Chapter 327: The Sovereign’s Mandate
The colossal King Centipede loomed over the ruined plaza, its fifty-meter-long body a terrifying marvel of evolution. Each segment of its exoskeleton was heavily armored in a deep, iridescent purple chitin, a material forged through centuries of ruthless battles in the Third World. Having evolved far beyond the limits of standard small organisms, it had scaled its lethal adaptability to catastrophic proportions, possessing enough highly condensed toxic energy to melt a city block.
"Human, you do know I am a Fusion stage monster! Even this world can’t restrict my powers. Why would I submit to you?" The Centipede asked, staring straight at Mirabella. Its voice did not come from vocal cords, but from the terrifying, high-frequency vibration of its massive mandibles scraping against each other.
To a Fusion stage entity, the dimensional laws of Earth were little more than a mild inconvenience.
"You stupid centipede! If you don’t submit to my Master! You will die right here!! Do you want that?!!!" Vespina yelled, standing behind Mirabella, clearly scared of the Centipede. Her survival instincts were screaming. As a Nine-Star entity, she possessed immense vitality, but she knew perfectly well that the evolutionary gap between her rank and a true Fusion stage apex predator was a chasm that could not be crossed easily.
The Centipede stared at her, its compound eyes dismissing the demoness as mere fodder, and lowered its heavy, multi-eyed gaze at Mirabella, completely ignoring the demon girl.
"You know who is am, right?" Mirabella asked calmly, still caressing Cupcake, not even taking the Centipede as a threat, in fact, nothing can threaten her anymore. The absolute peak of the hierarchy sat comfortably in her bloodlines.
"You’re the last descendant of the great Sun family." The King Centipede answered, its words stunning the demon girl. The name alone carried cosmic weight across multiple dimensional planes.
"Huh?! Master is from the Sun family?!" She yelled in surprise, her red eyes widening as the terrifying puzzle of her Master’s power finally clicked into place.
"Quiet." Mirabella said, shutting up the demoness, and turned to the Centipede:
"You know who I am, but you still want to go against me... Maybe I was wrong, your intellect is low." She said. Her voice was devoid of malice, carrying only the cold, calculating disappointment of a sovereign dealing with a rebellious beast.
The Centipede rose up, its dozens of bladed legs tearing deep trenches into the concrete as it drew itself to its full, towering height, staring down at her:
"I am the King Centipede! A fusion stage monster! I will never recognize a human who isn’t even in the eight stars stage as my Master!" It said, its voice reverberating all over the destroyed building, shattering the remaining glass for miles around with its sheer, oppressive sonic force.