"If so, allow me to make a move. If even a single of you managed to survive, I'll kill myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, an arcane oath contract manifested and burned up, sealing his oath.
Almond stretched his hand forward before darker colored streams and sparks of gold, silver, black, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, and as they whirled, his veil that was streaming with all the energy of enemies he had severed and gathered infused.
Instantly, a heavy sword stretching 100 meters long and 10 meters wide manifested his hand, at the core of which was his Regalon Weapon—Loneveril.
However, the reaction of all the hundred Supreme Emperors facing him puzzled many as their expressions turned ugly.
'What the fuck did he just say?!'
'Fuck this shit! We won't even die because of this arena, and even if it wasn't for that, our main bodies are in the third layer, and we are merely controlling them like puppets. He is not going to kill us, goddamn it!'
