Even though Su Chen viewed Menelaus as a stepping stone, Menelaus himself had already run out of skills to use.

Actually, right now, he was incapable of using even the most basic of techniques.

Because he was about to die.

The price that he and the other two elders had paid to merge together was death.

Permanent, eternal death.

Menelaus’s gaze was strangely calm, a fiery glow reflecting off his face.

He gazed at Su Chen as he said evenly, “So this day ended up coming eventually anyways. Perhaps we should not have existed in the first place. The way we lived was not in accordance with the natural rules of this world, so we were doomed from the beginning. I never would have expected that this would happen on my watch, though. I feel as if I have mistreated the Astrals.”

As he spoke, Menelaus reached out and took the crown off his head, placing it on the ground.

He said, “You may view the Astrals as your enemies, Su Chen, but the Dark Astrals are innocent.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve already promised an old Astral friend of mine to keep them safe,” Su Chen said.

Upon hearing this, Menelaus let out a sigh.

His body seemed like it was...