Glassing was the process of releasing a particular type of spell that targeted only organic beings killing them instantly. It was mainly used when there was a need to genocide some population that refused to surrender, as I wasn’t keen on methods like brainwashing or something similar. It could always be broken, and if you aren’t with us, you are against it. And those who are enemies have only one fate… death.
In my first life, in the Immaterius Universe, the weapons I designed for Solar Federation have killed billions, or even more. That was the nature of life, the strong ruled, and the weak died.
“Send a message to Commissariat to dispatch several Commissar Commanders under one Lord Commissar and inform Execution Temple to dispatch Lord Executioner with a squad of Master Executioners. I want that territory to be clean of any life that is enemy within three days.”
I stated as Lord General Behemoth nodded and left.
Grim Reapers that surrendered here and pledged their undying loyalty under the Soul-Geass to Baator were granted citizenship of Baator with the same rights as any other citizen. They were more inclined to surrender when they saw the might of Baator and its powerhouses, while Soul-Geass would make sure of their loyalty and their descendants.
Apparently, subjects of the Egyptian Pantheon were more loyal to their gods. Something I applauded for, but it won’t stop me from killing them till the last soul. The life of even a single citizen of Baator was far more important than the lives of hundreds of millions that weren’t. It May sound cruel, but those who served me loyally could always count on me for their protection.
While among people and species that created Baator was harmony and practically no discrimination, the same cannot be said about outsiders. In Baator, there was the one saying, “If you are not with us, you are against us.”
As simple as that.
“When will you absorb those Divine Sparks and Divine Souls?”
I asked Hela, who was sipping on her tea.
“When we return home. With all of this, I would have a good chance to enter Mighty Stage, so I will only do that under the protection of Custodes, to be sure.”
There were extremely strict rules about protection and similar things when it came to high-ranking officials, Nobles, or Imperial Clan.
For example, every member of the Imperial Clan who was to undergo any ritual to increase his Class or similar, need to do it in the Imperial Palace – Sanctus Imperialis, under the protection of an entire squad of Custodes with its Tribune in the lead and several high-ranking Executioners as hidden guards.
I have already absorbed the part of the Command Sequence Hades had; it was a piece of cake, and now I have 50%. With Osiris, I would have 75%, meaning I can obtain the remaining one from Izanami rather easily; I only need to touch her and strip her of her part by overpowering her part with mine parts. Then I will banish her and her people from the Underworld.
This would lead to no war between our factions, as Izanami didn’t have a good relationship with other gods of Takamagahara, and I don’t want to wage war with them. They were different breeds of gods, in their war-like mindset, somewhat similar to Hindu Pantheon.
“Good then. We will return to the Anor Londo then.”
I said as I ordered my Battleship to depart for the Imperial Capital Anor Londo. When we arrived back, around half an hour later, another Battleship entered the perimeter of Anor Londo that contained Sirzechs with his captive and Vena.
“Where is Fia?”
I asked Sirzechs as he came to give me sealed Osiris.
“Aunt Grayfia remained there with Hilda to help her out with rooting our remains of Osiris’s forces.”
He answered shortly after as I nodded.
“I heard from Lord General Behemoth that you nearly died, but in the end, you have managed to end him. I am proud.”
I patted his shoulder as I took Osiris and extracted from his part of the Command Sequence.
“Thank you, father. I will take this one to Aunt Hela so she can extract his Divine Spark and Divine Soul.”
He said as he left to deliver Osiris, who was still alive, so she could kill him and take his Divine Spark and Divine Soul for her to absorb. I would send Sirzechs to take him to Azrael, but Azrael was very close to reaching the next stage and evolving from what he told me.
Just he was doing something to modify his body, to follow Arcanist System combined with Angel Evolutionary One. I went to my lab to do some experiments with new Arcanotech for new upgrades for Mechs, as I devised a new type of weapon for them that would increase their combat prowess.
As I was working on my new weaponry for Mechs, suddenly, my Tarot Devil Card started vibrating. I took it out, and soon holographic projections were created showing a familiar face of one member of the Longinus Dreizhen Orden, Kaziklu Bey, Adolf K. Weismann.
“Kaziklu Bey.”
“Samiel Zentaur.”
We greeted each other.
“Why are you calling me in this hour?”
I asked, genuinely interested why he would call me.
“I have some information for you; consider it as goodwill.”
Said he with a silly smile. From what I have read about Weismann, he is a certain sense, was a somehow naive person who would often help others if needed, and it won’t endanger him or his family.
“These are Planar Coordinates for a certain Plane that is located in the outskirts of the Astral Boundary and happens to be in the Dimensional Gap. If you go there, I can say that your breakthrough to the Apocalypse-Class would come much sooner.”
Said Kaziklu Bey as he gave me Planar Coordinates.
“May I ask why you are helping me like this? I thought higher existences like yourself didn’t bother to help weaker ones.”
