The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 1012: I Could Show You My Monster Side

For the vampire king who had already lived for more than a million years, there was nothing that could faze him in the First Heaven. He had experienced countless things, to the point that most of what existed in the First Heaven no longer gave him any surprise.

As the lowest of the heavens, this place was far more boring and did not offer much that could attract him. The only things that could draw his interest were clues or remnants left behind by those he and his forces called the rebel gods.

These were the gods who had rebelled against the forces occupying this universe, forming a resistance that still existed even now.

Despite their numbers being far smaller, they were still able to oppose his forces, which showed just how powerful those rebels truly were. They had already become a major obstacle to his force’s conquest of the entire universe for eons.

That was why, besides spreading his god’s influence, his mission also included hunting down any of those rebels or their followers, should any exist within the First Heaven.

Although he had never seen any gods, nor fought them directly, he had already prepared himself in case he had to face them or their followers. Under the law of causality within the First Heaven, their cultivation would be equal to his, so he believed he had a chance to face them.

He had already killed many of their followers in the Second Heaven, so killing them again, or even eliminating gods hiding within the First Heaven, might be possible.

Killing a god would be a great achievement and would surely make his god proud.

But before he could meet any of them in the First Heaven, for the first time, he encountered someone who could make his heart tremble in this realm.

In the short time he had observed this man, the man had already shown him things that completely overturned his understanding of cultivation.

From creating black holes to this moment, when he had actually succeeded in infiltrating his mind and observing his memories.

He could not understand how his mind could be so easily breached when it had already been planted with a powerful curse against anyone who tried to peek into his memories.

A strong curse that had been planted by his god.

A curse so powerful that it would instantly trap the consciousness of anyone who attempted to look into his memories. The curse also targeted the soul, ensuring the death of the infiltrator.

However, the man in front of him had easily broken through the curse and casually looked into his memories.

Could an apostle truly be this overwhelmingly strong?

There was nothing that could stop the man before him. He was far more powerful than he was, as could be seen from how he controlled black holes. A divine curse had also failed to affect him, as he had simply bypassed it with ease.

He had never seen an apostle of a god before, so he did not know what they were truly capable of.

He had only heard that they were special individuals who received many blessings from the gods, and that they were far stronger than any cultivators within the same realm.

Special people who could bear the direct blessings of the gods and wield their power.

But at this moment, he began to doubt whether an apostle could truly accomplish what the man in front of him had done.

If any apostle were as strong as this man, then the universe should have already fallen into their god’s hands long ago.

As Aldrian looked through his memories, the vampire king still conscious, yet he could not control his body. He could feel Aldrian probing into his memories, but he was powerless to stop it.

He wanted to fight, but his body did not obey his commands and only spasmed as his eyes rolled back. He felt intense pain within his brain and desperately wanted to touch his head to ease it.

Aldrian continued to look through the vampire king’s memories, showing no concern for his well-being as he casually observed countless fragments of his past without restraint.

After more than six hours of torture for the vampire king, Aldrian finally finished his observation and released him. His body slumped to the ground as he breathed heavily, sweat already soaking his entire body. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood flowed from his orifices. His body also convulsed slightly from the aftereffects of hours of torment.

Aldrian looked at the vampire king and nodded.

"As expected from an immortal, moreover an immortal at Immortal Saint stage, your soul and mind are truly strong to endure for that long," he said. He knew that despite the vampire king’s condition, he could still hear him.

The vampire king finally regained some of his strength and lifted his head to look at Aldrian. For the first time, a feeling he had not experienced in a very long time surfaced within his mind.

Fear.

His gaze trembled as he moved his lips. "Who are you? What are you?" he asked with a trembling voice.

Aldrian smiled and tapped the vampire king’s cheek three times. "This expression of yours is the same one every devil I have caught in the past made. The expression of fear and despair."

"After everything you have done in your life, becoming a follower of those invaders and acting however you pleased, seeing you like this brings me satisfaction and draws out my inner sadistic side. I enjoy watching all of your pain and desperation."

"Fate has brought you to me, and I can deliver the karma for everything you have done in the past."

The vampire king’s heart trembled as he looked at Aldrian’s smile, one that was truly chilling.

"Monster," he said without much thought. "The followers of our god across the First Heaven will come for you after this."

Aldrian grinned.

"Let them come. It will be much easier for me to annihilate them without having to travel to countless places across the First Heaven. I want to see your god’s face when I obliterate all of his followers here."

"And for you to call me a monster? That is rich, coming from you. After looking into your memories and knowing what kind of man you are, I don’t think you have the right to say that."

"But I could show you my monster side right now."

Aldrian then looked at the vampire king’s fangs, clearly protruding from his upper lip.

Aldrian trapped the vampire king’s body in a spatial lock, preventing it from moving. He then pinched one of the fangs and shook it, causing the vampire king’s head to follow the motion.

"Ngh," the vampire king groaned.

"The number of lives taken by this fang is already countless. I wonder if I should start with this?" Aldrian said menacingly, causing the vampire king’s fear to intensify.

"Or maybe your hands? Or your feet? Or maybe—" Aldrian’s gaze shifted toward the vampire king’s crotch, which made him frantically try to move his body.

"No, no..." he said, but the spatial lock kept him firmly in place. He could only move his head and lips.

Aldrian’s grin grew more sinister. "Come on, countless women have already fallen prey to that dick of yours. Isn’t it only right for this little fella to receive its karma as well?"

"Aghhhh!" the vampire king shouted in desperation, trying to escape, but Aldrian finally sealed even his head and lips. He could no longer move at all.

"Sh, sh, sh. Don’t break down yet. We still have a few hours before sunrise. Until then, just enjoy my treatment," Aldrian said as he returned to pinching one of the vampire king’s fangs.

Without hesitation, he tore it out.

"Nnghhh!" The vampire king wanted to scream, but his lips would not open. Blood flowed from his upper lip.

Aldrian then grasped the vampire king’s remaining fang and pulled it out as well. Once again, the vampire king tried to scream, but only a muffled groan escaped his throat.

In the dim dungeon, the sound of groaning filled with pain echoed throughout the space. At times, the vampire king’s screams could be heard before they faded back into hoarse groans. These sounds of agony lasted until the sun rose a few hours later.

When sunrise came, Aldrian stopped and looked at the vampire king’s horrific condition. He had already lost all of his limbs, and his eyes were gone. Beneath his body lay a pool of blood.

Scattered around the dungeon were countless severed limbs and dicks.

This is the usual Aldrian’s torture method. He would cut off the limbs, then regrow them quickly using his golden energy, only to cut them off again. He repeated the process until he felt satisfied.

Now that the sun had risen, he decided it was enough. The vampire king was already on the brink of death, his body completely motionless even though he was still breathing.

Without thinking much, Aldrian used his death laws. Black energy flowed out from his palm before shaping itself into flames. He dropped the black fire onto the vampire king’s body and the severed remains around him.

They were quickly consumed by the black flames and turned to ashes.

Even the ashes themselves soon vanished, completely engulfed by the fire.

Aldrian made sure to burn the vampire king’s soul as well, ensuring that he would not reincarnate.

After Aldrian was done, he retracted the flames and left the dungeon. He did not leave behind a single trace of the vampire king.

As he stepped out of the dungeon, he looked toward the eastern horizon, where the sun had already begun to rise.

He needed to prepare.

Today was the day he would depart for the central region of the heaven.