Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest
Chapter 460: The Fall of Olympus 7

Chapter 460: The Fall of Olympus 7

Jörmungandr’s Kiss struck Apollo’s hastily raised guard, and the clash between cursed weapon and divine blade sent shockwaves across Olympus. But where their first exchange had been relatively even, now the momentum had shifted.

Apollo fought with the desperate fury of someone who had just realised his fundamental assumptions about reality were wrong. His sword work was still technically perfect, each strike and parry executed with millennia of practiced skill. But compared to Achilles’ battlefield-honed skills, his technique was just choreography.

Achilles fought with the freedom of someone who had already accepted the worst possible outcome and found it lacking. Each exchange saw him learning, growing, becoming something more than he had been moments before.

The Reality Rend passive triggered again and again, each successful hit creating phantom wounds that compounded Apollo’s injuries. The Sun God’s perfect form became a patchwork of bleeding cuts, his golden ichor flowing freely as his divine constitution struggled to keep up with the accumulating damage.

"This is impossible!" Apollo screamed, his solar radiance flickering like a dying star. "I am eternal! I am the light that drives back the darkness! I cannot be defeated by a dead hero with a spear!"

"You’re right about one thing," Achilles acknowledged, his next strike taking Apollo’s sword arm. The Sun God’s blade clattered across the marble, its stellar fire beginning to dim. "You are eternal. Unfortunately for you, that just means you get to spend eternity knowing you lost to a ’dead hero with a spear.’"

The final exchange lasted only heartbeats. Apollo tried one last desperate gambit, pouring all his remaining divine power into a solar nova that should have annihilated everything within miles. The attack was beyond overwhelming—it was apocalyptic.

Achilles walked through it, half his body vaporising, then reforming anew.

"Here’s what I learned from the moment of my birth," he said quietly, Jörmungandr’s Kiss poised for the killing blow. "Death is only the end if you let it be. But Kleos? Kleos is eternal. Become a mere story of my epic, Apollo."

The spear struck home, and Apollo—god of the sun, music, prophecy, and a dozen other domains—fell like any mortal man. His solar radiance guttered out like a snuffed candle, leaving behind only the fading echo of his perfect, musical laughter.

As the last notes died away, Achilles looked down at the fallen Sun God and shook his head. "You never did understand the difference between performance and reality. That’s what killed you, Apollo—not my spear, but your inability to improvise when the script changed."

The drill tip of Jörmungandr’s Kiss had triggered its Soul Splitter passive on that final blow, fracturing something fundamental in Apollo’s divine essence. As the Sun God’s body began to dissolve into motes of golden light, his accumulated knowledge and power scattered like windblown leaves, leaving behind only the empty shell of what had once been perfection incarnate.

Adam, still fighting through his own pain, looked up from where he knelt to see Achilles standing victorious over the last of the lesser Olympians. The Sun God’s light was fading from the sky, and for the first time in eons, Olympus was cast in shadow.

"Well done," Adam managed through gritted teeth, his God Slayer still burning in his grip. "Now let’s finish this."

However, Achilles’ arms sagged. His spear clanged against the molten ground, his empty eyes still locked where Apollo died.

Breath catching in his throat, Adam stumbled toward him. He extended his palm toward Achilles’ chest, the horror of not feeling a pulse gnawing at him. After all, he was different from Achilles. Kleos? Glory? Worthless if they robbed you of your life.

His hand met Achilles’ scalding skin.

THUMP

A beat! He let out the breath he had been holding, relief flooding his veins.

"Rest well, you deserve it," he said, nodding at the unconscious yet standing man with genuine respect.

The sounds of the greater battle echoed from the summit, where Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades continued their struggle against the three Hecatoncheires. He gazed at them, biting his lips through the pain assaulting his hand and soul.

There was no time to waste, yet his condition didn’t improve despite Apollo’s death. "Not a divine curse, nor a wound," he frowned, his mind racing for possibility even though he knew he’d find none.

And then, the answer suddenly burst in a rain of flames in front of his eyes. His open interface blazed with infernal flames, a single notification appearing one cursive letter after another.

[God Slayer and Chaosbringer have met their evolution requirement: Absorbs the life force of gods. (Current progress: 10/10)]

Cronus, Titania, Oberon, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Artemis, Hermes, Hera, Demeter, and Dionysus. His eyes widened after he listed his kills. Ten!

He raised his God Slayer—just in time to see the blazing hilt twist. The enchantments he had engraved danced along liquefied metal, each rune pulsing with twice the power.

Then, before his constricted pupils, it shattered into glistening shards.

"NO!" He clenched his fist, only gripping air where the hilt should have been. He couldn’t lose the god slayer, his only safety measure against the devils.

But before the horror could crush his guts, the shards condensed into six marks that rushed at him like miniature stars. They passed through his reinforced skin, powerful muscles, and unbreakable bones to settle somewhere deeper—alongside his soul-bound Chaosbringer, which melted into another six stars.

The moment they formed, his veins squirmed with newfound power mirrored in the notifications ringing in his ears like a blasphemous hymn.

[Your chaotic body fueled the God Slayer and Chaosbringer’s evolution with the last vanquished gods’ authorities.]

[Remnant authorities of the devils consumed.]

[Twelve new authorities formed and assimilated.]

His eyes widened as the pain vanished and his body shuddered under his own powers. He wanted to try them, but the notifications continued, monopolising his attention.

Mark of Execution Absolute

Authority: True Death Protocol

Deals irrecoverable damage to divine entities. When dealing a fatal blow, you ignore invincibility and execute the target.

Mark of Divine Nullification

Authority: Judgment of the Blasphemer

Reduces divine damage taken by 80% for 10 seconds. Dispels all buffs from celestial beings struck during this time.

Mark of Perfect Control

Authority: Essence Architect

You gain passive immunity to essence corruption, disruption, or sealing.

Mark of Reality Severance

Authority: Boundary Break

Your strikes ignore spatial and temporal defenses. Blinking, time stop, and dimension shift no longer evade your hits.

Mark of Godslayer’s Path

Authority: Transcendent Will

Each time you kill a divine being, you gain a fragment of their power. (5% of their stats). Damage against gods, demon kings, and devils doubled.

Mark of Sin Ascendant

Authority: Overlord of the Six Sins

The God Slayer’s control over the six sins is now yours.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, but before he could even recover, another six notifications swirled into existence. And these ones... made him bite his lip, the image of each individual who helped forge the chaos bringer flashing through his mind.

Mark of the Monkey King

(Sun Wukong’s Authority) 72 Transformations:

Grants immunity to all debuffs, curses, and status effects. The wielder’s form becomes malleable to adversity.

Mark of the Archmage

(Merlin’s Authority) Energy Convergence:

All energy-based abilities cost 0 resources and can be cast continuously without restriction.

Mark of the Primordial

(Tiamat’s Authority) Chaos Genesis:

Every 10th attack triggers a random devastating effect: petrification, disintegration, reality tear, or elemental storm.

Mark of the Demon Blade

(Muramasa’s Authority) Soul Rend:

Attacks bypass 75% of all defenses and protections, including magical barriers and divine wards.

Mark of the Infernal Lord

(Devil’s Authority) Dominion Absolute:

Immunity to mental effects, mind control, and energy theft.

Mark of the Bound AbyssAuthority: Hell’s ShacklesUnleashes evolved Demonic Binding—chains now erupt in a cone and drag enemies.