Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus stood on the balcony, his gaze locked onto the horizon, where millions of lives thrived—yet the weight of sorrow hung in the air like an invisible storm cloud.

His expression was grave, his eyes unblinking, lost in deep contemplation.

The brutality of the Dark Faction’s retaliation had far surpassed his expectations.

He had known Morgana’s group would strike back, but never with such merciless force.

“Had he underestimated them?”

Or had he been so lost in his own world that he failed to properly protect those under his care?

A question echoed in his mind, sharp and relentless.

“Had he failed them?”

His hands clenched tightly, frustration welling up.

“But what else could I have done? I am not omnipotent.” Aengus muttered under his breath, as if consoling himself with silent calm.

Behind him, Albert stood in silent tension.

His sharp instincts screamed at him—he could feel it. The Emperor was terrifyingly angry.

The air around Aengus trembled with a terrifying force, a barely restrained fury that threatened to erupt at any moment.

A storm was brewing within the Emperor.

Albert swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He felt a deep sympathy—not for his Emperor, but for the enemies who would soon experience his wrath.

Aengus stood firm, his ruthless determination as unshakable as the mountains.

“Tell everyone to be ready, Albert. We will be heading toward the Dark Region to settle some scores.”

His voice was calm—terrifyingly so.

The Dark Region was a part of the Primal Realm where the most vile and depraved beings gathered. A land where evil seekers thrived, untouched by mercy or law.

Few dared to speak its name, let alone cross its borders.

Albert hesitated, concern flickering in his eyes.

“But, Your Majesty… wouldn’t that be too hasty?” he asked cautiously. “Stepping into the Dark Region with our current forces could be disastrous. We might as well paint a target on our backs and attract even more of them. You should know how vast their numbers are. Why not reconsider?”

Aengus shook his head.

His eyes were cold, merciless, like an emperor gazing down upon insects.

“Numbers don’t frighten me anymore, Albert,” Aengus replied, his tone laced with absolute certainty. “What frightens me is seeing the disappointment in my people’s eyes. How can I sit idly by after such an atrocity?”

His hand reached into his robes, and when he pulled it out, he revealed a skull—one that seethed with pure malice and darkness, as if it still harbored a lingering will of its own.

A dark artifact of unfathomable power. An Artifact which can resurrect the Dark Sovereign, an Ancient Devil Warlord who was once known for Cruelty and obsession for Slaughter.

Albert’s breath hitched.

The Ancient Dark Sovereign’s Skull…

The very relic that Morgana’s cult had searched for centuries.

Aengus had found it hidden in the secret vault of Emperor Dimitri, a vault that only one bearing the Emperor’s Mark could open.

For this very skull, Emperor Dimitri had sacrificed his life.

He had refused to yield, knowing that if the Dark Sovereign’s Cult ever laid their hands on it, the consequences would be disastrous—not just for his legacy and family, but for the entire Primal Realm.

And now, Aengus held the key to his enemies’ greatest desire. And now it will be the reason their downfall.

A smirk played on Aengus’ lips.

“They wanted this, didn’t they?” he mused darkly.

His grip on the cursed skull tightened.

“Then let’s show them what happens when they cross our path.”

Albert shivered. “Y-yes, your majesty. I will do it right away.”

…..

The order of mass mobilization sent shockwaves across the empire, filling many with unease and hesitation.

Yet, among them, there were those who did not falter—warriors who would lay down their lives without a second thought, simply because their Emperor commanded it.

For the rest, hesitation was meaningless. The choice was an illusion—they could either march to war or be left behind in disgrace.

But in truth, it wasn’t just about obedience.

Their fury burned.

Their losses weighed on them like iron chains, and their thirst for vengeance outweighed their fear of death.

Soon, billions of soldiers assembled before the colossal battleships docked across the Dual Continent, forming a force so vast it seemed to drown the land itself.

And it wasn’t just the Imperial Army.

From every subordinate kingdom, warriors were summoned. World Kings bent the knee, compelled by the Emperor’s decree. They knew well the fate of those who defied him—the kings who had been executed in terrifying fashion by the Imperial Executioners.

Refusal was not an option.

From thousands of worlds, fleets of battleships emerged, cutting through space like a swarm of celestial beasts, converging upon the Imperial Warfront.

Victory was uncertain.

But they had to stand.

Either die with pride, or suffer the same fate as those who had been devoured before they ever had the chance to fight back.

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A barren desert stretched endlessly, its golden sands glittering under the merciless sun. Heatwaves danced like storms, distorting the horizon where colossal battleships of the Kievan Imperial Army stood in formation.

There were hundreds of ships—some small, some mid-sized, and others massive, each belonging to different classifications of war vessels.

But at the very forefront, standing like towering mountains, were the Three Heaven-Class Battleships, the pride of the empire.

Imperial soldiers with weapons and ammunitions moved with military precision, boarding their designated ships. Yet, the Heaven-Class Battleships remained untouched, as if awaiting something far greater..

The highest-ranking officials had gathered, their eyes locked onto the scene. Among them were the Primals, eager for a battle that would shake the heavens—an opportunity to fight alongside their Emperor after so long.

Everyone was waiting as Aengus had promised them all a miracle today.

A hushed silence fell upon the gathering as Aengus appeared.

Draped in Black Imperial Robes, his presence alone sent ripples through the air, as if the very atmosphere buzzed with suppressed power. His twin swords—one black, one white—hung at his waist, symbols of his unparalleled might.

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Their slow, deliberate steps echoed across the desert, and those watching felt their hearts pound in anticipation.

Some, like his closest subordinates, held their breath, knowing his incredible ability to merged and upgrade things. They were ready to witness another spectacle.

Others, like the Imperial Protectors, stood confused yet intrigued, awaiting whatever legendary feat their Emperor would unveil.