I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Thrones of Thorns and Chains of Shame IV
The Celestbone Spine ignited with stellar fury.

It launched itself down toward Achilles like a glorious serpent of judgment.

Achilles cried out in his Phoenix form, rings of stellar white flames erupting to cover millions of the surrounding skies.

The Spine struck.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The impact came from above, and it was unfathomably heavy.

Achilles was driven into the earth, creating a crater that swallowed entire districts of the Capital outskirts.

White flames flared!

The form of the white Phoenix dissipated, but…

But he rose.

Shattered.

Burning.

Alive.

From within his core, the Adrastia Imperium Vitae Ascension Codex pulsed with golden embers.

He had not yet reached Imperial Embers Initiation.

But he could feel as if his blood was burning with brilliance.

The fire had begun.

He wasn’t just resisting.

He was refining everything about his existence!

And above, High Zenithar Malgorith looked on, no longer laughing after he survived such a blow.

“Interesting…”

He whispered.

“…You might actually live long enough to witness the true nature and power of someone like me…”

WAA!

—

In the Colony City down below.

The ceiling above trembled with distant quakes, like a heartbeat reverberating through the bones of the city.

Inside a throne Hall.

Still, the Obsidian-pink Titaness reclined with lazy elegance upon a throne grown from vine-wrapped bone and golden parasitic root.

Her skin gleamed like moonlit dusk- silken, flawless, faintly reflecting the opulent lanternlight around her. Endless lengths of golden cloth coiled around her form, rising in delicate patterns of Primordial Energy and ancient power.

At her feet, Thorndike the Protector, the Astral Core Ascension King of Thornveil, knelt in silence.

His once-mighty gauntlets, now shattered. His once-proud armor, stripped and adorned with thorn-shaped restraints. The iron of his crown had been melted into a twisted collar.

He did not cry. Nor speak.

He had long since passed the threshold where either would mean anything.

The Titaness – known among her kind as Velmira of the Thirteenth Root, Duchess of Flame Serenity, smirked with a lazy cruelty.

Her long fingers reached for a fruit, plucked from a floating vine, and bit into it. Golden juice trailed down her lips as she looked both eerie and beautiful.

Above them, lightning flashed.

Another BOOM thundered across the skies.

Her crimson-gold eyes shifted toward the ceiling for just a moment as she could see through it all the way to the distant skies.

She then looked back to Thorndike.

“Your would-be savior,” she said, voice like a chorus dipped in venom. “Another human with delusions of fire and blood. He fights even now- facing the High Zenithar himself.”

She chuckled, low and melodic.

“How poetic.”

Thorndike said nothing.

But his eyes flickered upward, toward the trembling sky.

“He came here for you,” Velmira whispered mockingly. “To fight. To challenge the High Zenithar. To save the protector and other humans. So…noble.” Her gaze narrowed. “Will you stand and help him, Thorn King?”

She leaned closer, brushing a delicate finger against the chain that bound him.

“If you do… if you rise, if you dare interfere, we will kill ten thousand in this city every few seconds. Maybe more.”

…¡

She bit into another fruit.

“Do you understand?”

Thorndike closed his eyes. His body trembled—not from fear, but from shame. Rage.

Powerlessness.

He clenched his jaw. He nodded as if he understood.

Above them….

The battle raged.

Flashes of violet and gold.

Screams of star light.

And then, another quake. A heavier one. A deeper one.

The titaness paused mid-laugh.

BOOM!

The Celestbones of multiple golden might had fallen.

They could see it.

BOOOOOM!

The Femur. The Spine. Celestbone Humerus, and more!

And yet…

The human still stood.

Still fought.

Still burned.

Undaunted against High Zenithar Malgorith!

The Throne Hall grew quiet.

One of the other Astral Core Ascension Ancient Ones seated nearby, an emerald-skinned colossus with a mane of flame, frowned and looked toward the ceiling.

“…Why hasn’t that human fallen yet?”

“Celestbones of the High Zenithar should have crushed everything…” another muttered.

Velmira, suddenly less amused, set her fruit aside.

Thorndike looked up slowly.

Their conversation had shifted.

Their confidence… wavered.

Another Titan’s voice rumbled with cautiousness. “Should we…assist the High Zenithar? This isn’t entertaining anymore. He’s forcing our Master to spend effort at this moment.

Velmira said nothing as she watched.

And at this time.

BZZT!

Another rumble echoed.

Not from above.

This time…from the city walls.

From the skies.

SKREEEEEEE!

The first sound came like a shriek- deep, guttural, and not of beast nor machine but something else. Something corrupted. Controlled.

The floor trembled beneath them.

And then…

The ceiling tore open as…

Thousands- tens of thousands of Draconic Hybrids fell from above like celestial predators.

Their wings were stained in obsidian-purple. Their spines flared with crystallized flame. Their eyes burned in perfect synchronization with Achilles’ golden-purple gaze.

And they descended.

Onto the Ancient Ones!

Onto Velmira’s court that even had the King Thorndike tending to them!

Onto every altar, every part of the Colony City, every corrupted garden and enslaved plaza.

Velmira stood, golden silks coiling in fury.

“What is—”

CRASH!

The roof behind her caved in, a massive Ethereal Physiology Draconic Hybrid crashing through it like a living missile.

It screeched and lunged at the emerald titan, locking claws with him mid-air.

War had come to them too.

And this time,bit did not wear a crown of blood.

It wore wings. Scales. Defiance.

Thorndike stared, wide-eyed, as Velmira snarled, her composure shattering. She turned to him.

“Little Enslaved King, you will stay perfectly, right?! ”

…!

Thorndike didn’t reply.

But something within his core flickered again.

A memory of why he was King.

It did so as he watched the foreign Draconic Hybrids throw themselves on the Ancient Ones.

Why was he King?

Not to bow.

Not to serve.

But to protect.

So as he saw the Draconic Hybrids attacking the Ancient Ones, with many being obliterated by punches of starlight by the Astral Core Ascension Titans, but they twitched as white flames erupted from them, and they were entirely healed right after…

As he saw all this…

DUM!

His heart began to beat.

And he began to speak from its depths.

“Fight…”

DUM!

Even louder.

“Fight!”

The dim star light within him roused and burned as his eyes turned ferocious, and he roared out as he looked at the Titaness and bellowed out, star light and vines spilling from him!

“FIGHT!”

BOOM!

His voice spread out all across the Colony Capital of the Thornveil Dynasty.

His people heard it.

And even though they were bound by chains…some began to feel their blood burn!