Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher!

Chapter 138: overwhelming strength

# Chapter: The Gate Beneath the Kingdom

The creature was not trying to escape.

It was trying to let something in.

Amon moved.

The corridor exploded behind him as he accelerated toward the lower levels.

Theron followed with the Royal Guard commander, but neither could maintain the same speed.

Amon did not care.

The system continued updating.

[Gate opening progress: 13%.]

[15%.]

[17%.]

Too fast.

He reached the first underground checkpoint.

The reinforced doors were open.

Two guards lay outside.

Alive.

Unconscious.

Amon crouched beside the nearest.

No wounds.

Black residue covered the man’s temple.

The foreign entity had passed through here.

He continued.

The next level was worse.

Formation lines across the walls had been erased.

Not broken.

Erased.

Entire sections of carefully constructed defensive arrays had simply ceased to exist.

Theron finally caught up.

He stopped when he saw the damage.

"That’s impossible."

Amon glanced at him.

"You say that often."

Theron ignored the comment.

He touched one of the blank sections.

"There were six defensive arrays here."

"Not anymore."

"No."

Theron’s face tightened.

"They weren’t destroyed."

Amon already knew.

The formation master looked toward him.

"They were removed from the formation structure itself."

Amon’s eyes narrowed.

"Can you restore them?"

"Not quickly."

"Then they’re irrelevant."

Amon continued downward.

[Gate opening progress: 21%.]

A deep vibration spread through the palace.

Stone dust fell from the ceiling.

The commander drew his sword.

"How far?"

Theron looked down the spiral passage.

"Another nine levels."

Amon disappeared again.

He crossed three before the next attack came.

A royal guard stepped from a side corridor.

"Amon!"

He stopped.

The man was injured.

Blood covered one side of his armor.

"We found it."

"Found what?"

"The intruder."

Amon’s Danger Sense reacted.

Too late.

The guard smiled.

Black filled his eyes.

Amon cut his head off.

The corpse remained standing.

One hand reached toward Amon’s chest.

He caught the wrist.

"Still using the same trick."

The vessel smiled with its severed head lying on the floor.

Then the entire body exploded.

Black script covered the corridor.

[Foreign binding structure detected.]

Amon activated Suppression.

The symbols froze.

Theron and the commander arrived just as Amon crushed the vessel anchor.

The body collapsed.

Theron stared at it.

"That was one of ours."

"Not anymore."

Amon looked ahead.

"Check everyone before they approach."

The commander nodded.

Amon continued.

The next four levels contained more bodies.

Some were guards.

Some servants.

Two were formation workers assigned to the lower chambers.

Every one possessed black eyes.

Every one attacked.

Amon killed them without slowing.

Their anchors became easier to find.

Chest.

Spine.

Skull.

Abdomen.

The foreign entity was becoming careless.

Or desperate.

[Gate opening progress: 29%.]

Amon reached the final sealed descent.

A circular door blocked the passage.

More than twenty formation layers covered it.

Theron arrived seconds later.

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