Chapter 409: The Limit
Chapter 409: The Limit
'Death' Hel, a devout follower of the God of Death on this continent, gained a portion of divine power after the fall of the deities.
Carl looked at his opponent, and his eyes revealed understanding:
"You've become an Upper Sixth Rank God!"
"It seems you've abandoned the original deities of the Eastern Kingdom Continent and sided with the Foreign Supreme Deity."
"No!"
He shook his head lightly:
"From the start, you never intended to truly resurrect the deities but wanted to take their place."
The two iron rules established at the founding of the Temple of the Gods.
First: Resurrect the Gods.
Second: Annihilate the Vampire Clan.
The result?
The followers below fought and died for these rules, while those at the top had their own schemes.
Remiller held a special affection for mortals, and although her faith was sincere, she didn't plan to resurrect the gods to enslave the creatures of this continent again.
So, she lived day by day, ignoring the existence of vampires and Beyond Mortals, running an orphanage in a secluded suburb.
As for 'Death' Hel, he had been collecting the divine essence of the fallen deities and Beyond Mortal artifacts scattered in the mortal realm, but instead of using them to resurrect the gods, he used them to enhance his own power.
However, the ancient deities' methods were formidable, and even in death, they were beyond his reach, so he had remained at the peak of the Fifth Rank.
As for the other member of the Big Three...
He had long been killed by Hel, his divine power taken to fuel Hel's strength.
"Hmph!"
Hel's eyes darkened:
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had to side with the Foreign Supreme Deity. With the legacy of the gods, I could have become a Sixth Rank and the new deity of this continent."
"Now..."
"It's all over!"
"It's too late for that," Carl nodded. "Let me see the true power of an Upper Sixth Rank God."
"Buzz..."
Before he finished speaking, ripples appeared around Hel, and the energy fluctuations filled with the aura of death were already upon him.
Death Judgment!
This was a strike beyond time and space.
As an Upper Sixth Rank God, the energy within Hel was a thousand, ten thousand times greater than that of Tak, the Thunder Lance.
His mastery over energy, the manipulation of power, and the techniques he could employ were all more advanced.
And so, at this moment.
Hel's scythe lightly swung, and a deathly glow that could cut through everything was unleashed.
The destructive energy wave, imbued with pure death, shattered the four elemental particles of earth, fire, water, and wood, as well as spatial-temporal dimensions and mental perceptions.
Death,
was the ultimate destination.
Not only living beings but even space and time could die.
All things in the universe would eventually come to an end, and Death stood at that moment of termination.
He,
controlled death.
As Hel made his move, Carl also acted, and a spear suddenly appeared in his hand.
Lightning flickered in the Divine Fragment.
Nine-Fold Thunder Tribulation!
In an instant.
Countless afterimages appeared, each swinging the spear in a different stance.
"Boom!"
Violent thunder tore through the Divine Fragment, which was the size of a city, and shone in the Celestial Plane.
"Tak!"
Hel roared:
"How do you know his technique?"
Thunder not only had the power to destroy everything but also contained the essence of life, directly forcing Death to retreat.
"It's simple."
Carl held the spear, standing silently: "Thunder Lance is a pure warrior, and he helped me reach the Sixth Rank. Naturally, he would pass on his legacy to me."
"He also wanted to see..."
"...how his spear would shine in the hands of a Sixth Rank Knight."
Tak couldn't see it, but easily crushing Hel was proof of his strength.
At the same rank.
Tak was the strongest warrior!
"Damn!"
'Death' Hel cursed softly, his body surrounded by black energy, and with a flicker, he appeared behind Carl.
Death! The night of despair descended.
Carl turned, his body crackling with electricity.
Empowered by thunder, every organ and cell in his body operated at an astonishing speed.
With each breath, he inhaled and exhaled not air but lightning.
A thought formed.
A giant made purely of thunder appeared out of thin air, and the giant thrust the spear towards Hel.
"Boom!"
In the silent, eternal night of the Celestial Plane, a blinding light suddenly burst forth.
The thunder lance not only had terrifying explosive power but also contained the rules of thunder's creation and destruction, almost encompassing the entire cycle of life and death and infinite possibilities.
After just a few exchanges, Hel's body began to crumble, and despair filled his eyes.
But only for a moment.
His eyes changed.
Cold, silent, ancient, indifferent, and calm, as if nothing could shake his will.
Death Wave!
Pure death energy rippled through the area, and the ever-changing thunder instantly dissipated.
Hel, suspended in mid-air, remained calm, and the blackness of death transformed into a robe that slowly descended. The Celestial Plane, already dark, plunged into an even deeper night, and the stars gradually disappeared from view.
In Carl's perception.
Nothing existed anymore, only the pure black eyes and the aura of death that enveloped everything.
"Seventh Rank!"
Carl's expression turned solemn, and the energy within him circulated at an unprecedented speed. Staring at his opponent, he said, "A True God!"
Only a Seventh Rank Archgod could be called a True God.
An Archgod governs the rules of all realms, not limited to a single world, hence the title 'True'.
Hel had abandoned his original faith and sided with a Foreign True God to reach the Sixth Rank, but it was impossible for him to break through again.
So...
...someone else must have taken over his body.
"Carl,"
'Hel' looked at Carl and spoke softly, "Young man on the path to becoming a True God, hand over the Son of Destruction, and I'll let you leave."
"If the True Gods could break through the barrier of the gods, you would have entered long ago. Why go through all this trouble?" Carl chuckled.
"Even possessing Hel's body doesn't make you a Seventh Rank.
"Ignorance." Hel's expression remained unchanged, his tone as calm as ever, showing no contempt, disregard, or anger. The nobility of a True God was not swayed by external factors.
He himself was the epitome of nobility and invincibility.
"Buzz..."
The spear trembled slightly.
Carl took the initiative, unleashing the Thunder Lance's ultimate move, the Thunder Tribulation.
This was the same attack that Tak had used to help Carl break through his limits and ascend to the Sixth Rank.
At this moment, the compressed thunder unleashed a brilliance far surpassing its previous displays, illuminating almost the entire Celestial Plane.
Even the Fourth and Fifth Circle Wizards from the Wizard World trembled, sensing an impending calamity.
"God spoke," a voice whispered, belonging to Hel, who held the scythe of death, his eyes lowered. Despite the thunderous assault, his words were still audible.
"Let there be light!"
The Celestial Plane suddenly brightened.
The pure light overshadowed the raging thunder, leaving nothing but light for millions of miles.
"God spoke," the voice continued.
"All things wither and die."
"Crack!"
The thunder, imbued with the essence of life and death, shattered silently like autumn leaves.
(End of Chapter)
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