First Light of a New Age

Chapter 195: The Emperor's Breakout

A/n: If you're wondering just how strong the Cult of the Endless Night really is, here's a rough idea. Every single cult member possesses regeneration far more powerful than the True Vampires Riley fought before. At minimum, they rival Alucard from Hellsing, except the key difference is that theirs is effectively INFINITE, due to the fact that their souls are guarded directly by the Serpent God, Apophis, which means even if their physical bodies are completely erased, burned, crushed, or evaporated into oblivion, they will simply return on the spot out of nothing.

Dark Apostles take this even further as their regeneration is faster and more aggressive due to possessing a high potency of Primordial Chaos. They were even reinforced by special blessings from the Serpent God by gaining unique abilities tied to Chaos. For example, Ali possessed a power similar to the Shadow Monarch from Solo Leveling, allowing him to resurrect fallen beings as Chaos entities.

With that out of the way, we're finally entering the final arc of Book I. This chapter will run on two major plotlines side by side.

"Plot A: The Emperor's Breakout"

"Plot B: Intruders in the Homeland"

Let me know which plotline you're most interested in.

And yes, this arc will include both Mr. Tibbles' solo arc and Emperor Maximo's solo arc.

Plus, this chapter will be LONG as "Chapter 160: War in America"

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Third Civilization Zone, Austronesia People's Empire, Imperial Maharlika, Manila.

4th Year of the New Age, Tuesday, 3rd Week, 10th Month of the Father.

There was silence on both ends.

On one side were the Sons of Man, an anti-monarch human supremacist terrorist group with their leaders all sitting on a particularly large and comfortable sofa like they owned the place.

The exquisite design of the furniture only reflected the extravagant state of the lounge they occupied, and alone looked like it belonged in a palace. The carpets were made of only the best of materials, and the walls were decorated with only the most elegant designs and expensive art pieces that didn't even try to hide how much money had been poured into this room.

The chandelier brightens the room with sheer beauty, and everything can only be described as the embodiment of luxury.

The group seemed to be using all their strength to restrain themselves from reacting to the scenery around them. Even the richest billionaires didn't have lounges that were so well-designed and had a taste of perfection, the kind of perfection meant to intimidate anyone who stepped inside.

Before them was a table of pure glass that was sitting between them, so clean and clear it almost looked like it was made from frozen light that almost shined like diamonds.

And on the other side of that table were the people they had come here to deal with.

The man who sat comfortably on the sofa was a stranger, one none of them had ever seen before.

He had dark skin, long black hair and golden eyes that seemed almost too sharp to be human. There was something exotic about him, nearly forbidden, and even though he wore a friendly smile on his face, there was a trace of malice hiding behind the expression, waiting for the right moment to slip out.