"Heheh, there's no need to think about escaping old man, I already have both of you in my sights. Just hand over the White Armament" Klaus spoke In a tempered, yet mocking manner.

The old man had noticed his new found strength. The only natural response to this was for him to run away. He lost to him before when he was a measly A Rank, now that he was S? Well….

"Hmp!! Are you that much of tyrant?" Guilliman asked with a raised eyebrow from the side.

Immediately he said that, Klauses demeanor changed as a gloominess overtook the hall. Klaus didn't like the word tyrant, he hated it especially when it was used to refer to him.

And Guilliman knew that.

"Says the one that imprisons the souls of his comrades" Klaus didn't even look at Guilliman when he spat.

He might be able to maintain a thick skin when talking to the old devil, but not Guilliman. That brat, frustrates him from his mere presence.

"Thane? I barely knew him" Guilliman responded sharply looking at the old man sharply.

Cordiality couldn't exist between the two, and if not for the chain around his neck? Guilliman wouldn't even be here.

"You…" Klaus' gaze finally landed on Guilliman firmly

"Ingrate!! I should have executed you long ago" he said through his gritted teeth.

"Sure, you should have, but it's too late now isn't it?" Guilliman responded with a smirk.

The old devil had presented his solution, and even though Guilliman didn't believe it would work. He went along with it. Now that it was confirmed that Klaus didn't really need the white tempered armament…it was time he did what he was always going to do.

"Too late? Of course not, Franklin….bring me Guillimans head" Klaus smiled evilly then signaled one of his sons.

"Okay" without a second thought Franklins figure moved rushing Guilliman from nowhere.

"Hmp!!" Guilliman responded quickly waving his hand and colliding directly with Franklins fist.

"Boom!!"

A shockwave was immediately felt as Guilliman fell into a battle ready position.

"No hard feelings man, but you'll have to take a beating today" Franklin commented not surprised that Guilliman could take his punch standing.

"Franklin, you'll need three of you to give me a beating. And even then you'll need an extra peer of hands to join in" Guilliman retorted then dropped his entire figure low sending out a punch to Franklins lower body.

The punch this time didn't connect, as Franklin was able to dodge in the last minute before it landed. However the impact from the initial shot was enough to send distrupt his retreat.

"Hmmm, he's close" the Blacksteel lord commented with a bitter smile.

What did he expect? He tossed guilliman into one of the most dangerous Gates he had seen in decades and made him fight all manner of monsters of course he would become strong.

But this strong? He was matching the top talent in the shelter.

Yes, Guilliman had long since passed Red, and now at purple. But even now was matching up against someone at emrald.

It was a clear indication of how monsterous Guilliman had become in the past few years.

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Himself and an emrald ranked fighter were currently duking it out in the middle of the throne room.

"Hmp!! Damon go and help your brother" without an atom of shame in him, Klaus commanded his other son.

"Such a disgraceful act…..35 million credits" Damon's spoke through his mask, an echo resounding from within his metallic shell.

He was massive, akin to the monsters of ironback family and his amour was impenetrable, he was the second son of the blacksteel lord.

"Greedy bastard!!" Klaus cursed but ultimately nodded, these two were given a lot of autonomy. He didn't like to force them to do things they didn't want to, so if Damon had refused he could only leave it there.

"Brace yourself boy!!" Damon announced his presence and blasted at Guilliman from the throne, ripping the air to shreds as he moved. Please read this chapter on its original platform—M|V|L1EMPYR.

Before Guilliman knew it, a massive force came down on him from out of nowhere pushing him into one of the pillars in the room.

"Fuckers!!" he barely had his guard up with this happening so he coughed up some blood when it hit.

He quickly cleaned his mouth from the leak of blood rolling down its corner as he stood up slowly.

"Are you sure you want to gang up on me?" Guilliman asked with a raised brow and a dangerous look on his face.

If he wanted, he could flood this room with ungodly creatures in a matter of seconds and turn this place into a serious battle field.

"We have aspects too kid, we aren't afraid of you" Franklin walked forward calmly whilst cranking his knuckles.

None of them were push overs, in fact….he had been itching to take Guilliman down a few notches for a while before he entered emrald. This was as much of a good time as any.

"Hmm," Guilliman smirked.

They had no idea the extent to which his powers had reached. The comparison was funny enough, but he could see the look on Klauss faces when he said that.

He would definitely intervene if Guilliman went overboard.

"No problem, let's have some fun" Guilliman smiled and summoned a set of golden gutless echoes and smashed them together causing Sparks of fire to ignite.

Seconds later the fight resumed with both of them coordinating their efforts to beat Guilliman into the ground. But dispite how much they fought they couldn't quite put him down.

Bloodied and beaten, Guilliman kept fighting gravely injuring all parties involved.

This was someone capped at purple fighting against two emrald fighters!!

To put into perspective, most of the clan heads of klauses generation were emrald ranked fighters. That was like saying without using his aspect Guilliman could already fight two clan heads to a stand still.

Maybe even defeating them.

That was absurd!!

This kid wasn't even a slayer 3 years ago.

"That's enough!!" The blacksteel lords voice suddenly resounded a gloom on his face.

He didn't expect such an outcome. Guilliman was so close to beating these two? It was frustrating!!