Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 273: Depravita vs God (VII)

Chapter 273: Depravita vs God (VII)

The God of Glory and Fame’s eyes widened as the colossal beam of concentrated fire and lightning tore through the air toward him, carrying more than enough destructive power to reduce a fortress to rubble—much less his already battered and tattered form.

However, despite facing such an overwhelming attack, the god had no fear in his eyes, only a cold, calculated resolve. The God of Glory and Fame knew he could not dodge the attack in his weakened state, but that did not mean he could not fight against it.

In an instant, all the vitality within Goddess Lucia’s body evaporated, the once grotesque figure of fat and flesh reduced to a gaunt and skeletal form. Every ounce of remaining Divine Power gathered in the god’s core, draining what was left of the body’s strength.

It was a sacrifice, a desperate gamble, but one that gave the God of Glory and Fame the power he needed. His stamina and vitality plummeted, but with a single breath, he opened his mouth, releasing a radiant torrent of golden energy.

The sky trembled under the sheer intensity of the god’s energy as the golden beam clashed head-on with Vlad’s fiery torrent of red lightning and flame.

"BOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

The moment their attacks collided, a deafening explosion echoed in all directions, accompanied by a cascade of swirling energies flooding the battlefield. The beams crackled and hissed as they met, each vying for dominance, their energies twisting and writhing like serpents locked in combat.

The sheer force of their clash sent shockwaves across the sky, rippling out in waves of power that made the atmosphere shimmer with an unearthly brilliance. Lightning crackled, thunder boomed, and the entire capital of the Azarin Empire seemed to shudder beneath the might of the two titanic forces.

Flames and divine light streaked across the sky, illuminating the horizon in flashes of crimson and gold. It was a majestic scene, but had it happened on the ground, it would have caused the deaths of dozens of thousands of people too weak to withstand the radiation and shock waves.

The soldiers of the Azarin Empire and the Xaos Kingdom watched in stunned awe. The battle taking place above them was beyond anything they had ever seen, and some of them could not even comprehend the level of power displayed.

Hundreds of meters in the air, Vlad and the God of Glory and Fame unleashed power that seemed capable of reshaping the very sky. Every man, woman, and soldier felt the weight of that power, an oppressive force that pressed down on them like a divine judgment.

However, all they could do was watch. The Depravita of Wrath and the God of Glory and Fame were hundreds of meters in the sky, and the radiation and energy emitted from the clash made it impossible for spells or arrows to reach them.

Vlad’s beam of fire and lightning surged forward, meeting the golden energy blast of the god with equal intensity. For every inch the crimson beam advanced, the golden radiance pushed back with equal ferocity.

The Depravita of Wrath poured his rage and might into his attack, while the God of Glory and Fame channeled the full weight of his Divine Power. Each pushed their energies to the breaking point.

The sky itself became a battlefield, torn asunder by the two opposing forces. Swirling flames and bursts of light filled the air, creating a spectacle of raw destruction and majesty. The world below seemed to fade into insignificance as the energy filled every corner of the capital’s airspace.

The normal soldiers felt as if they were witnessing the clash of gods—a contest of power so far beyond their understanding that all they could do was tremble in wonder.

As seconds passed, the intensity only grew. The ground quaked, and the air itself vibrated with power. But then, something changed. Vlad’s body, already pushed beyond its limits, began to tremble.

Blood trickled from the Depravita of Wrath’s eyes, ears, and mouth as the effects of the Heart of Wrath took hold. His organs, already taxed to their breaking point, began to falter, and the beam of fire and lightning he had summoned began to waver.

The God of Glory and Fame, ever watchful, noticed the sudden weakening of Vlad’s attack. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he saw his chance. He was ready to pour everything he had left into his energy burst and obliterate the Depravita of Wrath once and for all.

Yet, just as the god prepared to deliver the final blow, his instincts screamed a warning. His gaze shot downward, where a group of massive Xaos soldiers stood, lifting a gigantic metallic pillar onto their shoulders.

Before the God of Glory and Fame could process the sight, a young woman covered in tribal tattoos appeared beside them and struck the pillar with all her might, sending it hurtling into the sky—directly toward him!

The God of Glory and Fame cursed under his breath, forced to act quickly. He redirected some of his Divine Power into his right hand, forming a radiant shield of gold to intercept the incoming pillar. The massive projectile collided with his shield, stopping it in its tracks and saving him, but not without a cost.

The momentary distraction weakened the energy blast the God of Glory and Fame had been directing at Vlad. It was only for a second, maybe even less than that, but it was enough.

Vlad, sensing the opportunity, ignored the damage ravaging his body. With a surge of fury, he pushed his rage beyond its limits, channeling every last ounce of his strength into his beam of flames and lightning. The crimson torrent roared with newfound power, tearing through the god’s weakened golden energy.

Panic flashed across the God of Glory and Fame’s face as he saw his energy blast falter, his power unable to keep pace with Vlad’s unrelenting beam of fire, lightning, and wrath. He desperately tried to muster more strength, to pour more energy into his attack, but it was too late. The beam of fire and lightning surged forward, instantly closing the distance.

The God of Glory and Fame could not even scream as the beam of flames and lightning struck him with cataclysmic force, point-blank.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

The explosion that followed was a blinding flash of crimson and gold, consuming the sky in a storm of fire and lightning. The sheer magnitude of the blast drowned out the god’s screams.

The soldiers of the Xaos Kingdom erupted in cheers, their faces alight with triumph as they witnessed their king’s devastating attack. The colossal explosion of fire and lightning seemed to have obliterated the God of Glory and Fame, erasing the deity’s existence from the world. Their hearts swelled with pride and relief, believing the battle was won.

But their victory was short-lived.

Shock rippled through the ranks as they saw a mangled figure emerge from the heart of the blast. The God of Glory and Fame, or what remained of him, stumbled forward. The entire left side of his body was gone, reduced to nothing by Vlad’s ferocious attack. His life force was nearly depleted, his body barely holding together, yet some unfathomable power still allowed him to move.

Pure rage burned in the god’s remaining eye as he glared at Vlad, but he knew he had no time to fight. His survival instinct, now stronger than his pride, took over, and without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and fled, flying away with what little strength he had left.

The soldiers watched in disbelief as the god attempted to escape, their hearts sinking at the sight. The god was battered and broken, but if he managed to flee, who knew what havoc he could wreak in the future?

But just as it seemed the God of Glory and Fame might slip away, a small yet formidable figure emerged from behind Vlad—a yellow cat with flaming wings, its eyes glowing with cold, merciless intent.

With a single powerful flap of his fiery wings, Jormungandr shot forward, instantly closing the distance between himself and the fleeing god. The god barely had time to react before Jormungandr was upon him, his presence emanating an aura of overwhelming power.

Jormungandr’s eyes narrowed, filled with a cold, unyielding fury. His entire being radiated killing intent as he prepared to unleash his most powerful spell.

Sensing the imminent danger, the God of Glory and Fame glanced over his shoulder in desperation. What he saw sent a shiver of dread through his shattered form.

A massive, illusory snake materialized in the sky, its eyes burning with an eerie, otherworldly light. The serpent’s jaws stretched wide, and from its maw, a torrent of gray fire erupted, barreling toward the God of Glory and Fame with unstoppable force.

The god’s eyes widened in terror as the gray flames engulfed him. The fire was unlike anything he had ever encountered—it wasn’t merely destructive; it was devouring. The gray flames did nothing to his body but began to swallow his memories!