“Is this the level 12 Níemogr queen? She’s terrifying!”

  “We’re screwed! Ygg and its master don’t stand a chance against this thing—her size alone is insane!”

  “Let’s take a minute of silence for this Oliver guy. Hope the queen spares the boss and lets it stay planted in the nest with us…”

  The star tree, sakura sword tree, and other plant deities are scared witless by the sight.

  Back when they were captured, it was mostly level 10 or 11 Níemogrs doing the dirty work. They knew a level 12 lurked in this nest, but they’d never seen it with their own eyes.

  Now, the queen’s grand entrance has them utterly floored.

  They feel a primal, bone-deep fear.

  This queen-level Níemogr isn’t your average beast. If the Níemogr clan is a swarm of ants, she’s the queen ant—and her size and combat power dwarf the gap between a regular ant and its queen!

  While the plant deities tremble, the colossal Níemogr queen finally turns her wrath on Oliver.

  Boom!

  Her dragon-like head snaps open, a maw big enough to swallow planets unleashing a blast of black flame!

  “Taste my dark dragon breath!”

  The queen bellows.

  This black fire isn’t just any flame—it’s the legendary dragon breath, laced with the power of the dark primal rune.

  Back then, Tartarus had also mastered the dark runes. After Oliver defeated him, he gained some insight into the dark runes. However, among the runes Tartarus had mastered, the death runes were predominant, while the dark runes were less prominent. As a result, Oliver couldn’t fully grasp the primordial dark runes.

  The dark primal rune might look similar to Oliver’s death rune at a glance, but they’re entirely different beasts.

  In terms of strength and rarity, though, they’re neck and neck.

  You’ve got to hand it to her—this level 12 Níemogr queen is a force, wielding a primal rune of this caliber.

  Her dark dragon breath engulfs hundreds of thousands—maybe millions—of kilometers of chaotic space in an instant.

  Everything it touches plunges into eternal darkness.

  Some unlucky Níemogrs and Oliver’s soul army minions barely graze the breath and poof—they melt on the spot!

  No, “melt” isn’t right—“evaporate” fits better. When deities melt, they leave chaos energy behind, but anything hit by this dark dragon breath vanishes completely, leaving nothing.

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  “Darkness, devour it all… You damn snake, I smell the curse of my kin on you. This isn’t your first time killing my people—today, your blood pays that debt!”

  The queen’s voice is ice-cold, her hunter’s gaze locked on Oliver like he’s a lamb ripe for the slaughter.

  “You really think you can kill me, Níemogr queen? You’re too full of yourself.”

  Oliver’s tone is just as frigid.

  Dark dragon breath?

  Sure, it’s strong—but my power’s no slouch either!

  Poison!

  Oliver opens his massive jaws and spews a torrent of venom!

  His poison skill’s at +3 now, leagues above regular venom. Even so, it can’t match the dark dragon breath head-on.

  But this venom isn’t just poison!

  The huge venom surge crashes toward the dark dragon breath like a tidal wave, radiating intense auras of death and life.

  Death and rebirth—two opposing forces—somehow strike a balance in this venom, like yin and yang!

  The yin-yang harmony gives it an almost mystical vibe!

  “What the…”

  The Níemogr queen senses something’s off. Her expression hardens, and she blurts out, “The primal runes of life and death?!”

  She spots it instantly: Oliver’s venom packs two primal runes—life and death—each as potent as her dark rune!

  And two together? It’s not just 1+1=2—their combined power blows past their individual strength.

  She doesn’t get a chance to overthink it—Oliver’s venom breath slams into her dark dragon breath.

  Boom!

  A monstrous explosion rocks the chaotic space, loud enough to sound like the universe itself is blowing up—or thousands of volcanoes erupting at once!

  The soundwaves alone ripple out like ocean waves. Some weaker level 6 Níemogrs clutch their heads and collapse in agony just from hearing it.

  That’s just the fallout—and it’s this terrifying? Unreal!

  Everyone’s jaws drop as the explosion rages. Both forces melt away fast, but in the end, the dark dragon breath vanishes completely—while Oliver’s venom breath keeps going.

  It crashes onto the Níemogr queen’s body.

  Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

  The venom, brimming with life-and-death power, corrodes her flesh and blood in seconds. She frantically summons her energy to fight it, but huge chunks of her body keep dissolving like crazy.

  The Níemogr queen lets out a piercing, blood-curdling scream—so shrill and loud it stabs at the souls of every Níemogr and plant deity around.

  But right now, the onlookers are too shocked to care about the pain—disbelief has them in a chokehold!

  “It’s… the level 11 snake winning… No way!”

  The star tree and its crew gape, unable to trust their eyes. That’s a level 12 Níemogr queen!

  Her sheer size—just standing there—scared them stiff.

  And she’s got the dark primal rune, making her stupidly strong.

  Yet this monster’s taking a beating from Oliver!

  “Ygg’s master is this powerful?!”

  The starlight grass’s eyes widen, staring at Oliver with a flicker of awe.

  So badass—an 11 beating a 12 into screaming fits? They wouldn’t have dared dream it!

  No wonder a haughty thing like Ygg became this snake’s servant.

  If Oliver pulls this off today—beats the queen and gets them out—they’d have one hell of a backer!

  Some plant deities start buzzing with excitement.

  They’re starting to believe Oliver can take her down.

  Of course, a few still have doubts.

  She’s not dead yet, after all.

  Sure, she just ate a huge loss—hundreds of thousands of kilometers of her flesh corroded by Oliver’s venom, a brutal hit.

  But what’s coming next is an even fiercer counterattack!

  “Damn snake, I’ve got to take you seriously now—you’ve pissed me off!”

  The Níemogr queen roars, her voice shaking the chaos.

  Her massive body jolts hard, and huge slabs of flesh start peeling off on their own.

  That near-2-million-kilometer frame? It shrinks by half in a flash, down to 1 million kilometers.

  She opens her mouth and spits out a tiny, blurry light sword. The shed flesh surges toward it.

  In a blink, the flesh fuses with the sword, forming a colossal blood blade!

  This thing’s hundreds of thousands of kilometers long—like it could slice the chaos itself—absolutely horrifying!

  “Sacrificing half my body’s flesh to power this S-tier weapon Bloodreaver, the Chaos Cleaver—I’ll kill you with it!”