This Lord is Very Scientific

Chapter 958 890: Grand Marshal Azanen!

The formidable power of rules was filled with an awkward sensation.It seemed to originate from Horus's fundamental rules.

Yet regardless of the rules, at this moment, Fulon had broken through a hole in the impenetrable web.

"Hmm?"

An unmistakable light hum echoed from a certain place deep within Horus, a touch of suspicion apparent.

The puppet master!

Simultaneously, another will manifested again.

"This is... the Star Realm..."

A rich and magnetic voice resounded.

As the voice rose, Li Guan Mobai instantly reacted in the distance.

"This voice..." Li Guan Mobai was locked in battle with a powerful twenty-fifth level star quintessence.

Hearing this voice now, Li Guan Mobai felt a stirring in his heart.

"Boom!!!"

The star quintessence's body slammed into Li Guan Mobai, but he remained indifferent.

He gazed into the depths of the Star Realm, seemingly witnessing a mighty figure standing upright.

"An unfathomable presence, you have awakened my final will," the robust figure sighed.

At this moment, the Soul Fairy King suddenly cried out, "This... isn't that damned Azanen from the Human Race?!"

In the distance, the Sun God narrowed his eyes, said nothing, transformed into a Phoenix, and immediately fled from the battlefield, abandoning his original opponent, sprinting toward afar.

Beings from ancient times like the Prince of Stars, Ice Crystal Giant Deer, all responded to the voice.

This figure was indeed a Dominator Level existence across ancient Naseng... Grand Marshal Azanen!

Yet Grand Marshal Azanen paid no heed to these "old friends," instead, his gaze shifted toward three places.

The first gaze fell upon Lin Ke.

"My bloodline... I never married anyone in my lifetime, little did I imagine Andrew would succeed, and now it continues on..." Unintentionally, Azanen disclosed a shocking secret.

That Azanen Clan was not founded by him with anyone but was artificially cultivated by Andrew in some form.

This secret was likely known only to Azanen and Andrew, not even Azanen's son at the time knew.

Azanen showed admiration on his face, "Very good, you have potential."

Lin Ke remained grieved over Fulon's passing, not overly excited upon seeing his ancestor.

Azanen seemed aware of the events beforehand, didn't say much, simply smiled, "Since you're considered my bloodline, let me grant your son a blessing."

With those words, without any action, Azanen shifted his gaze toward the second person.

Li Guan Mobai.

"Grand Marshal..."

Tears streamed from Li Guan Mobai's eyes, yet the power of rules in his hands suddenly surged, crushing the star quintessence.

"Little Grus, you always were a crybaby." Azanen nodded at Li Guan Mobai with laughter.

Li Guan Mobai cried even more profoundly, then with a surge of energy, astonishingly broke through to level twenty-six on the spot!

"My time is limited, I won't dwell on old times." Azanen shook his head with a smile, his voice resolute and powerful.

Many wondered about Azanen's state of existence, but now wasn't the time for queries.

As long as ancient beings of level twenty-five and above heard of or knew Azanen's renown.

Figures like Sun God, Prince of Stars were well aware of Grand Marshal Azanen's terror.

As for the more knowledgeable, like the eight Grand Dukes, René Descartes, and Flogel, they recognized what "Azanen" meant.

In the Mythical Era, leading the Human Race to become a nation, alongside Gula I, Andrew, creating the dawn of the Human Race era.

Ultimately sacrificing himself and his family, boiling the bloodline of the entire Human Race, enabling their survival.

While such a being was indeed powerful, could he possibly be so strong as to directly escape the control of Horus's puppet master?

It should be known, Insomnia Emperor and others had delved into the depths for a long time now, not returning in ages, some legends even prepared to flee.

Now, even with the puppet master emerging, Insomnia Emperor and others seemed utterly lost, this was deeply unsettling.

Could the puppet master really be so powerful?

Yet in that instance, Grand Marshal Azanen cast his gaze to the distance: "Outstanding descendants, you're mightier than Gula I, but please don't let 'greatness' blind your eyes, return..."

Azanen merely spoke calmly, yet it instantly resonated across the boundless battlefield of the Star Realm.

Under such circumstances, countless individuals eventually saw a profound, void, and utterly dark "hole."

Or put differently, a "nonexistence."

There, no turbulent streams of the Star Realm existed, no light or darkness, no rules or laws, no matter or energy...

Everything, everything, did not exist.

The "hole" was not circular, even concepts like "shape" were nonexistent.

And as Azanen finished speaking, his body instantly collapsed, all within a moment.

Yet Azanen's collapse triggered an astonished cry from a trapezoidal shape in front of that "hole":

"Fulon's maternal love, Azanen's will... Is this Nasheng?"

The puppet master's words were in authentic Naseng common tongue.

And at this moment,

"Love you, mom, see you tomorrow..." Lin Ke murmured, striving to say this softly as possible.

He then cast his gaze to the puppet master's location.

All sadness, surprise, regret... compressed deeply within his heart.

Simultaneously, around him appeared dense mathematical formulas, numbers, symbols, stretching thousands of miles, as if writing derivations on the turbulent streams of the Star Realm.

Mathematical skills!

The appearance of these skills swiftly cleared nearly all of Lin Ke's emotions.

Leaving only the purest reason!

Then, countless means of research, decoding, detection, observation were instantly employed.

For Lin Ke at this level, the smallest knowledge once known could instantly transform into skills.

These skills were used all for one purpose.

To uncover the essence of this puppet master!

However, the application of Lin Ke's skills couldn't penetrate certain layers of bizarre and powerful barriers.

René Descartes and others seized the opportunity, employing various means to probe, control and attack the puppet master.

But that barrier seemed to isolate the existence of all rules and laws, nothing could reach there.

"How can this be?" Flogel couldn't believe it but his tone brimmed with excitement: "Nonexistence? What does 'nonexistence' mean?"

René Descartes wore a lazy expression: "If I can't see it, it doesn't exist, fool."

Flogel shot him a glance: "You lunatic."

Yet, regardless of how relaxed these two were, the essence didn't change.

No one knew what kind of existence that puppet master was.

As everyone reached a stalemate, three torrents of destiny fiercely crashed toward Lin Ke.