Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1575 Eternal Tyrant Kazreth!

"How did you come here?"

A voice boomed from above as a host of primordial warriors sensed the terrifying Qi of the man with the golden ring and hurried towards him.

They arrived with speed, their faces etched with shock and disbelief. It was evident that even they couldn't fathom how such an entity had materialized amidst the chaos of the battlefield without any harbinger.

Yet, the man adorned with the golden ring didn't even spare them a proper glance.

His gaze merely shifted infinitesimally in their direction, and a subtle hint of contempt flickered across his features.

"Ants," he murmured.

The words had scarcely left his lips when innumerable threads of golden luminescence materialized in the air around him.

These were slender, sharp, and glimmered brilliantly, akin to celestial spears meticulously crafted from pure sunlight.

In the ensuing moment, they launched forward.

The primordial warriors found themselves utterly defenseless.

Each beam lanced through their forms with devastating accuracy. Their protective Qi dissolved as if it had never been, and before a single sound of distress could escape, their bodies commenced disintegration.

Within moments, their forms crumbled into fine particles and were carried away by the wind.

Not a trace remained.

The entire confrontation concluded in less time than a single breath.

The individuals from Orion stood paralyzed, their hearts seized by terror.

The spectacle before them obliterated any semblance of composure they had managed to retain. These were primordial warriors, beings of such formidable power they stood on the vanguard against the forces of devils, yet before this solitary man, they perished like minuscule insects carelessly trampled underfoot.

A suffocating despair washed over the assembled throng like a virulent poison.

"Everyone, flee!"

An elder from the War God Palace bellowed suddenly, his voice piercing through the oppressive dread.

That singular command jolted the stunned gathering back to a semblance of awareness.

Instantaneously, pandemonium ensued.

Every soul from Orion scrambled to escape with every ounce of their strength. Despite the relentless pressure emanating from the man with the golden ring, which rendered movement agonizingly sluggish, they fled with desperate abandon.

However, the man simply observed them.

His expression was devoid of urgency, devoid of wrath, devoid of elation.

Only a profound, chilling indifference permeated his being.

"Run?" he inquired calmly, his voice smooth and laced with an almost discernible amusement. "There is nowhere you can flee from me."

As he uttered these words, another surge of pressure radiated outward from his person.

This time, the intensity far surpassed its previous manifestation.

An invisible force slammed into everyone present, akin to the cataclysmic collapse of a celestial mountain.

Bodies convulsed violently.

Numerous individuals were instantly flung to the ground, incapable of withstanding the overwhelming weight. Those who remained upright felt their bones groan under duress, their internal organs shudder, and the very blood within their veins freeze. It was as though their corporeal forms were being imploded from within, reduced to an utter state of decrepitude where even the act of respiration became an exquisite torment.

The most robust among them could scarcely maintain consciousness.

The weaker souls harbored no hope whatsoever.

Then, an event transpired that plunged their hearts into the abyss of true terror.

One of the least potent cultivators in their midst, a man at the zenith of the Law Awakening Realm, emitted a choked, agonized cry.

All gazes involuntarily converged upon him.

His physical form began to disintegrate.

Commencing from his extremities, his flesh transmuted into dust, followed by his limbs, and then his torso. The progression was horrifyingly protracted, affording every observer ample opportunity to witness each agonizing second. His countenance contorted in sheer terror as his body continued its unmaking, until finally, even his head dissolved into drifting ash.

A moment later, the wind dispersed what little remained of him.

He ceased to exist.

He had perished without sustaining any injury, without even being directly assailed.

A glacial chill coursed through every individual.

At that precise instant, the people of Orion finally grasped the magnitude of the horror embodied by the being before them.

This man was not merely powerful.

He was an entity of such unfathomable terror that their very lives held no significance in his presence, less than mere dust beneath his immutable gaze.

All their valiant efforts proved utterly futile.

No matter the desperation of their struggle, none could muster the strength to rise. The oppressive force unleashed by the man bearing the golden ring pinned them fast, like insects ensnared beneath an unseen mountain. Their limbs quivered uncontrollably under the unbearable burden, and every attempt to ascend met only with failure.

A wave of frantic fear swept through the entire company.

Even Tamara, Edwin, and the venerable elders representing the great factions found themselves utterly impotent against that overwhelming aura. Their cultivated strengths, which typically evoked dread and reverence, were rendered inconsequential in this dire circumstance.

Of all those present, only Max retained the capacity for unimpeded movement.

Owing to the passive augmentation granted by Keeper's Dominion, the suffocating pressure that incapacitated the others exerted negligible influence upon him. While he could still perceive the terrifying aura impinging upon the surroundings, his physical form was not similarly ensnared.

A darkening of his expression preceded his preparation for action.

He was on the verge of extending the influence of Keeper's Dominion to offer sanctuary to the others when an unforeseen event abruptly intervened.

Suddenly, a massive protective barrier descended from the heavens.

A radiant shield of energy unfurled, encompassing the entire group within a protective dome. The instant the barrier materialized, the crushing pressure vanished, and the people of Orion gasped, feeling the immense weight lifted from their bodies.

Before anyone could fully process what had happened, another figure descended from the sky.

A Primordial.

He landed directly in front of the group, positioning himself between them and the man with the golden ring. His armor, a radiant gold, was intricately engraved with ancient symbols that pulsed faintly with primordial power.

His aura was vast, far exceeding that of ordinary primordial warriors. His commanding presence instantly signaled him as one of the high-ranking leaders of their race.

With a grave expression, he fixed his gaze upon the man before him.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice resonating with solemn authority.

The man with the golden ring regarded him with a calm, almost amused demeanor.

"I sometimes forget that the inhabitants of this universe are unaware of me," he stated in a composed tone, as if introducing himself at a formal assembly rather than amidst a blood-soaked battlefield.

He lightly placed a hand on his chest and spoke with understated arrogance.

"I am Eternal Tyrant Kazreth."

Those words struck like thunder.

"I am the one who dispatched the devils into this universe. I am the one who commanded their conquest. Everything that has transpired here began with me."

The Primordial leader's eyes widened in disbelief.

"So it was you all along!"

His expression contorted with rage, his entire body trembling with fury.

"You are the instigator of this war!" he bellowed. "I shall slay you!"

However, Kazreth remained unmoved by his anger.

Instead, a faint, almost pitying smile touched his lips.

"Do not be rash," he said placidly. "You are merely an ant before me, and crushing ants offers me no gratification."

His golden eyes glinted coldly as he continued.

"Go and summon those four fools of your race. What do you call them again?"

He paused momentarily, as if genuinely trying to recall their names.

"Ah, yes. The Four Primarchs."

His voice remained steady, yet each word carried a terrifying weight.

"Bring them before me."

The Primordial leader's rage evaporated instantly, replaced by sheer, unadulterated shock.

"How do you know of them?" he questioned, his voice now laced with deep alarm rather than fury. "Even among our own kind, only a select few are aware of the Four Primarchs. How is it possible for you to know of their existence?"