Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

After crossing half the world in just half a day, the United Liberation Army finally caught a glimpse of the Great War.

Die!

Kill!

The war cries, the clash of weapons, and the roaring elemental energies howled through the air, reaching their ears and igniting their excitement for a grand battle.

The Primals' eyes gleamed at the sight of the massive scale of the conflict. Billions of warriors fought for supremacy, and it seemed the Liberation Army had arrived at the perfect time, just as the battle reached its peak.

The Demon Lords, including the Seven Primordial Ones, as well as the Hero Emperor, the Holy Seven Elemental Heroes, and the Dragon Emperor, were nowhere to be seen.

But Aengus could see them. They were high above, at the far end of the top sky, engaged in an intense clash. Hundreds of High Transcendentals and Demon Lords fought relentlessly, their strength pushing them to the brink, their seven orifices bleeding from the sheer intensity of the battle.

Amidst the chaos of battle, the United Liberation Empire's war fleet descended onto the battlefield with a grand entrance, accompanied by the thunderous sound of war horns that rumbled the earth and shook the sky.

Instantly, all eyes were drawn to the new arrivals—demons, humans, and dragons alike turned their attention to the imposing warships and their banners bearing the emblem of the United Liberation Empire.

Whispers and murmurs spread across the battlefield as soldiers and commanders alike tried to make sense of this unexpected development.

"Finally! Reinforcements for the humanity's side. We're so outnumbered!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Yes! It's about time the rest of the human world joined the fight!"

"Ha, Idiots, look closer! They don't look like humans—or demons. They're something else. They're from the Liberation Empire. Their intentions are unclear."

"Ah, You're right. But what does the Liberation Army want now? Could they really be planning to wage war against both sides? That would be sheer madness!"

The battlefield was momentarily frozen in a mix of awe, confusion, and tension as the United Liberation Army's intentions remained a mystery, but no to all present.

The Seven Primordials exchanged uneasy glances from their vantage point in the heavens. They had not anticipated the Heir of Ruination to intervene so early. Yet, despite their heightened senses, they couldn't locate him. What did he even look like now?

The Holy Elemental Heroes, Dragon Kings, the Two Emperors, and the rest of the Demon Lords and Transcendentals—all paused in their battles, sensing the sudden silence that spread across the battlefield. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to herald an even greater storm brewing on the horizon.

All eyes were fixed on the United Liberation Army, their warships and banners standing tall amidst the chaos. The anticipation of a certain someone's arrival grew with each passing second.

Finally, the figure emerged, stepping into view as though answering the world's collective call.

A young man stood at the forefront, exuding an aura that was both serene and terrifying. His exceptional handsomeness was rivaled only by the depth of his eyes, dark as the endless void. Black robes billowed around him in the wind, and a divine weapon rested at his waist, radiating latent power.

Though his expression remained calm, the sheer authority he emanated was undeniable, sending ripples through the battlefield. The billion-strong United Liberation Army immediately lowered their heads in worship, their devotion unwavering.

He was Aengus Degaro, the Emperor of the United Liberation Empire, the Lord of Ruination, the Rebel Emperor—a man whose many titles carried the weight of his extraordinary legacy.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the distant figure of Aengus Degaro. He muttered, his voice tinged with both indignation and fear, "He is the one. I can feel it. That damn Demon Lord of Ruination... he's the true Heir of Ruination."

The mere thought sent shivers through him, the memory of the Void Entity's overwhelming presence still vivid and haunting in his mind.

Asmodeus, standing nearby, clenched his fists, his tone grave. "That means he fooled everyone. Every single one of us."

"How Cunning..."

Leviathan frowned, his confusion evident as he pointed toward the United Liberation Army. "And what's with those people? What race are they supposed to be?"

Belphegor, sharp and calculating as ever, observed the strange traits of the soldiers. "They appear to be a hybrid—a combination of humans and demons. Perhaps a new race?"

"A new race? How is that even possible?" Leviathan questioned, his skepticism clear.

Belphegor shrugged lazily, "Tsk, to a God—or someone close to that level—it shouldn't be that hard."

The Seven Primordials fell silent, the realization settling in.

But it wasn't just them—the higher ranks of the human faction were the most dumbfounded by the fearful ramblings of the Primordials, which reached their ears.

Saintess Lumenaria, Elyon, the old Archbishop, the Seven Elemental Heroes, the Dragon King, and the two Emperors—all standing regally—had their composure shattered by the Primordials' revelation.

"He is a God?" Hero of Lightning Zillion said, trembling.

"If the Seven Primordial Ones are right, he is," the Archbishop replied, his tone solemn.

"Why haven't our Gods informed us about this yet, Lumenaria?" the Hero Emperor frowned, his dazzling golden holy armor shining brightly under the sun.

"That... that I don't know," Saintess Lumenaria stuttered.

"Well, well, this is not what I expected," the Dragon Emperor muttered calmly, though there was a hint of panic in his voice.

The repeated failures of his plans to conquer the world had already frustrated him enough, and now this made things worse. He didn't have a backup plan, and their Dragon God and Phoenix Goddess had long since perished.

This put him in the toughest situation, despite being one of the strongest here.

Their conversations came to a halt as Aengus opened his mouth, his voice resonating with the authority of someone who seemed to be the sole controller of the battlefield.

Aengus raised his God-Slayer Sword and declared,

"As the Emperor of the Liberation Empire, I require only one thing: your submission. I will liberate you all from your current rulers. Be obedient and surrender. Otherwise, death awaits you, just like your rulers.

THERE WILL BE JUST ONE ORDER FROM HENCEFORTH—THE ORDER OF RUINATION!"