I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 69: The Armor of Twilight

The Sanctum of Solaris burned under the eclipsed sun.

Lucifer stood on the shattered floor of the Royal War Room. The heavy platinum badge of the Grand Marshal rested on his dark leather tunic.

He ignored the cowering generals and the trembling King Carlos. He turned his eyes toward the massive, broken stained-glass window.

Down in the streets, chaotic, multi-limbed Void Beasts poured out of the jagged purple rifts tearing the sky apart. The screams of the citizens and the desperate clashing of steel echoed up to the highest tower.

Lucifer did not immediately rush down to save them.

He had secured the absolute legal authority of the human kingdoms. He had forced the King’s submission.

Now, he needed to solidify his ultimate defensive asset before he committed his own forces to the slaughter.

He opened his Dimensional Vault.

Lucifer reached into the dark spatial rift and pulled out the small, intricately carved silver communication mirror.

He channeled his Void Arcanist mana, bypassing the standard magical frequencies of the mortal plane, and forced a direct connection into the Umbra.

The mirror rippled. The reflection of the burning capital vanished, replaced by dense, swirling gray fog.

A moment later, the smooth, glowing white porcelain mask of the Broker of the Between appeared in the glass. The shifting black runes etched into its face formed an obsequious, terrified smile.

"Sovereign of Obsidian," the Broker whispered. The thousand overlapping voices sounded strained, echoing through the unstable connection.

"You call from the light. The Umbra is tearing into your world. A glorious, chaotic harvest."

"The harvest is mine," Lucifer stated coldly. "I am calling to complete our transaction."

The Broker’s four skeletal hands twitched nervously in the mirror. "The transaction, my Lord? You purchased the Phantom generator. Your balance...."

"I am not talking about the generator," Lucifer interrupted smoothly. He kept his voice low, a dangerous, resonant hum that vibrated the silver frame of the mirror.

"I am talking about the item you placed on hold."

The shifting runes on the entity’s mask froze.

"The Void-Weave Mythic Set," the Broker gasped. Its thousand voices cracked with sudden, greedy disbelief.

"But Sovereign... the cost is five trillion Soul Tithes. It is the pinnacle of the Restricted Stock.

No mortal has ever gathered that much death energy in a single lifetime."

"I am not a standard mortal," Lucifer corrected it.

He opened his system interface, projecting his Faction Status screen so the Broker could see the numbers.

[Currency Status: Soul Tithes]

[Current Balance: 1,450,000]

The Broker stared at the glowing blue numbers. The runes on its mask twisted into a frown of deep disappointment.

"My Lord," the Broker whispered cautiously. "You are still missing four trillion, nine hundred and ninety-nine billion..."

"I am aware of the math," Lucifer cut in. He did not blink. His void eyes locked onto the merchant.

"I am offering a trade," Lucifer declared.

He did not reach for his gold or his mana crystals. The Broker did not care about mortal wealth. It cared about souls, death, and absolute, raw magical potential.

Lucifer reached down to his belt. He unhooked the heavy silver clasp holding the Heart of the Winter Storm.

The Mythic artifact a flawless, multifaceted sapphire the size of an apple pulsed with ancient, terrifying cold. It was currently acting as the infinite power source for the ten thousand Cryo-Pylons guarding the Citadel.

Lucifer pulled the sapphire out of its secure housing.

[System Warning: Primary Defense Grid Power Source Removed.]

[Status: Citadel of Obsidian Cryo-Pylons operating on backup reserves (Duration: 24 Hours).]

He held the freezing gemstone up to the communication mirror.

"The Heart of a Winter Sovereign," Lucifer said softly. "A Mythic Environmental Catalyst. It contains the infinite, compressed cryogenic mana of an ancient Royal Dragon.

It froze an entire kingdom for a millennium."

The Broker of the Between stopped hovering.

The entity pressed its glowing porcelain mask against the other side of the magical mirror. Its four skeletal hands reached out, ghostly fingers tracing the edges of the sapphire through the glass.

The merchant’s greed could be strongly felt.

"A true primordial anchor," the Broker breathed, its thousand voices dripping with absolute lust. "A flawless elemental core.

The Void hungers for such structure. The Umbra lacks true cold. This... this is a masterpiece of the old world."

"It is worth five trillion Soul Tithes," Lucifer stated flatly. It was not a question. It was a hard appraisal.

The Broker hesitated. It pulled back slightly.

"It is a masterpiece, Warlord," the Broker admitted, the runes on its mask shifting frantically as it calculated the value.

"But the Void-Weave Armor is forged from the dying breath of a universe. It grants absolute spatial mastery. To trade it for a mere elemental core... it is a steep discount."

Lucifer’s expression turned cold and unreadable.

"You will accept the trade, scavenger," Lucifer ordered, his voice dropping into a lethal, resonating growl. "Or I will march my Titans back through that portal, hunt you down, and feed your porcelain mask to my sword. And then I will take the armor off your corpse for free."

The threat of True Damage, backed by someone who had just destroyed a god, was absolute.

The Broker shivered nervously. The greed disappeared instantly, replaced by pure survival instinct.

"The trade is accepted, Sovereign!" the Broker shrieked, bowing its head deeply in the mirror. "The Void-Weave is yours! A flawless exchange! A glorious transaction!"

Lucifer didn’t smile. "Process it."

He pressed the Heart of the Winter Storm directly against the surface of the silver mirror. The glass rippled like water.

The massive sapphire sank seamlessly into the mirror, transferring instantaneously across dimensions into the Broker’s hands.

A moment later, the mirror flared with blinding, bruised-purple light.

A heavy, shifting mass of fabric and dark metal pushed its way out of the glass. Lucifer caught it with his iron gauntlets. It was incredibly heavy, yet paradoxically weightless.

[System: High-Tier Transaction Complete.]

[Item Exchanged: Heart of the Winter Storm (Mythic).]

[Item Acquired: The Armor of Twilight (Void-Weave Mythic Set).]

Lucifer held the armor.

It was stunning. It wasn’t heavy armor or normal chainmail. It was a detailed set of overlapping scales made from dark metal that both absorbed and reflected starlight.

Under the scales was pure Void-Weave, deep black, constantly shifting, and completely resistant to physical attacks.

[Gear Status: The Armor of Twilight]

[Tier: Mythic Set]

[Effect 1: Absolute Spatial Phasing (Grants immunity to physical damage 50% of the time).]

[Effect 2: Void Tether (Allows the wearer to instantly teleport to the bonded Warlord’s location, regardless of distance or dimension).]

[Effect 3: Twilight Wings (Converts celestial flight into Void-accelerated traversal).]

Lucifer stared at the stats. It was exactly what he needed.

He turned away from the mirror and cut the connection. The Broker vanished into the gray fog of the Umbra.

Lucifer walked across the shattered floor of the War Room. He stopped in front of Elara.

The Fallen Valkyrie stood at attention.

Lucifer held the shifting, dark armor out to her.

"Take off the silver," Lucifer commanded softly.

Elara looked at the massive pile of dark metal and Void-Weave in his hands. Her golden eyes widened. She recognized the sheer, incomprehensible power radiating from the Mythic set. It was gear meant for beings far above her current Tier 3 status.

"Lucifer," Elara whispered, her voice tight with awe. She did not reach for it. "That is Mythic gear. The power density... it is absolute. I am a Valkyrie. My core is celestial light. If I wear armor forged of pure Void, the conflicting magic will tear me apart."

"It won’t," Lucifer assured her. He took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "Your soul is bound to mine, Elara. The Void-Weave will recognize my magical signature in your core. It will not reject you. It will evolve you."

He pushed the heavy armor into her hands.

"You are my absolute frontline," Lucifer stated, his eyes locking onto hers with intense, fierce sincerity.

"You took a blow from a god to protect the Oracle. You held me down when the Abyss tried to eat my mind. I am not going into a planar war watching you fight in broken steel."

Elara’s breath hitched. She looked down at the dark, iridescent scales resting in her hands. The armor hummed, resonating perfectly with the dark, corrupted Void energy she had absorbed during her eons in the Abyss, seamlessly blending it with her innate golden light.

It was an intimate, profound gift. It was not a boss drop handed out for stats. It was a Warlord arming his queen.

Elara looked back up at him. Her fierce smile broke across her flawless face.

"I will wear the dark," Elara vowed, her voice ringing with absolute devotion.

She did not hesitate. She unclasped her ruined silver breastplate. The heavy, dented metal clattered loudly to the obsidian floor.

Elara lifted the Armor of Twilight.

The moment the Void-Weave touched her skin, the magic activated. it flowed over her like liquid shadow. It shaped itself perfectly to her body, forming smooth, overlapping scales that shifted between deep black and cosmic purple.

The heavy, celestial silver completely vanished, replaced by an impenetrable shell of dark matter.

The transformation did not stop at her armor.

Elara’s massive, brilliant golden wings flared open.

The Void-Weave magic surged up her spine and flooded into her pinions. The blinding, holy gold light instantly darkened, shifting into a deep, terrifying twilight energy.

Her wings became a flawless blend of celestial fire and absolute Void.

[System: Entity Evolution Triggered!]

[Target: Elara (Fallen Valkyrie)]

[New Class: Eclipse Valkyrie (Tier 4 - Mythic)]

[Status: Absolute Vanguard.]

Elara stood tall in the center of the War Room.

She was no longer a Fallen angel. She was a being of Twilight, an apex warrior bridging the gap between holy light and dark matter.

The sheer magical pressure rolling off her new Tier 4 core caused the remaining stained glass in the windows to crack.

She gripped her celestial spear. The golden light of the blade turned a deep, burning violet.

She looked at Lucifer, her golden eyes flashing with terrifying, newfound power.

"My sword is yours," Elara declared, her voice a resonant, multi-layered chord of celestial and Void magic. "Across all planes. Across all dimensions."

Lucifer nodded. The ultimate vanguard was forged.

He turned away from her and looked toward the shattered window. The screams of the dying capital grew louder.

"The King’s army is broken," Lucifer announced, his voice carrying the crushing weight of the Grand Marshal.

He drew his ruby-red longsword. "The Sanctum of Solaris is bleeding. It is time to show the Abyss what a real invasion looks like."

He walked toward the edge of the shattered window, preparing to drop directly into the burning streets below.

The true war had finally begun.