s to move this way, as while they could withstand the void of space for a while and float in it as though flying, not even they could manipulate gravity, as only Demi Gods could do that.

Which was why the Commander struggled to understand how the Evil Cult suddenly had such a figure within their ranks?

"You were saying something, bub?"

Veyr’s lips moved, and although no sound came out of them, since he was floating in the vaccum of space, the Commander read the message perfectly nonetheless, as a cold sensation spread throughout his body.

"We are fucked.... This guy is not a mortal...."

The Commander said, sounding horrified, as that was when Veyr’s aura descended.

*Crush*

*Electrical failure*

*Boom*

A suffocating, overwhelming force enveloped the entire Yu Clan fleet, as electrical systems across all ships began to fail under its weight.

Screens flickered uncontrollably.

Control panels sparked violently.

Navigation systems collapsed.

Communication arrays died.

"What is happening?" one of the officers shouted, panic finally breaking through the rigid discipline of the crew, as one after another, the weaker ones began to pass out under the strain.

*Wobble*

*Bend*

The Commander staggered back slightly, his legs trembling as the sheer pressure of that presence bore down on him, making it difficult to even think clearly.

While outside, Veyr moved leisurely.

He rose from his crouched position and unsheathed his sword in one smooth motion, the blade catching faint light as it emerged fully, its edge distorting the space around it ever so slightly.

He raised it, before pointing it towards the Commander as he said—

"Never disrespect the Cult Master in my presence...."

Before then swinging the blade.

*SWOOSH*

The motion was clean, as a simple arc traced through the void and sliced through every ship in sight.

As for a fraction of a second, everything remained unchanged.

The ships stood intact.

The fleet held formation.

Then reality split.

A thin line formed across the area, stretching outward from the path of the blade as it expanded in an instant, slicing through space with impossible precision.

What followed was not destruction in the conventional sense.

It was erasure.

Ships did not explode into debris or scatter into fragments, they simply ceased to exist as the slash passed through them, their structures collapsing at a fundamental level before disappearing entirely.

Ten thousand ships vanished.

Gone within a single breath, with the Central Command ship following soon after, as the Commander within felt the universe around him dissolve, his body breaking apart along with the vessel as the overwhelming force consumed everything without resistance.

There was no time for him to react or understand....

As by the time he realized he had messed with the wrong person, he was already dead.

*SHINE*

*SILENCE*

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When the light faded, there was nothing left.

The void returned to stillness as though nothing had ever been there, the vast emptiness swallowing the remnants of what had once been a fleet of ten thousand.

Veyr stood alone in that silence, his sword lowering slowly as his aura receded just as effortlessly as it had appeared.

The battle had ended before it could begin, as in that moment, the truth became undeniable to any who might have witnessed it.

Against a being like him, numbers held no meaning, and war itself became nothing more than a formality waiting to be concluded.

As he alone, made short work of what could have once threatened several Cult worlds.