"Fet it! JUST DESTROY HIM! 6% OUTPUT!"
It wasn’t that easy. ex Two did to them osition their ship with the correct amount of disadvantage so they couldn’t unleash their big bsts without destroying themselves in the process too.
His sshes and attacks were full of purpose. His own strategieuver was to create a pattern of a sing its own tail, even though the snake was invisible and floating freely in the sky with the power of a dying sun in its tail-eating mouth.
But how would they dumb it down to their blissfully ignorant Junior Fleet Admiral? Telling him that Burn’s basically saying, “Haha, you shoot me, you die too,” with his barrage of strategic attacks?
While it was true that they o bst him eventually, and that they khey o destroy this world to kill him, they knew some of them didn’t want to eoday, like the Fleet Admiral.
“What is the maximum safe output currently?” the ship’s tactical officer asked.
The on officer answered, “Less than 2%, sir. More than that, we die.”
“Wait until it’s more than 3% and immediately hit it when it reaches it,” the tactical officer anded.
“Inputting ands to the AI. Fog the algorithm.”
“Pilot, Co-Pilot, how long until he will be able to er us?”
“30 seds, sir, no—twelve!”
“3%—!”
GRASP!
"What are you doing?!" Rudolf grabbed the tactical officer by the colr. "I told you—UGH! BLEUGH!"
The man didn’t know what hit him, but he was suddenly sprawled on the ground. He saw the back of the tactical officer’s shoes and realized he had just struck his gut and was immediately back to focus.
“3,05%!”
“HIT!”
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTT!!!
plete white. They successfully nded a shht at Apex Two.
For a moment, Rudolf felt that he had no p his own ship. The crew didn’t even blink oheir eyes focused on the s—yet he alone observed everything with no knowledge of how and why.
Alone, he didn’t know that they were absolutely about to die.
Because even after they hit death in his face, the look of plete desperation in their eyes hadn’t ged. No celebration, no sharp release of breaths—
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Emperor Burn's grarance had all the pomp and fir one could expect from a man who clearly believed he was the hottest thing in the gaxy—literally.
As he emerged from the aftermath of his little sunbathing session, there was no denying the effects of his roasting rendezvous with the dying sun.
He, the absolute forastery, was still a sight to behold. His luminous golden locks still glowed, emitting wisps of smoke that mingled with his crazy, ecstatic smile.
His eyes, still abze with power, flickered with energy within, maintaining majesty amidst the scorch marks etched deeply into his skin.
The metal griffih him, a symbol of his formidable presenow bore scars of battle that rivaled the graffiti of a drunken bard scribbling nonsense on a tavern wall. The a letters that once glowed with a mysterious entment now seemed to dim, but not yet diminished.
As he sat upon his steed of steel, the billowing cape of his armor now resembled more of a tattered rag, fpping in the wind like a fg of surrender from a defeated army. The thing is, there was no hint of surrender from him.
Not even a gnce.
The intricate inscriptions on his armor were now a bit ed and twisted, but still had the very magic they once held. Even his own skin, infused with a entments, now bore the marks of his hubris, cracked and scorched like a poorly baked loaf of bread left too long in the oven.
Yes. Despite the devastatiht upon him by the dying sun's wrath, Emperor Burn remained defiant, a proof to his stubborn willpower or sheer insanity.
The damage might have bee, but his spirit burned brighter than ever, like a dle in a hurrie, flickering and dang in the face of overwhelming odds.
And so he sat, a ughing, scorched majestic ruler.
Until—
[Virelnar enashta valrin, kolthar drigara ssorindeshe, dor'anarisht shahorin anuvias des'thara, deltondor sharru eneri, val'shara vireln andorin, valdisesh talmar'dor eneshara reral valrin…]
The of light started spinning faster when everyone present heard the voice of an angel eg in their middle ear ossicles. The tactical officer immediately zoomed the camera on the woman standing atop a big white bran the middle of the of light.
She sang like cursive was having babies with summertime, and the song flowed like a so on roller skates crashing into a of chirpy baby birds—indescribably unfair and cruel, yet heless beautiful.
Why unfair and cruel? Well, because the effect of the song was immediate.
[Ventarashtohirion, orameldenar solinarisht des'tara, drenin vinavar ethrindu, virenalenar ar'ethrin valrin, valrihar shoronuindes, ar'eren navar irinar shardu, vireln alinorin lissanir, andora'ethorin vireln virunost…!]
A wave of radiant energy enveloped Emperor Burn in a dazzling dispy of divine magic. The scorch marks that marred his skin began to fade, gradually vanishing as if they were here.
His golden locks regaiheir luster, flowing freely without a hint of damage. The wisps of smoke dissipated, leaving behind a renewed sense of vitality in his appearance.
The metal griffih him shimmered with rerength, its scars melting away like snow under a bzing sun. The a letters etched on its surface glowed with a newfound brilliahe mysterious entment within them reigo full potency.
[Varenraithor enduin virenalenar anuvias, velthirion valdonorin shonar arin, vedrindar anuvias valdisesh lissandor, tal shendu'dor vehar anuvias rendi!!]
The tattered cape of his armor meself, transf bato a majestihat fluttered proudly in the wind. The intricate inscriptions on his armor straightened out, regaining their inal form and radiating with the potent magic they once held.
[Aah! Ahin varar aravirin asthendu, ventarashtohor haventu, thir'aren alinorin arin…!]
[Aah! Drigara vanun shendror, enorih ararushthor enashta'an, talmardesh arin varunar alinorin…]
Emperor Burn's cracked and scorched skin healed before your eyes, rejuvenated by the goddess's unparalleled healing spell. The hubris-inflicted damage was undone, leaving behind skin as fwless as marble. His eyes, now clear and sharp, shoh renewed vigor aermination.
In a matter of moments, Emperor Burn was restored to his flory, standing tall and proud upon his steed of steel, as a sinister grin escaped him.
“Let’s tinue!”
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