I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 225: Puny Slaves! II

"Puny! Slaves!"

BOOM!

While roaring, half of the golden clones along with the real High Orc, smashed into Achilles.

And yet…

His body didn't budge.

Not even an inch.

He remained suspended mid-air, as if gravity and impact meant nothing. His skin glowed beneath an invisible veil of starlight. The concentration of stellar essence in his blood, it was something none of them could comprehend.

Not even a Luminblood-stage Astral Core Ascension being, one who had spent decades gathering starlight, could match what Achilles held in his veins.

"Miasma Emission."

He spoke calmly, voice soft against the chaos.

A terrifying purple-green mist seeped out from his body, swirling and expanding like a storm cloud. It engulfed the Illusory Golden Clones, their forms immediately flickering and destabilizing. The radiant gold that had filled them dimmed into sickly hues. The poisonous green mist slithered through the air like sentient smoke.

One by one, they collapsed.

From the Miasma Cloud, the true golden-skinned High Orc emerged, roaring in pain.

It was a gift from Arachnida Lifeform Assimilation.

Just a single invocation, delivered by Achilles, the master of this Sea of Assimilation, caused a scene of horror. The once-impenetrable golden skin of a High Orc peeled away and bubbled with yellowed pus.

"You... who are you?!"

The Astral Core Ascension High Orc bellowed.

Boils bloomed across his arms. His lineage, strong and resilient, struggled to purge the invading miasma. His Luminblood accelerated violently, drawing on the starlight in his blood to fight back.

And still, he demanded to know who Achilles was.

Below, Rose faced six remaining golden clones. She was knocked back briefly, only to retaliate with a furious roar as feathers and flames burst from her form, coalescing into a blazing phoenix. Lava-like heat rippled across the sky.

The temperature was so intense, three of the Illusory Clones combusted and vanished instantly.

Her flames, her will, were unstoppable.

Still, the High Orc could only ask, breathless, "Who are you people?!"

But…

"You haven't seen mighty yet."

Achilles' voice cut through the sky, cold and final. He raised his hand.

And the next moment—

SAA!

The heavens rang as golden and silver light bloomed.

Descending around the Astral Core High Orc came three colossal golden Constructs and three radiant silver ones. Their limbs extended with terrifying precision, surrounding him like an execution squad.

These were none other than the six titanic figures summoned from Ascendant Lunar and Solar Constructs III.

Three Solareth. Three Myxilith.

And they had evolved.

The Solareth Constructs, born from the hearts of suns, towered like radiant war-celestials. Their molten gold bodies pulsed with solar plasma, their armor shimmering like gilded obsidian. Flame-wreathed wings unfurled from their backs, burning arcs that scorched the very air. Their eyes blazed like twin furnaces. Each step was a solar flare, thunderous and unstoppable.

The Myxilith Constructs stood in stark contrast, sculpted from crystallized moonlight, they were ethereal, feminine beings of haunting power. Their silver-white forms shimmered like illusions, their elegance sharp and serene. Luminous veils of moonlight unfurled as wings, soft and fluid as silk, yet razor-edged with hidden lethality. Under their gaze, the battlefield froze.

With terrifying speed, the six Constructs locked into place around the Astral Core Ascension High Orc. Two seized his arms and lifted them. Two more gripped his legs. The last pair anchored his torso and neck.

The being, this brutal High Orc, reinforced by lineage and power, was locked in place.

Frozen in space.

Six titans of gold and silver. Blazing white flame. Solar heat. Lunar chill.

The Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix aura rippled between them.

"OOOH!"

The High Orc roared.

His body surged with shamanic gold light, trying to conjure more illusions, more copies, but the grip of the Constructs was unyielding. No energy escaped. No spell completed.

An Astral Core Ascension High Orc, trapped.

A terrifying sight.

And still, his eyes raged with fury.

Achilles hovered before him, a wonder cloaked in white fire. Beside him, flames and feathers converged once more as Rose reformed, sharp-eyed and blazing.

"Mighty, you said?" Achilles asked, his voice low. "Was this what you felt when you slaughtered humans who couldn't fight back?"

The Orc struggled, limbs straining against the cosmic binds.

His eyes never wavered.

There was no fear, only contempt.

"Why would a king feel mighty crushing ants? That's all they were," he spat. "But you two… I sense it, Ancient Bloodlines. Phoenixes. You're not ants. So why the fuck are you defending them? Why take on their pitiful forms?"

His voice thundered across the ruins.

The chaos below had quieted.

Tens of thousands of Draconic Hybrids now flooded the streets of the Colony City, moving beside Advanced Humans and the glowing Phoenix Legion.

The High Orc could feel it.

His kin… dying.

Faster than he could comprehend.

His gaze trembled.

Still, he sneered.

"I am an Ancestral High Orc! After the Long Slumber, I was promised throngs of humans to enslave! Their destinies belong to me! You can't—!"

BOOOM!

His voice was cut off.

From gaps in the sky, thick purple-gold chains descended like celestial judgment, piercing through his limbs and torso like spears.

Chains.

Aeonic Chains.

Planetary Chains IV, to be exact, unleashed with profound authority.

And for the first time, the High Orc's eyes widened with true fear.

He remembered these.

He had broken free from them once, when the Long Slumber ended.

So why... why were they back?

"Nothing will be promised to you."

Rose's voice was ice. She stood above, looking down on the broken colony. Then she turned to Achilles.

She met his eyes.

She saw Seraphelle and the Dharma Kings of the Phoenix Legion staring upward in awe and disbelief, watching two beings bind an Astral Core Ascension High Orc like it was nothing.

The Aeonic Chains trembled.

Even Seraphelle and the Phoenixes flinched, memories of their own slumber crawling up their spines.

Dr. Shaw stood behind them, eyes wide.

Everyone watched.

Rose's voice rang out, calm and sharp.

"My King. May I roast this beast and show him the pain he gave to others?"

…!

My King.

She said it with purpose.

Because she meant it.

This was her beginning. Her declaration.

Achilles, her Little Fatty, would be seen as a true King as he would defend others so that massacres like this did not happen freely. She would start it. Others would follow.

Achilles held her gaze.

He understood what she aas trying to do.

And he nodded.

Rose turned, green flames swirling around her fingers. The High Orc trembled now, roaring as the chains pulled tighter, locking deeper.

More and more Planetary Chains IV pierced his body, until he was crucified in the sky, silent, bound, beaten.

And Rose?

She gazed coldly as she raised her hand, flames burning furiously as she moved!