The Primordial Record-Novel

576  Drastic Action

The battle between the gods and the Archangels had reached a feverish pitch, and another two more gods had fallen, this time by the hands of Suriel alone. His martial talent even amongst the Archangel was a step above the rest and only Erudiel could compete with him.

Even as Archangels their talents were greater than Nezrakim and Dora because their potential was at the Sovereign Grade, and unlike the duo, they could still acquire more wings and grow stronger.

The previous tactics used by Nezrakim and Dora were being guarded against as the gods no longer allowed the Archangels time to gather their energies to create elaborate spells, paying for this option with their bodies that they relentlessly flung down the grinder, not giving the Archangels time to erupt.

Yet they could not continue on this path for long.

With the great influx of unrestricted Divine Essence from their Kingdoms, every god here was regenerating very quickly from any damages inflicted on their bodies, and although they were unable to withstand such a enormous amount of Divine Essence usage, they only needed to stall for a short time.

The reason most of them were not dead was because of two gods, Shario and Zekiel, this god had hidden himself deeply and was a Major God in secret.

He had erupted with great strength that did not put his name to shame as the God of Strength and every move he made carried the weight to crush a thousand worlds, even the Archangels could not bear his furious assault, and only their supreme cooperation made them weather his attacks while pressing their advantages.

Every Archangel had the power to rival a Minor god, but this statement was just taking their abilities at face value. What it truly meant was that every Archangel was unrivaled in their level, at least while inside the universe, even outside of it, few beings could match them at this power level.

Even if they had a million Minor gods arrayed against them, the battle would be long and incredibly difficult, but a single Archangel would still win, because of one indisputable fact, none of the gods here could hurt them for they lacked the proper weapons or abilities to do so.

The gods did not have the tools to properly fight against a Celestial.

When they were Angels their Corporeal bodies could be destroyed, but they would be resurrected inside the Mental Space of the Creator in time, as Archangels, they now had their hearts which gave them limitless amounts of power, and this was being kept safe by the creator.

Similar to the gods, the Archangels could only be killed if their Celestial Fire was extinguished, which was impossible for any god here to accomplish even if they found their way into the Mental Space of Rowan, only powerful weapons and corrupted infernal powers on a grand scale could destroy their heart flame.

The gods had tested the immortality of these Angels a hundred times and a hundred times they had failed.

This did not stop them, however, as they continued with their attacks and bombardments, something would have to give, and they would not lie still and allow their lives to be harvested without putting up a fight.

Zekiel had wrapped his arms around one of the golden giants from the front, trapping his arms from moving, tens of gods had then descended on the Archangel, and with fury and madness, they had torn him to pieces.

They were not excited about this short victory, for the pieces of the destroyed giant in their arms combusted into flames and reconfigured back to a fully healed Archangel, who continued battling as if he was not torn to pieces a short while back.

Their flames were supernaturally intense and putting them out was draining an enormous amount of Divine Energy from the gods, this battle could not continue for long else they all feared that they would be drained to death!

In total the Cerulean Galaxy held 68 gods, but that was just a short while ago, now there were only 36 of them remaining. In a short few hours, 30 of their number had fallen! This chapter is updatᴇd by (f)ir(e).nᴇt

All of these represented vast potential that had been robbed, all of the slain gods were supreme geniuses amongst countless geniuses that had risen, given the authority and the privilege of eternity for their rare magnificence, and now all that was coming to an end in a rather abrupt manner.

This number of dead was truly catastrophic when it was placed against the eternal nature of the gods. It was similar to a quadrillion mortals dying every fraction of a second.

The space behind them shuddered as the Divine Kingdom of Tenma finished bringing out the last of his monsters and the gods smiled. Tenma was ready with his preparations, he would have the weapons to stop these nightmares, as all of them here had paid for that time for him with their lives.

Yet his next actions stunned everyone here.

Tenma did not direct his army to attack these monsters before, instead, he turned and looked towards the other parts of the galaxy and he sent them forth.

He had created a hundred thousand monstrosities with the powers equaling those of a Minor god.

Like locusts, they descended on the nearest worlds and stars, and they began to destroy them.

It took one of them less than fifteen seconds to crush a world to dust and for a star a few minutes, but since they were in such great numbers, the devastation they could display was nearly instantaneous as a wave of destruction began to spread to the entire galaxy.

Every world and star before their eyes were being crushed to dust, and the first of the Minor Worlds fell.

"Tenma, what are you doing?" Shario called out in shock and disbelief, even if their situation was dire, it did not justify slaughtering the rest of their dominion, "The enemy is here!"

Tenma slowly turned to her like a zombie, whatever he had done had cost him, and his face had sunken in as if he had been starving for years, he smiled revealing bloody and decaying teeth,

"This is what they would like you to think, but no, the battle is not here, and the prize they want shall not be given to them."