The Primordial Record-Novel

574  Leave None Alive

The combustion spread of the Celestial flames went by so quickly that it was almost as if time was being fast-forwarded.

Time was not being affected, it was just the nature of Celestial flames to move and burn faster than normal flames, after all, they were meant to be used outside the universe, a space where distance was so boundless it was almost abstract.

For battles of this scale, it was very difficult to use time as a measurement for their actions, as a single blow could be thrown in one second or a thousand blows could also be made in that single second,  it all depended on the strategies the combatants required at the time.

Except for killing blows, it would be difficult for every single move made to be mentioned, for even in a minute the conflicts that could occur would fill up a ten thousand-page book.

This made the next clash that happened between the Archangels and the Cerulean gods nearly impossible to comprehend by a mortal's mind.

The lights and the friction from this battle became the only light that could be seen from the entire Cerulean galaxy and the dying mortals in all the worlds looked to that light for sustenance even as the tremors and the mystical light it generated brought most of them to madness.

A mortal should never see god, for even their light would corrupt the sturdiest of minds… The lights from the gods were filled with Intent, and even after crossing countless billions of miles and entering the eyes of mortals, the effects were devastating.

The Cerulean gods drew from their Divine Kingdom without holding back giving them the strength to clash and hold back the Archangels with weapons and spells, sure they were all Minor gods except for Shario and Tenma, and normally they would never channel so much power into their Divine Bodies because it was just a waste of resources, this time it was different.

Death would come to them if they held back, and a new sort of war was being waged here, one where the gods could no longer create a limitless amount of bodies for them to play with, assured of their immortality, now they all fight like mortals.

Shario began to find joy at this time, a feeling that she had forgotten blooming in her heart… the thrill from a battle where any moment might be her last was intoxicating to this battle maniac.

She led the charge, uncaring about the damages she was taking from the blows of the Archangels, equaling every injury with one of her own, but her foes were tricky and their armor was sturdy, they all fought with unmatched skills.

Suriel was like a phantom, he alone held back dozens of gods, pushing them back, and fully focused on defense was Erudiel, who thwarted every attempt to block Suriel's advancement through the ranks of the gods.

Part of their objective was to quickly stop Tenma as whatever he was doing was continuously creating more monsters, and currently, more than twenty thousand of those powerful creatures were arrayed before his Divine Kingdom.

The Cerulean gods here were shocked at the display of power from Tenma, and all fought back desperately trying to buy him enough time to conjure enough power to sweep away their enemies.

Nezrakim served as support, he stood back and created thousands of globes of Celestial flames and infused them with the psychic screams from the death of trillions of lifeforms happening all around the galaxy, and when he lobbed them into the ranks of the gods, it caused some of them to freeze in shock.

Dora took advantage of this…

Her keen eyes waited for the perfect opportunity. The gates to the Divine Kingdoms of the gods were opened and a direct channel of power was linked to their bodies, giving them the strength, speed, and stamina to battle an Archangel, but at the moment they faltered, Dora vanished.

All these while she had been subtly beating two of her wings and generating potential energy, using the overpowered flight ability of the Angels, she had been doubling her speed while keeping all that potential inside each feather, all the while reducing the glow from her wings with a spell.

Her armor was also being heated up and compressed, this was a method to isolate the heat from affecting her surroundings while also condensing it deep into every single strand of her armor.

This action was enough to affect her Angelic flesh that was supremely resistant to heat, but with the temperature she was manipulating, it was enough to surpass even her mighty threshold.

Dora saw an opportunity and she took it.

With the speed she erupted with, even Dora's perception was unable to follow, everything was just instinct, and also something more important was directing her movements—Eva.

The Lady of Shadows' eyes were connected to all of them, and she could witness all they could see, and every single moment of this battle was within her sights.

She gave her the tiny adjustment needed to make her move effective.

Dora passed through the gate of the Divine Kingdom of one of the gods so quickly none here noticed her movement, for it was almost as if time had stood still.

Her Angelic body pierced through all the obstructions on her path, from mountains to valleys, nothing could stand before the speed and heat she carried.

When she reached the Divine Palace of the god she appeared to phase through it and arrived before the Godstone protecting the Divine Spark, she simply placed her blades by her side, letting her momentum carry her and slicing effortlessly through the Godstone and the Divine Spark.

In a feat that defied the fundamental laws of the universe, she suddenly reversed her direction without slowing down and went the opposite way, she easily escaped from the Divine Kingdom and even a single second had not even passed.

Dora had seven targets and this was just the first.

The Archangels had barely clashed with the gods for three seconds when seven of them stiffened and with a cry of shock and despair, their broken bodies fell from the battlefield.

This brought a slight lull in the flow of battle, as shock entered the minds of the gods.

The Archangels however did not miss a single beat, Suriel manifested more blades of flames that circled his body before launching them at the gods.

"Leave none alive."

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