System's POV

Chapter 1326: Long Live Artem!

Erica’s eyes squinted with satisfaction, watching her lover dominate the battlefield. In her eyes, the current Zion truly looked incredibly hot and sexy.

In the past, she always found Thirteen cool.

But his current Seraphim Form amplified that by a hundred times.

His other lovers thought no differently. If it were appropriate, they would’ve shouted, ’That’s my fiance!’ Alas, they could only do it in their mind.

Not far from Zion, Erasmus was busy raising new minions left and right, following the ruler-sized red spear that pierced through the chests of the closest Infernals. Its one-shot kills were deliberate, keeping their bodies intact for better Undead quality.

The Lord of Death had long wanted to expand his Undead Army, and adding a few thousand infernals was right up his alley.

Knowing that there was no hope of winning, the Infernals tried to run to the portal to escape.

But with a wave of Thirteen’s hand, the red portal vanished without a trace, preventing any of the invaders from escaping their fate.

Some begged for mercy, pledging to become the teenage boy’s loyal servant, but Thirteen didn’t give a damn about their promises.

His former Host was also an Infernal, and ever since his tragic end, he hated Infernals with a vengeance.

When the last Infernal fell on the battlefield, Thirteen retrieved the Pseudo-Divine Weapon and appeared right beside Regulus.

“I-I… No,” Regulus had lost the ability to speak properly and could only mumble incoherent words.

He was thoroughly terrified of the teenage boy in front of him right now, but aside from shivering in fear and helplessness, he could do nothing against him.

Thirteen didn’t want to waste time and simply stabbed the old man’s chest, ending his life once and for all.

A Celestial was the strongest being in Artem.

But in the face of a Pseudo God, he was nothing more than a pig waiting for slaughter.

Thirteen casually tossed Regulus to Erasmus before shifting his gaze to Castor and his people.

“You fought for your world, so I will spare your life,” Thirteen said coldly. “However…”

The teenage boy instantly teleported in front of Castor, making the latter take a step back.

But before he could even do anything, Thirteen’s fingers were already pressing on his forehead.

Suddenly, an electric shock washed over the Celestial’s body as Thirteen extracted something from him, making him scream in pain.

The teenage boy took out a golden orb of energy from Castor’s head, and the latter’s rank fell from the Celestial Rank to that of a Throne.

“You will and can no longer be a Celestial,” Thirteen said coldly. “Live your life to the fullest, and this time, don’t entertain the thoughts of rebellion.”

After saying those words, Thirteen pointed in Erasmus’ direction and shot the orb of energy to his friend.

Erasmus didn’t even have the chance to do anything as the orb of energy entered his head.

A moment later, a powerful fluctuation spread in the surroundings as the Lord of Death broke through the ranks and stepped into the initial stages of a High Archon.

In terms of ranking, Erasmus was now equivalent to a Majin King, which made Camazotz, who was watching the battle happen from start to finish, regret not going to Artem with Thirteen.

The Death Bat knew that the teenage boy had a soft spot for his allies, especially the ones closest to him.

Since Erasmus was Thirteen’s former host and true ally, helping the latter speed up his growth would benefit him in the long run.

“Hahaha!” Erasmus laughed, spreading his arms wide. “Thank you, Zion! Now, I have more confidence in reanimating these Demigods.”

Thirteen believed that the chances of that happening were still slim since Demigods were too powerful for Erasmus to control.

For him, it was a good idea to trade the remains of the Demigods to Metatron, who could put them to good use.

There were also a handful of Archons among the Infernals, which made a good alternative just in case Erasmus failed his attempt at reviving the Demigods.

Still, at the end of the day, Erasmus won. Despite being the newest member of the Order of the Apocalypse, he had suddenly become its most powerful member after this expedition in Artem.

The reason?

Because he would soon have Archons as subordinates, which was equivalent to that of a Majin Prince.

Thirteen then glanced at Castor’s subordinates before shifting his gaze to the fleet of airships that had now entered the city.

“The war is over!” Thirteen declared before raising his clenched fists high up in the air. “Long live Artem!”

“Long Live Artem!” Rana shouted, also raising her fist high up in the air.

One by one, the Defenders shouted, proclaiming their victory in the war.

The rebels also understood that they had no chance of winning against Zion. Since the war was over, and they sensed that the teenage boy wasn’t someone who favored needless killing, they too joined the chant of victory against the invaders who tried to conquer their world.

“”Long Live Artem!””

“”Long Live Artem!””

“”Long Live Artem!””

“”Long Live Artem!””

Castor sighed helplessly after hearing the chants around him. Now that he had fallen from grace and was now a mere Throne, he no longer had the ability to challenge the throne of the empire.

After dealing with the remnants of the Rebel Army, Thirteen took a step forward and appeared a few meters away from his lovers.

Erica was the first to run in his direction, and she hugged him tightly.

The rest followed, and before long, Thirteen wrapped all his girls with his tendril-like wings, pulling them closer for a group hug.

“Zion, give me your baby,” Erica declared. “Give it to me now.”

Shana’s eyes widened in shock after hearing Erica’s shameless words. But before she could admonish her, Princess Aracalle stole the teenage boy’s lips and kissed him deeply.

A few seconds later, she pulled back and stared at him seriously.

“I also want to have your baby,” Princess Aracelle demanded. “I want your strong baby.”

Powerful beings like her were always on the lookout for strong men to help them conceive strong children.

Still, even though Thirteen was weak in the past, Princess Aracelle fell for his charms.

And now that she’d seen his true form, she felt that this was a good moment to get his seed.

“I want a baby too…” Princess Xynalia said with a beet-red face.

Only Sherry and Shana, who weren’t bold enough to say those things in public, looked at their lover with a beet-red face.

Thirteen pondered a bit before glancing in Rana’s direction.

“You handle the cleanup with Erasmus,” Thirteen said before shifting his gaze to Queen Miriamele. “Mom, I’ll try to make you some grandkids.”

The Queen gave her son a thumbs-up. She indeed looked forward to holding grandchildren in her arms.

With an order from Thirteen, Rocky took them inside his Mobile Fortress. Giga, Blacky, Hercules, the Trolls, Ogres, Pica, and Pico were left outside to not disturb their Master and their Mistresses’ private time.

From far away, William glanced at his grandfather, James, who gave him the “I told you so” look.

Seeing that his daughters were no longer in any danger, both men left Artem to return to their home world, Hestia.

Thirteen’s battle had left a lasting impression on the red-headed Half-Elf. And when he returned, he’d talk about the teenage boy whom Maple, Cinnamon, and even Stella had helped with everything they had.