บท 1610: Peak Of The Alliance

The top brass of Nexus arrived at the main palace at the heart of the empire.

Aphosis, Aridam and Equilius—the child, the youth and the elder—sat across an arched white table in large seats, all built from capturing starlight.

Sitting near them in a smaller throne was a middle-aged man in green robe, red vertical pupils and a forked tongue that spit out every few minutes.

Ophion, the Snake of Chaos, tilted his head to glance at Equilius with a teasing gaze.

The old man narrowed his eyes and snorted.

"What's the matter?" Aridam asked with an intrigued expression. His eyes glowed with killing intent and a smile drew across his lips. "Did anyone disobey? Slaughtering a few million to discipline a couple billion is a perfect way to pass some time."