Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 464: God vs Leviathan Lord (I)

Chapter 464: God vs Leviathan Lord (I)

The Leviathan Lord and the God remained locked in place for a fleeting moment, neither able to push the other back. Sparks of power arced between them—Divine Force and monstrous might colliding in a standoff that shattered the earth beneath their feet. Their clash dug deep fissures into the ground, sending chunks of soil and stone flying in all directions.

As the stalemate ended, the Leviathan Lord and the God recoiled slightly, then lunged back into the fray with blinding speed.

The God’s sword and the Leviathan Lord’s numerous arms met with explosive force. Each clash produced a shockwave that blasted dirt and debris high into the air, leaving swirling clouds of dust and ash in their wake. When steel met chitinous claw, it unleashed a crack of thunder that rolled across the battlefield.

Both fighters moved at a speed that defied comprehension—one instant, they were hovering in one spot; the next, they had shifted several hundreds of meters, leaving distorted afterimages behind. To the human soldiers, it looked as though a beam of brilliant light and a streak of impenetrable darkness were striking at each other with unimaginable ferocity, generating blasts of energy that rattled bones and left the very air charged with crackling power.

"AGFGGHHHH!" The Multi-Arm Leviathan Lord roared louder and louder, its voice thick with rage and frustration. It continued its onslaught, each of its massive arms swinging in unpredictable patterns, aiming to crush, rip, or pierce the God’s body.

Yet the God remained utterly composed. His eyes still closed as if he had no need to see his foe. His sword flashed in graceful arcs, intercepting every blow. Where the Leviathan Lord hurled chaos, the God answered with calm precision. His blade diverted claws away from his vital points and, in the same fluid movement, left deep, well-placed cuts along the monster’s hide.

Some of these cuts landed on cracks already formed by Freya’s mace. The Viking princess’s desperate struggle had weakened the Leviathan Lord’s armor-like chitin. Now, under the God’s relentless and measured sword strikes, those weaknesses were exploited further. With each perfect slash, more fragments of the Leviathan’s plating shattered, and dark blood oozed from the wounds.

All across the battlefield, confusion and awe gripped humans and Leviathan alike. But then, a voice rang out, cutting through the haze of war.

"Fight! Keep fighting! Kill everything!" Freya’s cry echoed, drawing every ear and eye. With a fist driven by fury and conviction, she punched straight through an insect-humanoid hybrid chest, ending its life in an instant.

"KILL!" "ONWARD!" The soldiers rallied. They shook off their confusion at the God’s arrival. If Freya could fight on despite her broken body, then they had no excuse. The presence of this mysterious savior only increased their determination. Whether they were standard soldiers in black armor, powerful generals standing over twenty meters tall, or titanic Depravitas capable of flight, they all unleashed their energy and might, slaughtering the Leviathans in droves. Once on the verge of collapsing into despair, the battlefield now brimmed with renewed ferocity.

The God tilted his head slightly, acknowledging the changes among the armies as if he could sense their collective surge in morale. He gave a subtle nod, then emptied his mind of all distraction, focusing solely on the eight-meter-tall monster before him. His sword traced a small arc above his head, catching a set of claws that aimed for his sensory organs. In a fluid motion, he shifted his position by just a single step—an almost imperceptible movement that allowed him to evade another strike without wasted effort. Not a moment later, his sword flashed to the side, slicing into the Leviathan Lord’s left shoulder just before that arm could descend upon him.

Each of the God’s movements was as if honed by centuries of meticulous practice. Every action was premeditated, every strike flawless, leaving no openings for the Leviathan Lord to exploit. He remained serene, eyes closed, and his face devoid of emotion as if existing in a state of transcendent enlightenment. Where the creature before him was all unbridled fury—twisting with hatred, snarling with frustration—the God was pure stillness in motion.

The Leviathan Lord’s savage temperament mirrored the frenzy of the hive mind. With Freya nearly killed moments ago, it had been so close to absolute success. The plan had been to crush the heart of human resistance and usher in a swift end to their forces, securing dominion over the world. But now that hope was dashed. The God’s interference had snatched victory from its grasp. No amount of rage or hatred could undo that fact, nor would it cause the God to vanish. Furious or not, the Leviathan Lord found itself losing ground.

"ZNNNN!" The sharp hiss of air splitting apart echoed as the God’s sword carved another deep gash in the creature’s chest. More dark blood sprayed into the air, and the Leviathan Lord howled in pain and outrage. Its attacks redoubled, arms blurring into a flurry of stabs, slashes, and crushing blows. Yet the God danced through them, always a fraction of a second ahead, stepping out of harm’s way or intercepting claws with uncanny precision.

With each successful parry, the God repositioned himself, maintaining perfect balance and countering at unexpected angles. When an arm lunged high toward his throat, he ducked and slashed upward, carving a line across the Leviathan’s forearm. If another arm attempted a sweeping blow, he twisted around it, sliding his sword along its surface until he found a gap in the chitinous armor and stabbed inward, eliciting another agonized roar.

At times, the God took advantage of the Leviathan’s size, moving just under a swinging limb so that the monster’s own momentum placed another arm in range of his blade. Each action was efficient, each movement smooth, as though he were performing a deadly martial art in slow motion—except this was at lightning speed.

The battlefield trembled under the weight of their struggle. Massive shockwaves spread out from every collision. Debris and bodies flew outward. Clouds of dust hung thick in the air, lit sporadically by flashes of swordlight reflecting off blood and carapace. Although heavily engaged, the God never let the Leviathan Lord’s desperate attempts break his composure. He offered no words, no taunts. He simply executed his swordsmanship with flawless intent. The Leviathan Lord’s screams of fury met only silence.