Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Red hand

The old Saint trembled like a terrified kitten, his soul gripped tightly in Aiden’s hand. “Forgive me! I’ll serve you—I’m a rare Space Saint! I can surely be of use to you!” he pleaded desperately.

“I can guarantee you won’t find more than a hundred Space Saints across the entire Immortal Realm. I only became a Space Saint after a lucky encounter!” He continued pleading, his voice frantic with fear.

Aiden gazed at him, knowing the old man was right. Unlike Aiden, who could shape and control space at will thanks to his Dimensional Authority, others needed rare, specific environments to comprehend space laws. Space Saints were indeed an extreme rarity. Despite the Immortal Realm containing millions or even billions of worlds, and each world having trillions of people, the path to becoming a Space Saint was so arduous that only those with extraordinary, heaven-sent opportunities could achieve it.

Still, Aiden wasn’t going to spare the old Saint. “Oh, I know how rare your kind is. That’s why I’m going to drain your comprehension and give it to someone who can put it to better use,” he said coldly, causing the old Saint’s soul to struggle violently in his grasp.

The Saint roared in desperation, even attempting to self-destruct, but it was futile. “Impossible! How do you also control Soul Laws?” he bellowed as he sensed Aiden’s interference.

“What… what are you?” he gasped.

“I am Aiden,” Aiden replied calmly, beginning to use the Law of Souls to lull the old Saint into a forced slumber.

“No… noooo…” The Saint’s defiant cry echoed before he unwillingly fell into unconsciousness.

“I’ll give this comprehension to Millie. With it, she can become a great Fire Saint,” Aiden said to himself, storing the old Saint’s soul while casting a glance at the Red Hand base.

Then he released his pressure.

From the inside out, everyone affiliated with the Red Hand crumbled to the ground, powerless.

“You bastard! We have a Saint King backing us! Leave now, or you’ll be hunted down!” One of the richly dressed men roared, his arrogance apparent even in the face of Aiden’s overwhelming power.

Aiden raised an eyebrow, amused by the Immortal Emperor shouting at him, while the old Saint’s subordinates fled the scene in terror.

“Ignorance is bliss,” Aiden mused, eyeing the Immortal Emperor with indifference. Despite the provocation, he decided to let him off for now, descending gracefully to the center of the city.

“Go on, then. Call your Saint King,” Aiden said, sitting atop the head of the large statue in the middle of the city square, completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

“You bastard! How dare you desecrate our Ancestor’s statue!” the same Immortal Emperor bellowed in fury as he launched a light sword technique at Aiden.

Aiden merely swatted the attack away with his hand, as if brushing off a fly. The Immortal Emperor roared in anger and shouted at his men, “What are you all standing around for? Attack him!”

The others moved to strike as well, but Aiden shook his head, tossing a few crystals into the air and muttering, “Blood Bind.”

Instantly, everyone fell to the ground, their bodies frozen in place.

“What… what did you do to us?” one of them managed to ask, his voice trembling in fear.

Aiden looked down at him, an amused glint in his eyes. “Oh, you can still talk? Impressive. To answer your question, I simply stopped your blood flow,” Aiden replied calmly, as if explaining a trivial matter.

The paralyzed figures lay scattered around the city square, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief as Aiden casually observed them from atop the statue. The tension was thick in the air, but Aiden seemed completely at ease.

The same Immortal Emperor, struggling to speak, rasped, “You… you can’t do this! The Saint King will come for you. He won’t let this stand.”

Aiden’s expression remained indifferent. “Saint King or not, it doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice cold and detached. “If he comes, I’ll deal with him like I dealt with your Saint.”

The Immortal Emperor’s face twisted in horror as he realized the fate of the old Saint. “You… you killed him?”

“Not quite,” Aiden replied, glancing at the horizon. “I absorbed his comprehension, a far worse fate for someone like him.”

The gathered crowd fell silent, the weight of Aiden’s words sinking in. The Immortal Emperor, unable to comprehend Aiden’s strength, seemed desperate as he blurted out, “You can’t escape! The Red Hand is everywhere! We have Saints, Kings, and even Lords who will hunt you down!”

Aiden sighed. “You Red Hand people like to boast about power you don’t possess. It’s amusing,” he said, his voice laced with mockery.

He raised his hand slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the city trembled. The ground around the Red Hand’s base began to crack, and buildings started collapsing one by one.

“Your entire organization is rotten,” Aiden said. “You’ve terrorized the weak, slaughtered innocents, and consumed talents. There’s no place for you in the world I’m building.”

As the tremors grew more violent, Aiden’s expression hardened. He wasn’t just punishing them; he was erasing their presence.

“You will no longer be a stain on this land,” Aiden said, his voice filled with finality. “This is the end of the Red Hand.”

With that, the city beneath him began to implode, swallowed by the force Aiden unleashed. The screams of the Red Hand’s members echoed as the city collapsed into itself, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.

The same Immortal Emperor scanned the area in fury, his gaze briefly landing on the slaves they had been keeping here. Aiden had already evacuated them before leveling the entire city. And, to add insult to injury, Aiden had also looted the place, taking all the treasures from their storage rings and treasury.

“You… just you wait!” the Immortal Emperor growled, desperately pulling out a pendant-like object to contact his supposed Saint King.

Aiden watched, amused, as the Emperor frantically activated the pendant.

“What is it? Did you get the quota?” a voice asked from the other side as a projection of an old man appeared before them.

“N-no, Lord. There was an incident,” the Emperor stammered, waving the pendant around to display the destroyed city behind him.

The old man’s eyes darkened as he surveyed the destruction. “What happened here?”

“Sir, h-he destroyed everything!” the Immortal Emperor gritted his teeth, pointing the pendant toward Aiden, who was still casually seated on the Ancestor’s head.

Aiden, noticing the attention, waved his hand and said nonchalantly, “Hello.”

The old man’s eyes narrowed in fury, his presence emanating palpable anger even through the projection. “You dare sit on the Ancestor’s head? You will be skinned alive!” the old man declared, his projection vanishing abruptly.

The Immortal Emperor burst into laughter, feeling emboldened. “Hahaha, you’re dead now! Lord Berlin is one of the most powerful leaders. There’s no escape for you!”

Aiden remained unfazed by the Immortal Emperor’s outburst. He calmly stood up from the Ancestor statue, dusting off his clothes as if he hadn’t just obliterated half the city.

“You seem very confident in this ‘Lord Berlin,'” Aiden said, his voice steady and devoid of concern. “But do you think he’s strong enough to save you?”

The Emperor’s laughter faded, replaced by a look of growing uncertainty. “You don’t understand! Lord Berlin will annihilate you. No one crosses him and lives. You’ll be begging for mercy!”

Aiden sighed, glancing at the sky. “I’ve faced stronger opponents than your precious Saint King,” he muttered. Then, turning his gaze back to the Emperor, he added, “But since you’re so eager for him to arrive, I’ll wait.”

The Immortal Emperor’s face twisted in frustration as he tried to suppress his rising fear. The sheer casualness of Aiden’s demeanor unsettled him. He couldn’t understand how anyone could be so calm in the face of such an imminent threat.

Moments later, the sky above them began to ripple. A massive, oppressive aura descended upon the city, sending shivers through anyone still conscious. The projection of Lord Berlin reappeared, but this time it wasn’t just an image. The true form of the Saint King emerged, radiating immense power.

“Who dares destroy my city?!” Lord Berlin’s thunderous voice echoed, shaking the earth. His gaze fixed on Aiden, who remained entirely unfazed.

Aiden, unimpressed by the dramatics, rolled his eyes. “Seriously, old man?” he replied with a tone of mild annoyance. “Is your age catching up with you? We literally spoke just a few minutes ago.” He looked at Berlin as if he were dealing with a senile elder.

Berlin’s eyes burned with fury as he glared at Aiden. “You will pay for this,” he growled, waving his hand to launch an attack.

Thick violet clouds formed around him, swirling with poisonous energy as they surged toward Aiden.

“Law of Poison, huh?” Aiden muttered, stepping aside effortlessly. In response, he revealed the Law of Light, his body radiating a soft yet blinding glow.

“A Light Saint, is it?” Berlin sneered. “I’ve killed your kind many times before.” The violet fumes crystallized, shaping into sharp swords that hurtled toward Aiden with deadly intent.