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Chapter 863 A King’s Return (1) · Nov 01, 2026

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851 Chapter 851 Fractured Origin (2) 2026-11-01
852 Chapter 852 Path to Revelation (1) 2026-11-01
853 Chapter 853 Path to Revelation (2) 2026-11-01
854 Chapter 854 The Truth Behind Everything (1) 2026-11-01
855 Chapter 855 The Truth Behind Everything (2) 2026-11-01
856 Chapter 856 The Truth Behind Everything (3) 2026-11-01
857 Chapter 857 The Awakening (1) 2026-11-01
858 Chapter 858 The Awakening (2) 2026-11-01
859 Chapter 859 Grace (1) 2026-11-01
860 Chapter 860 Grace (2) 2026-11-01
861 Chapter 861 Forced Hand (1) 2026-11-01
862 Chapter 862 Forced Hand (2) 2026-11-01
863 Chapter 863 A King’s Return (1) 2026-11-01
864 Chapter 864 A King’s Return (2) 2026-11-01
865 Chapter 865 Path of No Return 2026-11-01
866 Chapter 866 Devoured Hope (1) 2026-11-01
867 Chapter 867 Devoured Hope (2) 2026-11-01
868 Chapter 868 The Demon King’s Desire (1) 2026-11-01
869 Chapter 869 The Demon King’s Desire (2) 2026-11-01
870 Chapter 870 Circle of Eternal Life (1) 2026-11-01
871 Chapter 871: Circle of Eternal Life (2) 2026-11-01
872 Chapter 872: Circle of Eternal Life (3) 2026-11-01
873 Chapter 873: The Final Torch (1) 2026-11-01
874 Chapter 874: The Final Torch (2) 2026-11-01
875 Chapter 875: The End of an Era (1) 2026-11-01
876 Chapter 876: The End of an Era (2) 2026-11-01
877 Chapter 877: The End of an Era (3) 2026-11-01
878 Chapter 878: The End of an Era (4) 2026-11-01
879 Chapter 879: The Labyrinth of Blood 2026-11-01
880 Chapter 880: The Strongest Creation (1) 2026-11-01
881 Chapter 881: The Strongest Creation (2) 2026-11-01
882 Chapter 882: Odin’s Treasury 2026-11-01
883 Chapter 883: World Against World 2026-11-01
884 Chapter 884: Turning the Tables (1) 2026-11-01
885 Chapter 885: Turning the Tables (2) 2026-11-01
886 Chapter 886: Relic of the Past (1) 2026-11-01
887 Chapter 887: Relic of the Past (2) 2026-11-01
888 Chapter 888: Zahara 2026-11-01
889 Chapter 889: Massacre of Iron and Flesh 2026-11-01
890 Chapter 890: Disrespect 2026-11-01
891 Chapter 891: Absolute Hell Demon 2026-11-01
892 Chapter 892: The King Who Ruled Nothing 2026-11-01
893 Chapter 893: Against the Entire World (1) 2026-11-01
894 Chapter 894: Against the Entire World (2) 2026-11-01
895 Chapter 895: The Strongest Demon 2026-11-01
896 Chapter 896: Correction of Fate (1) 2026-11-01
897 Chapter 897: Correction of Fate (2) (End of volume 4) 2026-11-01
898 Chapter 898: Rise of Shadow Sect 2026-11-01
899 Chapter 899: Gift of Life and Death 2026-11-01
900 Chapter 900: Empire Built on Souls (1) 2026-11-01

Chapter 863 A King’s Return (1)

”This is the end… Shadow Sect warrior.”

After standing his ground against one of the strongest demons ...

a bearer of the Hell Duke title at its peak ...

the tide had turned, and Alexander Rybak found himself in a position no one would envy.

Maskith, who had relied solely on aura since the very beginning,

suddenly drew forth an entirely different power ...

a gray energy wrapped in black flickers, crackling like lightning in the dark.

Its presence was faint compared to aura, barely enough to coat his hand ...

and yet, the beam it released was impossibly fast,

accomplishing what none of his previous attacks had ever managed.

The dark gray ray pierced straight through Alexanderʼs chest,

tearing open a grotesque hole that exposed the void behind him.

Alexander slowly passed his hand through the hollow in his own body,

a look of disbelief carved into his face ...

his absolute, indestructible form… violated by a single, trivial strike.

It was a complete shock to the proud warrior of the Shadow Sect.

From afar, Wesker watched in silence, equally shaken.

”What… is that power?”

His eyes remained locked on the fading gray beam, unable to comprehend it.

No matter how closely he observed, no matter how deeply he analyzed ...

not even the Eye of the King could decipher it.

It was a force that existed far beyond his domain.

”You fought well,” Maskith said calmly, stepping forward.

”If this battle had been decided by aura alone…

you would have defeated me without question.”

”But the world is far greater than you imagine, Shadow Sect warrior…

and beings like you see only a fragment of it.”

As the gray energy slowly faded,

Alexander staggered in place, clutching his chest, barely holding himself together.

No blood flowed from his wound ...

his body was forged from that same dark substance that once consumed Frey within the tomb.

But the absence of blood did nothing to dull the pain.

He felt everything.

Every ounce of damage. Every fracture of his existence.

Maskith and Wesker closed in, intent on delivering the final blow,

while Alexander struggled to remain conscious, caught completely off guard.

He had lost.

He understood that much.

He had lost the moment Maskith broke through his defense ...

the moment that fatal strike landed.

That gray energy…

it had felt like death itself—erasing everything in its path.

With great effort, Alexander lifted his head, staring at his enemies ...

before slowly turning his gaze toward the distant tomb behind him.

The place where his king slept.

His blue eyes ignited with a roaring flame,

his teeth grinding against each other as he forced himself to breathe.

With trembling resolve, he removed his hands from his chest ...

revealing the gaping hole without hesitation ... and clenched his fists once more.

Ready to fight.

The sight alone stunned both Maskith and Wesker.

”You still intend to fight… even now?” Maskith asked coldly.

With a wave of his staff, he unleashed a surge of dark aura,

while Wesker followed with a flood of shadows,

engulfing Alexander within a suffocating black storm.

Maskith no longer used Aether ...

the battle, in his mind, was already decided.

”Finish him, Wesker,” he said, his gaze shifting toward the distant tomb.

”Iʼll take care of what lies beyond.”

His body flared with energy as he prepared to move ...

But he froze.

A crushing wave of aura slammed into him, halting him mid-motion.

Turning sharply, his expression darkened as he witnessed

an explosive eruption of power that shattered both his and Weskerʼs forces.

Alexander Rybak had broken free.

His body was engulfed in roaring blue flames,

his entire being consumed by a feral, unrestrained aura.

With a monstrous roar, he unleashed his presence ...

a pressure that spread across dozens of miles in an instant.

”Youʼre not going anywhere… none of you are!!!”

His scream tore through the battlefield,

his metallic skin cracking under the overwhelming strain.

This… was his last stand.

The final defiance of a warrior willing to give everything ...

his life, his body, his very existence ...

just to delay them.

Even for a second.

Even for a single breath.

If he could stop them for that long…

he would accept death without hesitation.

It should have been a pitiful sight.

But neither Maskith nor Wesker felt pity.

Only dread.

Alexanderʼs aura exploded outward,

compressing into a suffocating pressure that locked them both in place.

They could not move.

He could not attack ...

all he could do was hold them there… just a little longer.

And yet, standing at the edge of death,

his final act managed to restrain two monsters ...

one at the peak of SSS, and another at its fifth stage.

Under that crushing force… Maskith laughed.

”Incredible, warrior… truly incredible.”

With great effort, he brought his arms together, resisting the pressure.

”Is this sheer will alone…?

Or something far deeper?”

Slowly, he began to draw upon that forbidden power once more ...

Aether forming in his grasp as he fought against Alexanderʼs overwhelming aura.

”Such loyalty… worthy of respect.”

His voice grew colder.

”Allow me to honor it… by ending you with my strongest attack.”

The old man steadied himself,

forcing out the unstable negative energy once more ...

a power that was destructive even to him.

And yet…

He chose to use it.

As a final tribute to the warrior before him.

The gray, dark energy flared violently between Maskithʼs hands ...

then shot forward at terrifying speed, tearing through the air toward Alexander.

Aether carved its path straight through Alexanderʼs crushing aura pressure,

dispersing it completely with absurd ease… until it reached him at last.

This time, Maskith aimed for the head—intent on ending everything in a single strike.

For a fleeting moment, both he and Wesker saw it ...

the vision of the Shadow Sect warriorʼs head erased from existence.

In their minds… he was already dead.

But reality… told a different story.

At the final instant, a second gray beam erupted from nothingness ...

identical in nature to Maskithʼs own ... and collided with it before it could land.

The two forces devoured each other, vanishing in a deafening explosion.

Maskithʼs eyes nearly burst from their sockets at the sight ...

his own power… reflected back at him.

Weskerʼs expression darkened as he realized ... someone else had entered the battlefield.

Maskithʼs veins throbbed, his eyes burning red with intensity.

Wesker instinctively took a step back.

The reason was simple ...

a masked man now stood between them and Alexander… having appeared from nothing.

ʼWhat the hell is happening…?ʼ

The demon could not comprehend it.

He felt nothing. Not even a trace of aura.

He could see him ... but the Eye of the King could not perceive him.

No information. No reading. Nothing at all.

Because it could no longer understand what it was looking at.

Floating in the air, Frey had finally entered the battlefield ...

catching Alexander Rybakʼs broken body, preventing him from falling.

Alexander stared at his king, his once blazing eyes now dimmed and weakened—

yet filled with undeniable relief upon seeing him.

”My lord… I—”

”Donʼt speak. Say nothing, Alexander… youʼve done more than enough.”

Freyʼs eyes reflected calm… and a warmth Alexander felt clearly.

Placing his hand over the massive wound in Alexanderʼs chest,

a faint smile formed beneath the mask.

”I wonʼt accept the loss of a great warrior… and a valued friend.

So donʼt die, Alexander. Live… and fight beside me.”

With a single motion, a gray energy surged from Freyʼs hand ...

but unlike Maskithʼs, this one pulsed with a crimson glow… alive.

Maskith stared at it, his expression shifting in ways it never had before.

”Positive energy…”

A power far beyond what servants could ever wield…

had appeared before his very eyes.

In one effortless act, Frey filled the hollow in Alexanderʼs chest ...

reconstructing his body within seconds, restoring him to near perfection.

Life returned to Alexanderʼs eyes instantly—

even he was stunned, unable to grasp what had just occurred.

Once the healing was complete, Frey rested a hand on his shoulder,

patting him gently before issuing a quiet command.

”Fall back. Iʼll take it from here.”

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