The Necrotic Armada arrived.

The hundreds of Behemoth Class Warships, shielded by the shimmering Void Shield Formation, cast miles-wide shadows over the pristine, frost-covered mountains that marked the border of the Holy Land of Ice. The air thrummed with the low, terrifying engine noise of the massive ships, a sound that resonated not with wind, but with raw, controlled power.

Arrayed beneath the mountains were the Imperial Forces of the Holy Land. They were well-trained, clad in ice-white armor, and led by several powerful Grand Emperors. They confronted the incoming darkness with disciplined ranks, channeling their innate Ice powers to form towering barriers of crystallized frost and preparing long-range spiritual artillery.

However, discipline was no match for psychological terror. The moment the Imperial soldiers looked up, the sight of the massive Behemoth Warships like steel mountains floating effortlessly in the sky, was profoundly demoralizing. Their faith in the righteousness of their cause faltered before the impossible reality of Vahn's technological might. Their defenses looked like children's toys against the background of the dark, star-metal hulls.

Vahn stood at the bow of the Imperial Dreadnought, flanked by his mother Luminaire and his wives. His figure radiated the cold, uncompromising authority he had claimed in the Spirit Realm. He did not bother with communication scrolls or formal negotiation. He opened his mouth, and his voice, amplified by the Void energy of the Dreadnought, boomed across the entire western flank of the continent.

"Hear me, inhabitants of the Southern Continent!" Vahn's voice was a resonant thunder, laced with the unsettling certainty of cosmic destiny.

"I am Vahn Necrotis. I am the King of this land, and today, I claim a new title for those who would oppose my rule."

Vahn's dark aura pulsed, merging with the golden light of the Dao Eye, creating a halo of overwhelming, dualistic power.

"For today, I am the Void Emperor!"

His declaration was a sentence of annihilation.

"The Holy Land of Ice is tainted by so called righteous beliefs. They steal your resources, sabotage weaker forces, punishes those who oppose their tyrannical rule. For this felony, there is only one judgment: Annihilation!"

"All who oppose my rule must be annihilated and reborn under the banner of the Void Empire! Submit now, or face extinction!"

The declaration caused panic in the Imperial ranks, but the call was answered by a single, determined figure soaring toward the highest, most frigid mountain peak.

the Saintess Of Ice and Purity, Evelina Frostheart.

Evelina landed dramatically on the peak, facing the looming Dreadnought. Her white robes flapped in the wind, and her beautiful, cold features were etched with fierce condemnation. She looked at Vahn, who was once her husband by circumstance, but now her sworn enemy by the decree of fate and the choice of the Gods.

"Vahn!" Evelina's voice, though sharp, was thin against the sheer power of the armada. "You are corrupted by demonic chaos! The Divine has spoken! You must suffer

punishment for consorting with the darkness and the filth of the Nether Realm!"

As she spoke, her figure began to glow with an ethereal, blinding light. She was receiving a momentary infusion of power. She had gained a visible, potent part of the Godly Frost Power, granted directly by her divine masters. Her aura blazed, reaching the peak of the Void Shattering realm, infused with the purity of a divine mandate.

"I am the Apostle of the Goddess Skadi! Yield now, before the judgment of the eternal Ice consumes you!" Evelina screamed, channeling the immense, divine coldness.

Vahn simply looked down at her, disappointment replacing rage. "You disappointed me, Evelina. You are still just a puppet. A pawn of those who view you as chattel. Your foolishness has condemned your people."

Vahn did not summon his warship to confront her. He simply leaped from the bow of the Dreadnought, traversing the vast distance instantly and landing directly opposite Evelina on the narrow, ice-covered mountain peak.

He didn't even need to transform into his Void Dragon Form. He faced the infused Saintess as a man, confident in the absolute supremacy of his controlled power.

Vahn wielded the Nuclear Dragon Sword, now humming with the subdued, ultimate power of the Void.

Whoosh...

Evelina attacked first, unleashing the full force of the Godly Frost Power. A wave of absolute zero energy, potent enough to freeze the very spiritual essence of the world, rushed toward Vahn.

Vahn countered without effort. He didn't block; he manipulated. The Nuclear Dragon Sword moved as if an extension of his ultimate will, causing a devastating, controlled force. He met the Godly Frost with a single, perfectly aimed slash of his blade.

WHOOM!

The clash was conceptual. Vahn's Void-infused Sword Energy simply erased the existence of the Godly Frost, creating a clean, silent line of nothingness where the ice attack had been.

Evelina was stunned. She was fighting not against the laws of cultivation, but against the annulment of those laws. She redoubled her attacks, casting Divine Ice Spears, each one a weapon capable of piercing the defenses of a Void Shattering powerhouse.

Vahn countered each strike with devastating ease. The sheer, focused power in his blade and his movements was overwhelming. He didn't waste an ounce of energy; every parry, every counter, caused devastating collateral damage to the mountain around them. The peak began to crack and fissure under the strain of the ultimate forces.

While Vahn single-handedly occupied the greatest power the Holy Land possessed, the war below had begun.

Vahn issued a single, cold command from the Dreadnought's command deck (relayed telepathically): "Initiate Annihilation Protocol."

The Behemoth Class Warships opened fire.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Hundreds of Grandmaster Magic Cannons erupted. The blasts were not explosions of fire or conventional energy; they were columns of pure, high-density Void and Darkness energy.

The first volley struck the layered ice barriers of the Imperial Army. The barriers evaporated instantly. The second volley struck the ground troops themselves.

The scene was one of total devastation.

Thousands of Imperial soldiers, even powerful Kings and Emperors within the formation, were utterly vaporized, leaving not even dust behind. The power of a single Warship's blast was enough to flatten entire sections of the fortress city far behind the lines.

Panic swept through the Imperial ranks. Their most powerful artillery was useless against the Void Shields, and their strongest leader was being effortlessly countered by the Void Emperor.

The message was brutally clear: The Void Emperor had arrived, and there's no chance of victory for his enemies.

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