ROOOOOOOOOOOAR—KRA-BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Inside the stripped-bare main hall of the [Fifth-Dimensional Blood-Gold Fortress], the bald, eyebrowless King of Massacre didn’t touch his broken typewriter again.
Having watched the King of Betrayal, the King of Plague. The King of Plunder get their written sentences edited by Gu Changsheng’s [Red-Ink Teacher’s Auto-Correct Pen] and frozen solid into sapphire ice cubes in less than ten minutes. The fourth Script-King knew that typing another line of text was suicide!
“NO MORE WORDS! NO MORE SENTENCES!”
Driven into a corner in his pink bunny-print boxer shorts, the King of Massacre roared with bloodshot eyes. Ignited 99% of his Ten-Million-Year Fifth-Dimensional Author Soul at once, shoving his cracked Golden Fate-Quill #4 (The Quill of War & Slaughter) straight into his own chest!
CRACK-SIZZLE-HUMMMMMM!
Instead of writing a law on parchment, the King of Massacre compressed ten million years of accumulated battlefield slaughter, ten thousand ruined galaxies of bloodlust. The physical indestructible metal of Golden Fate-Quill #4 into a hundred-foot-long, serrated crimson lance: the [Fifth-Dimensional World-Slaying Blood Spear]!
“Try proof-reading THIS with a fountain pen, Gu Changsheng!” the King of Massacre howled. His body fusing into the shaft of the crimson spear as he launched himself across the hall at a thousand times the speed of light!
