Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

"True Emperor will be victorious!"

"Long live Emperor Zytherion! Long live Kievan Empire!"

The fanatical crowd erupted into thunderous cheers, their voices drowning out those who still supported the current regime. The Imperial Colosseum trembled under their excitement.

On the battlefield, Aengus and Vansing both raised their weapons, their bodies tensed, ready to strike at any moment.

But then—

"HAHAHAHA!"

A sudden, maniacal laughter echoed from the sky.

"Who are they?!"

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Descending from the heavens, three old men with ancient, unfathomable auras hovered in mid-air, their faces filled with amusement.

Morgana and the other eight Nebula Dominators instinctively raised their gazes, their minds racing as they assessed the new arrivals.

For a split second—They were distracted.

And that was enough to decide everything.

"Buzzz!"

A sharp, annihilative sound crackled through the air.

"Blurgh!"

Morgana's head snapped back toward her side, instantly her eyes widened in disbelief.

Head Law Enforcer Lars spat blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

A black-and-white spear had pierced straight through his chest, its ominous black spearhead devouring his very essence like a void of destruction.

The wielder of that spear?

The same young man who had been standing in the arena, facing Emperor Vansing just moments ago—Aengus.

His aura surged violently, his level skyrocketing to 5300.

With a devilish smirk, he yanked the spear out, letting Lars' lifeless husk crumble into ashes.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Morgana's furious scream ripped through the air.

Her Darkness Law exploded to its maximum output, her overwhelming rage mirrored by the seven other Nebula Dominators beside her.

Their combined Law Manifestation shook the very fabric of reality.

The sky twisted. Space cracked. Annihilative multicolored energies surged with 100% mastery, converging into a single, devastating strike aimed at Aengus.

A moment later—

BOOM!

A blinding explosion erupted, its force strong enough to vaporize anything in its path.

Silence followed.

Then screams of confusion and fear.

"What's happening?"

"Why did the True Emperor attack Ex-Empress Fiona?"

"Is he dead?"

"No, look! He hasn't even moved a muscle since!"

"Huh?! Yes That's true! But how is this possible? Two figures exactly alike? Is there some kind of Law that can do that?"

Morgana and the other Nebula Dominators, who had just been celebrating what they thought was Aengus' death, suddenly froze.

A creeping sense of dread slithered into their hearts.

"What are they talking about? Didn't we just kill that brat?!"

Their eyes darted toward the center of the colosseum.

And what they saw made their blood run cold.

There he stood. Completely unharmed.

His presence remained unchanged, his eyes carrying a cold finality.

Then he spoke—

"Kill everyone!"

His voice was calm, yet absolute.

And the moment his words echoed across the colosseum Chaos erupted.

From the audience seats, Aengus' hidden subordinates suddenly sprang into action.

Like reapers, they descended upon the Law Enforcers, slaughtering them with merciless precision.

The colosseum, once filled with deafening cheers, was now drowned in screams and bloodshed.

The three ancient figures stood ahead of Aengus, their eyes gleaming with a mix of surprise and appreciation as they observed the young man.

He was brave, decisive, and mysteriously powerful—a rare talent unlike any they had seen before.

Behind them, the five Protectors stepped forward, their expressions warm as they greeted the elders.

"Haha… Welcome, old friends Elmer, Spark, Gimbel. Hope we didn't disturb your peaceful slumber." Hog laughed heartily, his massive frame exuding confidence.

The three elders snorted.

"Tch… We didn't come for you, bastards," Gimbel scoffed, stroking his long gray beard. "Thought we'd do one last favor for this domain. Maybe then, we might gain some enlightenment."

Elmer, the tallest of the three, nodded thoughtfully.

"But heh, looks like we got to see a promising young man because of you." His sharp, ancient gaze fell on Aengus, filled with intrigue.

"Haha… Calling him promising would be an understatement." Spark smirked, his deep voice filled with amusement. "He is capable of killing a Nebula Dominator, even though he is weaker than all of us. But still, it is surprising."

Aengus, ever respectful, stepped forward and gave a half-bow.

"Greetings, Elders! Thank you for coming here to assist us."

The short old man, Gimbel let out a chuckle, gripping the handle of his massive battle-axe.

"Nice to meet you too, Your Highness." His smirk widened. "Though we are not part of the Empire, our descendants are. We are ready to help anytime for your honorable cause."

"Heh heh... You sly old fools… You are already trying to owe a favor to the Emperor. We know what's on your mind." Kirin said, smirking

The three elders chuckled embarrassedly.

"Haha… You must be joking," Spark replied, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Aengus' gaze swept across the battlefield, searching for Bella. He found her fighting alongside Myria, like a bloodthirsty Enchantress in combat.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He never wanted her to join the battle—he wanted her safe as she was pregnant. But her insistence had won out, and she had thrown herself into the fight for his sake.

And so, Aengus always kept an eye on her.

As Morgana and her allies charged toward them, Hog stepped forward and reminded,

"My Emperor, I think it's time."

Aengus nodded firmly, his expression serious.

Raising his sword, he activated his Supreme Law of Space.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Instantly, massive teleportation circles formed above the ordinary spectators in the Grand Imperial Colosseum.

"Huh! Why are we being teleported out?

Gasps of bewilderment and shock filled the air as millions of people vanished in waves of radiant light.

For a moment, confusion reigned—but then, understanding dawned on them.

The True Emperor had acted to protect them, moving them far away from the battlefield.

Had he not done so, they would have been nothing more than cannon fodder, wiped out in the chaos of war.

"Old rats, why have you come to interfere in the competition?" Morgana, still disguised as Fiona, spat in annoyance. Her gaze swept over the three ancient elders, her patience thinning.

Then, she turned to Vansing, her expression a mix of feigned confusion and subtle anger.

"Van, what's going on? Why are you colluding with the enemy?" Her voice was sharp, demanding, still desperately clinging to her act of innocence.