Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent! - Chapter 491

Chapter 491: News
The throne room was bathed in the crimson light let in by the tall, imposing windows. The red sun outside was at its highest point.

The towering obsidian walls were lined with banners depicting ancient Red Demon conquests.

At the centre sat a single Red Demon, sitting on the single throne that occupied the room.

This one throne was the only piece of furniture in the entire space.

It was only fitting that in the presence of the king, nobody had the authority to sit and be at the same level as him.

His massive form dwarfed the ornate, jagged throne beneath him. Razor sharp horns curled back over his head like a crown, and his fiery red eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce through reality itself.

King Zarok’s clawed hand rested idly on the hilt of his ceremonial warblade. Its edge hummed faintly with terrifying energy contained inside.

He stared into the distance, deep in thought. His empire was vast, his power was unchallenged in this galaxy. Yet, the universe had many ways of testing even the most indomitable rulers.

The heavy doors of the throne room burst open at that momen, and an aide stumbled his way inside, with his normally fearsome demeanour reduced to a pale, trembling shadow of itself.

His breathing was ragged, and his eyes darted nervously around the chamber before locking onto his lord.

Zarok’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

‘Interesting. Few are bold enough — or foolish enough — to enter unbidden.’

The aide stopped a few steps from the throne, his body visibly shaking.

“M-my lord,”

He managed to stammer out.

“I bring urgent news.. From the Milky Way.”

Zarok’s smirk grew slightly wider, revealing his razor sharp fangs.

“The humans, I assume?”

His voice was deep and guttural, carrying the weight of countless battles.

“What of them? Have they finally been crushed beneath our might?”

The aide hesitated with his head lowering further upon hearing the condescending tone of his lord.

Zarok leaned forward slightly — his interest was piqued.

“Speak, worm. I don’t have the patience for your stammering.”

The aide gulped before forcing his words out.

“T-the fleet, my lord. The invasion fleet sent to annihilate the human scum…”

He paused, faltering in his words.

“It… it has been destroyed.”

Zarok froze, his smirk vanishing.

For a moment, the room was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of the energy exuded by his warblade.

Then, he leaned back, throwing his head back in laughter that shook the entire chamber.

The sound was a thunderous cacophony, reverberating through the throne room like a tidal wave.

“Destroyed?”

He repeated, amusement dripping from every syllable.

“What a funny joke! Now, tell me what really has you trembling like some hatchling fresh from the brood.”

The aide flinched but remained silent, making sure to keep his gaze fixed on the polished floor.

The laughter slowly died down, replaced with simmering tension.

Zarok’s eyes narrowed, with his claws tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his throne.

“You’re serious?”

He asked, now in a deadly growl.

The aide nodded shakily.

“Y-yes, my lord. Reports from the remaining long range comm beacons confirm it. The entire fleet — every ship, every warrior, even the S tier princes — has been annihilated. We… we received no final transmission, only silence.”

Zarok’s expression darkened, his fiery eyes flaring dangerously. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as his aura of rage and power grew intensely.

He stood, towering over the aide, and descended the steps of his throne with deliberate, earth-shaking strides.

“Do you mean to tell me,” he said, his voice cold and venomous, “that the pride of our empire, the finest warriors and fleets we have forged across millennia, were wiped out by humans? A species that only recently crawled out of their dirt-covered cradle?”

The aide trembled harder, his knees threatening to buckle. “M-my lord, w-we simply don’t know! There is little to no data fragments left for us to investigate!”

This failed to appease the King’s anger though.

“How can you idiots not even take care of a backwards civilisation like the Humans! Do I have to do everything myself every goddamn time?!”

However, at that moment, a voice interrupted both the King and the aide from their thoughts.

“I suggest you think before you speak.”

Zarok looked forwards, towards the voice that was so bold to speak to him like that.

Never in his thousands of years of life had anyone spoken so brashly to him!

However, when he finally lay his eyes on the man who had spoken out, his eyes narrowed into slits.

‘Human?’

For the first time in thousands of years, he was genuinely surprised.

‘How did a human manage to sneak in here?’

“From this moment forth, you — and your race — are to no longer bother the Federation or come within a million light years of the Milky way. Should you fail to follow this, I’m afraid you’ll meet the same end your buddies did back in the Milky way, and then the Red Demon race would truly be wiped out for good.”

The throne room grew silent.

Zarok’s fiery eyes locked onto the human who dared to stand before him.

However, Phoenix just stood nonchalantly, without a care in the world, hands in his pockets.

He was completely out of place here — a lone human surrounded by the epitome of Red Demon might.

Zarok’s lips curled into a sneer.

“You crawl into my throne room, uninvited, and dare to threaten me? The arrogance of your kind truly knows no bounds.”

Phoenix didn’t flinch. He simply sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if dealing with an unruly child.

“I was hoping you would have some sense to listen, for your sake,” he said quietly.

“Guess I overestimated your intelligence.”

Zarok’s laugh was a deep, guttural roar.

“Like I would ever listen to such an inferior race!”

With a sudden burst of speed that contrasted his massive size, Zarok’s warblade lashed out, aiming to cleave Phoenix in two.

The blow never landed.

Phoenix looked down at Zarok’s lifeless body with faint disappointment. “I was really hoping you’d be different. But it seems this race is too greedy, too blinded by its own arrogance to abide by any rules I set.”

He closed his eyes briefly, gathering his thoughts.

‘This is the only way to ensure peace. If I leave them alive, they’ll just rebuild and come back. It’s better to eliminate the problem at its source.’

He stepped away from the body, as calmly as he always had been.

Yet the implications of his next actions would shake the nearby civilisations for the next few millenia.

There would be no more Red Demon race from this day onwards.