Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 460 - Mournful Cry

The Treehouse let out a cry of agony as it watched its own form get sliced into seven distinct segments. This was a pain beyond anything it had previously endured, comparable to witnessing one's own soul being violently ripped into seven fragments.

As those seven pieces drifted apart, thick blue chains emerged from thin air with a sharp metallic clatter. These bindings, as massive as the trunks of a World Tree and forged from an unidentified metal, lashed the seven Kingdoms together.

The scene was one of total pandemonium.

Countless elves tumbled into the widening fissures, falling into the dark void below. There, they faced certain death, either at the claws of lingering void beasts or due to the lethal environment itself.

Even those who managed to remain on the land of the seven Kingdoms found no relief.

The majority were driven to their knees, crushed not only by the mourning of the Treehouse's Will but also by an overwhelming pressure weighing down on their very souls.

The Worldborns, every one of them a Myriad Creator rank expert who had mastered at least two Laws, watched the unfolding disaster with eyes filled with dread.

The father of Orien Worldborn, famously known as the Sword of Luelle, surveyed the ruin of his homeland with frigid green eyes.

The air was thick with a cacophony of sound; cowards shrieked in their desire to escape, while the bold roared with bloodshot eyes, their war cries fueled by a desperate need to fight.

Hovering at the center of the seven Kingdoms was Aurelia, positioned where the massive chains met to form a majestic throne.

Her look had been transformed.

She was now clad in azure battle armor that hugged her form perfectly. Seven distinct swords, each possessing a unique shape and energy signature, floated at her back like a pair of steel wings.

A metallic halo rested upon her head, and a luminous blue light bled from her eyes.

From the third Kingdom, the Sword of Luelle looked up at her.

"You are committing a grave error, First Abomination," he declared, his voice echoing across the expanse.

Seeing their leader remain so composed and firm, some began to instinctively hope that all was not yet lost.

Standing beside the Sword of Luelle were Eric, Malrik, and Rouge, who had successfully advanced their ranks enough to stand as equals with the legendary warrior.

"Our Progenitor may be gone, but you have lost yours as well," he remarked, his tone turning increasingly icy. "Do not be so arrogant as to think you can challenge an entire race alone. You would be a fool."

"Then a fool I shall be," Aurelia replied, her voice flat and devoid of any sentiment. "Nothing in this existence will prevent me from exterminating every last one of you today."

As she made her proclamation, the brows of the Worldborns furrowed with rage.

"And if you believe I am standing alone..." the First Abomination added, her lips curling into a smile for the first time. It was a hollow expression that sent a cold shiver down their spines.

"...then you truly do not understand what it means to be a Lord."

Immediately following her statement, ferocious roars tore through the atmosphere from the peaks of mountain hills that had sprouted from the earth of each Kingdom under Aurelia’s influence.

The Worldborns spun around in sudden alarm, witnessing a figure hovering atop every hilltop.

These beings, both male and female, were decked in various armors and carried diverse weapons. Every single one of them radiated the power of the Myriad Creator rank.

"Commence," Aurelia commanded.

The seven Lords moved instantly at the word of their High Lord. Their speed was a blur, moving with such force that the air seemed to rot and the space behind them collapsed into the void.

A series of thunderous explosions blasted craters into the terrain.

The elves screamed, scrambling to adopt combat stances and prepare a defense. However, most were unable to even tighten their grip on their weapons before being reduced to mangled heaps of bone and flesh, crushed into the dirt.

Some were disintegrated into billions of microscopic bits, their souls extinguished instantly.

Others had their spirits skewered by precise spear thrusts. Some were turned into a crimson mist of blood by the devastating war cry of a Lord who wielded a massive hammer over his shoulder.

The Sword of Luelle watched with growing horror. His own Qi and the power of his companions erupted as they took in the carnage.

In their specific Kingdom, the presiding Lord—a yellow-skinned female wielding twin rapiers—was slaughtering their kin with swordplay so exquisite it was almost a crime to try and stop it.

Every one of her movements drew upon the Law of Movement, making it appear as though she existed ahead of time. This was paired with the Law of the Unseen, rendering her blade strikes completely invisible and impossible to detect.

Furthermore, she utilized the Law of Seven—a Law ensuring that after seven successful hits, the eighth would inevitably be a fatal strike, regardless of any defense.

"This—!"

The Sword of Luelle tried to speak, but only a wet, gurgling sound came out. He went rigid. With wide eyes, he turned his head slowly to see Eric, who had already buried a blade deep into his throat.

"H-How?" the Sword managed to whisper weakly.

"Let’s not drag this out," Eric murmured coldly into his ear.

He wasn't the only traitor. Malrik and Rouge had revealed their true forms—showing themselves as an Elysiari and a human—and were busy slaughtering the nearby Myriad Creator Worldborns while the experts were distracted by the Yellow Lord.

Rouge was laughing like a lunatic, her face splattered with blood, while Malrik began the process of summoning the deceased.

The surrounding elves stood frozen, paralyzed by the sight.

"It was a pleasure learning the secrets of your race," Eric remarked, before cleanly decapitating the Patriarch of the Worldborn.

At that moment, the Yellow Lord flickered into view. "Easy now! Easy!" she chirped, raising her twin blades to finish off the Patriarch’s soul...

...but everything ground to a halt as a world-shaking dragon's roar erupted.

ROOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR!

Aurelia, who had been watching the massacre from the center, felt her eyes widen as she snapped her gaze upward.

A shaky, shallow breath left her lungs.

A dragon of impossible scale, larger than several Prime Worlds combined, had manifested. It was so colossal that it dominated the entire field of vision.

Twenty pairs of expansive wings were etched onto its back; every beat of those wings seemed to make the very fabric of the universe tremble.

The beast was covered in deep crimson scales that shone like gems. A crown of numerous scarlet horns adorned its head.

It possessed three eyes, including one centered on its forehead. Two were black slits filled with rotating runes, while the third eye on its brow was a piercing, solid white.

All three eyes were locked onto Aurelia.

Esmeray, the Mother of Dragons and a Progenitor, had arrived.

"I will not permit this," the Mother of Dragons thundered, her mere presence bringing the entire conflict to a dead stop.

Eric, Malrik, and Rouge were forced to the ground, the sheer pressure making them feel as if their souls would shatter just by being in the vicinity of a Pinnacle being.

Blood began to seep from their bodies. "We are already plagued by invaders at our gates," Esmeray continued, her voice vibrating with fury. "We require every bit of strength for the coming struggle. So, First Abomination, will you stand down?"

Aurelia’s gaze was as cold as death. Without saying a word, her aura began to surge to terrifying heights as her golden book manifested behind her.

"Today," Aurelia growled, "marks the downfall of the Worldborn. I have given my word, and I intend to uphold it."

Her statement carried the weight of an absolute decree.

"And your word is worthless compared to the survival of the universe," Esmeray spat back.

"The only reason I am even speaking to you, little girl, is because I understand your grudge against the elves and because the Madman is currently busy slaying void beasts."

The Progenitor paused, and Aurelia felt her golden book groan under Esmeray’s spiritual pressure. A tearing sound filled the air as the book began to sustain damage.

She clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white and blood dripped from her palms. Aurelia finally understood the weight of Noah’s sacrifice. Standing before a Progenitor was like trying to oppose the entire universe itself.

The reality was undeniable.

All Progenitors were Pinnacles—beings who embodied and controlled the fundamental laws of existence. They were the absolute peak of all life.

Because of that...

"You cannot hope to defeat me, child. It is arrogant to think you can replicate the Madman's feats. We have learned from our past mistakes," Esmeray said, her slitted eyes narrowing until they were nearly closed.

"I am not in the mood for negotiations."

"Therefore, you will do the wise thing and leave."

"And if I refuse?" Aurelia whispered, her voice tight with suppressed terror.

Her Lords gathered behind her, weapons drawn for a battle that seemed futile.

"I did not come here to back down," Aurelia added.

I failed Noah once already. I will not fail him a second time, she thought, forcing herself to stay firm despite the instinctual urge to run.

If she fled now, the guilt would kill her. She had already suffered enough of it.

Esmeray stared intensely at her, then spoke with a voice so powerful it shattered the seven Kingdoms into a rain of debris, causing Aurelia to spit out blood.

"Then you have left me with no alternative, First Abomination."

The Mother of Dragons opened her massive maw. In that moment, it felt as though the entire universe was being pulled into her throat. Eric, Malrik, and Rouge were instantly obliterated into a mist of blood, their souls wiped out by the mere sight of the power.

Aurelia felt a knot of primal fear in her chest as she saw a terrifying dragon breath condensing within the endless depths of Esmeray’s mouth.

"Your Elysiari faction brings nothing but chaos," Esmeray’s voice echoed. "Your recklessness will ruin us before our true enemies even arrive. Therefore..."

Time seemed to stop. "You must die."

The dragon breath was unleashed. Aurelia had no time to activate her abilities before the searing red light of the blast reached her.

The world exploded into a sea of crimson as the breath consumed everything.

At that very instant, deep within the pits of Hell, Asaemon suddenly stopped, his eyes wide with pure shock. "No... no... no..." he stammered, his heart pounding against his chest like a trapped animal. "N-No, this can't be happening!"

He collapsed to his knees, gripping his head so hard his nails drew blood from his scalp, as tears of blood streamed down his face. Nearby, the Demon Lords watched in confusion and dread, sensing a terrible shift in the world's balance.

Asaemon was not alone in his grief. In a distant corner of the universe where no mana existed...

A certain world began to resonate with a heartbroken, mournful wail.