I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 315: The Fall of the Thalassphere Arx I

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Chapter 315: The Fall of the Thalassphere Arx I

The winds around the Thalassphere Arx shimmered with a brilliance that defied the natural rhythm of sea and sky. The continent hovered on the back of colossal tides, shaped by ancient will and deep order.

It pulsed with massive radiant blue wings of light, like a breathing cathedral of water and power.

Through these gales floated two figures. One clad in a flowing regal Primordium Evolutius Suit laced with purple and gold, the other in a similar get up but burning with green flames!

Achilles Adrastia Maxwell. Rose Adrian.

Together, they approached the domain of the Atlantians.

Before them, the sea churned.

The waves grew wild as a dark chasm opened, revealing a kraken of such magnitude it blanketed the sea and sky with its mass. Its tentacles, scorched with blue flames, reached toward the skies.

Bolts of lightning raced along its slick hide, each one illuminating the creature’s otherworldly eyes.

Two more behemoths joined it. The first, a Deep Abyss Leviacore, shaped like a great eel with obsidian fins and bioluminescent eyes.

It pulsed with blue starlight as thick armor plates crackled with energy.

The second, a Tidal World Turtle, its shell a floating island of coral and crystal, breathed deep sea lightning with each exhale.

And atop these terrors stood the Sea Tribe Kings.

Atlantians, glorious and lethal, tridents in hand, many adorned with scales shimmering in the hues of a burning ocean. Some bore their natural fishtails, swathed in typhoons of water essence that crackled with power.

Six among them radiated power that bent space. Neuronova Stage!

They were legends in their own right.

At their center stood the High Tiderune himself. His armor shone with radiant stellar blue, and from his back cascaded a long cape of living seawater. His eyes were like twin stars of the deep, and his trident was forged from a fragment of a drowned star.

But in the face of such gathering might, Achilles did not blink.

His expression, though taut with restrained fury, remained calm.

Beside him, Rose turned her head slightly, her beauty luminous under the sea’s glow. Her eyes searched his face as she spoke softly "You look...angrier than any other time recently..."

His lips twitched. Even in the presence of such forces, he spoke softly to her.

"Someone stupid," he replied, voice calm, "just threatened you to get to me. That made me a little angry. That’s all."

Rose smiled, squeezing his hand. Her voice was silk laced with fire. "Mmm, okay. Then it looks like the sea brought you a few fish to work your anger out on."

Achilles turned to face the grand forces before him. The High Tiderune, regal and wrathful, raised his voice.

"Human, do you understand what this means? Your actions today are a declaration of war against all Ancient Ones. You will be hunted. You will be—"

He was cut off.

Achilles waved his hand.

A flash of light flared beside him.

Princess Atlana appeared.

Regal, luminous, every bit the daughter of the Sea. But her eyes...they shimmered unnaturally. She stood without resistance. She was already his.

Spores. Countless, unseen. Flowing within her veins.

Across the battlefield, one of the Sea Tribe Kings gasped. "Atlana!"

His cry caught the wind, rough and pained.

Achilles’ voice then cut through everything.

"What you see is an Atlantian who has submitted to me. You may choose the same. Kneel. Bow your heads, and you will be spared."

His voice never wavered.

"Those who do not kneel- at least half of you will die. The next choice will be given again after that. This...may look horrendous to you. Cruel, even. But...were you not intending to do the same to us? So, you have three seconds."

...!

Ridiculous words echoed out.

The High Tiderune let out a bellow.

The oceans raged.

A thousand blue stars lit the skies as at this moment, the Atlantians moved under a sjngle command.

They attacked.

A deluge of sea-based abilities swept forth.

Massive glaciers glimmering with crystalline spikes were hurled like spears.

Typhoons roared forth with lightning at their hearts.

Blue-gold illusory tridents as large as towers manifested above and descended like celestial punishment.

The sky was swallowed.

Rose remained unmoved beside him.

Achilles squeezed her hand gently as he breathed out.

"My Sun."

The Imperial Sun of Adrastia stirred above.

In the next breath, heat and gravity unlike any before bloomed.

The skies bent.

The attacks- all of them- melted into mist and ash. Glaciers turned to vapor. Typhoons exploded into harmless steam. Tridents of legend disintegrated before they could reach.

And then...came the judgment.

Gravity shifted. Heat expanded.

A literal sun blared its grandeur.

A literal! Sun!

HUUM!

Half of the gathered Atlantians were seized by an unseen force.

The pressure was absolute as bones collapsed, armor cracked, and flesh melted. Within moments, bodies turned into crimson gold liquid. Silent. Swift. Final.

Horror screamed across the faces of those who remained. The pain was real. The heat seared. Their eyes bulged as their bodies blistered.

Achilles watched with cold eyes.

"Three seconds were up."

His voice echoed across the sea.

And now, the weight of the sun hung over the rest.

The High Tiderune’s face, pale and trembling, stared up at the floating tyrant before him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but his voice failed him as he only bellowed.

Because what stood before them did not seem like a human.

It was a demon who wore a crown of lineage and carried a miniature star as his blade!

It was a being who could call upon a sun!

Nearby.

Tears streamed down Princess Atlana’s cheeks.

She had seen war. She had seen executions, flames, declarations. But nothing- nothing could compare to the awe and horror of what Achilles had just done.

The dazzling, burning purple gold Sun that hung above his head like an imperial star had spun only once. Once. And with that, the radiant blue skies dimmed as everything the Sea Tribe Kings hurled toward him, from stellar ice to crashing tridents of lightning, were vaporized. Vanished.

And then, even worse..

Half of the gathered Atlantians, beings she had grown up with, warriors that had sworn their blades and scales to the Sea, were erased in the span of a breath. Their bodies crumpled into golden-red pools, crushed and scorched by unbearable heat and gravity.

Atlana...could not stop the tears from falling!

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