Without a word, the Kree soldiers charged one after another, determined to overwhelm Kurogai through sheer numbers.
"Honestly, I'd love to take my time with you all," Kurogai muttered with a smirk, "but clearly, that's not going to work here. You'd better just collapse now."
He didn't draw his scythe this time. Instead, his eyes turned crimson, glowing with ominous intensity. The sigil of the Geass appeared in his pupils—its activation instant.
This wasn't like the last skirmish. The difference in scale was massive. Earlier, Kurogai faced a few hundred soldiers. Now, nearly ten thousand Kree surrounded him. There was no way brute strength alone could handle this. He had to use more efficient methods.
The front-line Kree soldiers fell under the influence of Kurogai's Geass, their minds seized in an instant. They turned abruptly, weapons raised—not at him—but at their own comrades behind them, who remained unaffected.
"Hunt the unaffected."
That was the command. And they obeyed.
Chaos erupted. The mind-controlled soldiers began to strike down their confused allies. In mere moments, a full-scale internal massacre ignited among the Kree forces.
"Damn it! What the hell is going on?! Why are our soldiers attacking each other?"
Onboard the command ship, Korath the Pursuer gritted his teeth, his voice edged with panic. Something was wrong—this disorder had Kurogai's influence all over it. But he still couldn't grasp how it was happening.
"Stop them! Now!" Korath barked, turning to his officers. The priority was clear: get their troops under control—fast.
But down on the battlefield, it was already too late.
The Kree lines collapsed into confusion, soldiers turning on each other, formations breaking apart. Amidst the frenzy, Kurogai calmly retrieved his bloodthirsty scythe.
It was harvesting time.
His movements were swift and deliberate, each swing claiming multiple Kree lives. The controlled chaos around him created a perfect opening—none of his targets could focus, and none could defend themselves.
His Geass remained active, allowing him to dominate the battlefield effortlessly. And with every soul he reaped, he felt it: the pulse of power building inside him. His fourth pupil ring—Rare and most difficult to evolve—was beginning to stir again.
He trembled, not from fear, but from excitement.
The fourth ring had reached a plateau, its last advancement over a year ago. Since then, Kurogai had relentlessly hunted the Kree, desperate to trigger its evolution. Nothing had worked—not even when he'd single-handedly razed an entire Kree colony world.
That campaign earned him the feared title "Kree Hunter"—a name whispered even by the Empire's high command. Yet even that act hadn't pushed his fourth ring forward.
Until now.
The sensation was unmistakable—his fourth ring was nearing saturation again. The sheer amount of Kree bloodshed finally reaching the threshold it demanded.
Kurogai's excitement surged. His strikes became even more ferocious, blood pouring into the scythe with every swing, feeding the energy swirling inside him.
Then, without warning, a colossal beam of energy descended from the sky.
The blast lit up the battlefield, vaporizing Kree soldiers in a flash of brutal white light.
"No! Ronan, what are you doing?! Those are our own men!" Korath shouted into the comms, staring in disbelief as the central command ship—the Dark Aster—unleashed its main cannon.
It was Ronan's ship. Only he could've ordered that kind of strike.
"They're no longer our men," Ronan's voice crackled back, cold and dismissive. "If they've been compromised by the enemy, then they're enemies. I'm eliminating threats, not soldiers."
"You lunatic!" Korath cursed, but the comm line had already been cut off. Furious, he ordered the dropship doors to open. He was heading to the battlefield himself.
When Korath finally arrived on the ground, the devastation was staggering. The entire blast zone had been scorched to ash. The energy beam had flattened the area, eliminating hundreds in an instant.
But at the center of it all—untouched and utterly unfazed—stood a lone figure.
Kurogai.
His tall frame stood against the wind, drenched in blood, but uninjured. His crimson Geass eyes glowed faintly, radiating menace.
He hadn't moved. He hadn't needed to.
He was the storm in the center of the chaos.
And the harvest had only just begun.
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100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter
200 Power Stones = 3 Bonus Chapters.