Chapter 154: Combining Forces
In the astral world, the bone hands of Salinger had pierced through the heart of Alitsa Tudor. The shrouded hands grabbed the beating heart of the Blood Emperor, crushing it in one swift motion, ending the life of the Blood Emperor, whose dazed eyes dimmed in eternal death.
Alitsa's figure withered as embers of pale flames erupted from the hand, burning through the corpse of the god.
At that moment, Aucuses bellowed. "Don't let Salinger get his hands on the uniqueness of the red priest!"
The gazes of gods from the astral and material worlds shifted towards the withering figure of Tudor.
Time seemed to slow down. Aucuses raised his hand and twisted it. The eternal sun in the centre of the solar system dyed white and disappeared.
Then, it appeared right on top of the withering figure of the Blood Emperor, letting out an inconvincible and scorching light, pulsating with infinite power.
Aucuses didn't hesitate to detonate it. The eternal sun entered the state of supernova while he still raised his hands, gathering all of his remaining power into a white blot of lightning. He shot it at the bone hand. It surged with enough power to destroy multiple star-systems.
At the same time, Herabergan turned, waving his hand. The silver moon that danced with the black sun disappeared. It was teleported directly to the corpse of Alitsa Tudor, emitting an infinite amount of pure moonlight, which seemed to even purify death itself.
Then, as Herabergan spread his hands high, the ominiscent book floated up with his hands. His eyes turned all-white, as a phantom of a white snake biting its own tail emerged behind him.
There was an illusory river with infinite tributaries flowing ethereally under his phantom of the snake of mercury. It was the river of destiny!
Using his authority of Omniscience, Herabergan began to manipulate the probabilities of Salinger's victory. A deep and boundless aura erupted from him.
Surprisingly, Sasrir, the True Creator, didn't intervene or stop Herabergan. He just watched on silently as the all-out attacks of the gods erupted.
From the material world, a beautiful woman ascended, her long hair rising up one by one as it slithered, like a python. Her figure grew in size as she exited the atmosphere, dwarfing the entire Earth in an instant.
Cheek, Primordial Demoness!
Cheek pointed her soft finger at the bone hand and said solemnly. Her authority was unleashed without any resistant.
"End."
In an instant, a cataclysmic aura erupted and shrouded the bone hand. Whatever the aura touched and graced was disintegrated into oblivion.
Reality. Space. Matter. Everything fell into the arms of annihilation, fading into obscurity of the end, chaos before creation.
Meanwhile, in the corner of the astral world, from the floating continent, Artisan, God of Steam and Machinery, floated out. Then, he snapped his fingers.
In the atmosphere of the earth, an illusory light shot out, revealing picture-like projections around the earth.
Some of them recorded humans' helplessness and misery when confronted by supernatural beings. Some of them used an epic-like brush to re-enact scenes of humans fusing with Beyonder ingredients to gain strength and save the race. Some described the distinct cultures and traditions brought about by the Black Emperor, while others carried various points of view, books, and inventions. Some of them resembled the dawn of the present world, starting from machinery that spewed steam, the buildings that rose higher and higher...
The contents made the seemingly thin scroll exude a heaviness and majestic aura that quickly enveloped the entire earth, forming a barrier protecting the entire planet.
All the while, Artisan began to exercise his authority across the astral world within the barrier, not to attack but to protect. The unrestrained attacks of gods can destroy a star system, even more so now, when gods are striking with their all-out attack. Somebody has to protect everything.
Near the withering figure of Alitsa Tudor, Badhiel raised his hand high, and summoned.
A kingdom arose at the end of time. It was adorned with countless palaces, towers, and fortified walls.
Throughout the kingdom, there were numerous eye-catching murals depicting giants and dragons battling demonic wolves, mutants, devils, and phoenixes. The drawing was rough yet vivid.
The kingdom was perpetually enveloped in twilight. It was grand, magnificent, otherworldly, and something that would only appear in the fables and legends of history.
It was the Twilight Kingdom.
The Twilight Kingdom suddenly underwent a violent change with a wave of Badhiel's hand. The entire kingdom morphed into a colossal sword, larger than planets, bathed in the orange light of twilight.
The twilight sword shot towards bone hand, accurately aiming for the only flaw and weakness, shattering reality.
At the same time, Trunsoest emerged from within the darkness of the Astral world, his figure shrouded in the wisps of the brass light of order.
He wore a black crown on his head and tied back the white cloth over his eyes. Then, he raised his scales high into the space.
From him, innumerable law symbols erupted, shrouding the astral world within the barrier and strengthening reality. It joined with the authority of the God of Steam and Machinery, protecting the world.
Then, Trunsoest pointed at the attacks of the gods and twisted his hand. The black crown over his head gleamed in brilliance. He distorted the power of the attacks of the gods, strengthening them. Though his figure looked withered upon using the authority of disorder…
Simultaneously, a crimson moon rose from the earth like a scene from an apocalypse, revealing Amanises.
Without any hesitation, the Evernight Goddess swung her scythe at the pale hand. A tsunami of darkness erupted. It was the dark beast of judgement surging towards the bone hand. In synchronous, she also used her authority over misfortune on Salinger….
The all-out attacks of the Gods were unleashed within a second in immediate response to the call of Aucuses.
Sun, Lightning, Darkness, Moon, Order, Twilight, Calamity, Fate, and the White Tower. The authorities dashed towards the bone hand with all their might.
The slowing time finally returned normal. The authorities of gods descended upon the bone hand.
Boom!
A brilliance brighter than any star in the cosmos erupted from the withering figure of Alitsa Tudor. And everything went white, annihilated as the light engulfed it, whether time or reality or space, nothing was spared.
In the middle of the infinite brilliance, the corpse of Alitsa Tudor disappeared, disintegrated. In its place, the uniqueness and characteristics of the red priest, which were completely unaffected by the brilliance.
Then, there was the bristling bone hand. The embers of pale flames were gone. The thick and ethereal darkness from which the hand extended out had become illusory. It looked as though it might extinguish at any moment.
The bristling bone hand still tried to extend towards the red crown, ignoring the assault of brilliance, seemingly unrelenting.
But someone obstructed its path; the figure of Aucuses bore through the brilliance, dyeing in scorching golden blood. He descended in the middle of the path and picked up the crimson crown in his hand.
The Eternal Blazing Sun didn't seem to care about his condition, which was deteriorating by the moment, as he bore the assault of brilliance that was formed by the attacks of all gods.
Aucuses raised his hand, his finger pointing at the bone hand. The brilliance deepened further, disintegrating the bone hand of Salinger.
"How..?" A furious voice boomed out from the illusory darkness. It wasn't supposed to be like this! He even used the power of serfoit to conceal his attack! Others should not be able to feel it coming at all! Yet, Aucuses…
"You are a coward, Salinger." Aucuses spat. The infinite brilliance finally consumed the darkness. Then, the eternal darkness was extinguished with a furious roar booming out.
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