The space around the True Depravita of Wrath distorted as bones shifted and muscles expanded. In a grotesque yet controlled transformation, four additional arms tore free from his torso—two erging from below his armpits and two forming above his shoulders—granting him a total of six arms.
Each hand flexed slowly.
"Scalibur," Vlad intoned.
A sword of radiant authority manifested in his grip.
"Gram."
Another blade ford, humming with ancient destruction.
"Durendal."
"Tyrfing."
"Joyeuse."
"Hauteclere."
With each na spoken, a Peak Lord Tier god weapon materialized, filling his hands one by one. Each weapon alone demanded imnse energy to wield, enough to cripple most Lords instantly. Vlad showed no hesitation. He triggered their powers simultaneously.
The result was catastrophic.
A vortex of destructive force erupted from his body, spiraling outward like a divine hurricane. The sky of Heaven trembled violently as massive storms ford in response, black clouds swirling as thunder roared across the heavens. Lightning split the sky repeatedly, unable to stabilize under the pressure of Vlad’s unleashed power.
His golden plasma wings flared wide, beating with such force that shockwaves rippled through the air. Each flap generated winds powerful enough to tear apart divine structures. With a single motion, Vlad launched himself forward, his montum increasing exponentially with every passing second.
On the Fourth Level, the gathered Gods felt it long before he arrived.
The killing intent washed over them like an invisible blade, cutting straight into their souls. Hearts trembled. Fear rooted itself deep within their divine cores. Yet retreat was not an option. They had been commanded by the Archangels to fight, and Heaven did not tolerate refusal.
"ARGHHHHH!"
Roars of rage echoed across the Fourth Level as the Gods infused themselves with forced courage, igniting their divine power to its limits. With weapons raised and auras blazing, they charged toward the approaching figure of the True Depravita of Wrath—fully aware that many of them would not survive the encounter.
The Fourth Level of Heaven ignited.
The mont Vlad crossed into their domain, the sky fractured under the weight of six Peak Lord Tier god-weapons. Laws clashed violently, ancient authorities screaming as they were forced to coexist within a single being. The air warped, compressed, and then detonated outward as the True Depravita of Wrath tore through the clouds like a falling star.
The Gods t him head-on.
Each of them unleashed multiple divine attacks at once, dozens of techniques detonating simultaneously. Beams of judgnt, axes carved from faith, spears forged from condensed law—entire constellations were weaponized and hurled forward. The sky vanished beneath overlapping explosions as the barrage surged forward, threatening to drown Vlad’s advancing form.
Smiles appeared on the Gods’ faces, hope flickering as they thought that maybe—just maybe—they would survive.
Reality shattered that illusion the next second as steel scread through the heavens.
Scalibur swung.
A crescent of radiant authority tore through space, cleaving an incoming beam in half before continuing onward, erasing a God from the chest up. Gram followed, its ancient edge vibrating as it released a massive blast of fire that consud both a colossal warhamr and the God wielding it. Divine blood sprayed across the heavens, boiling instantly as it touched the unstable air.
Durendal and Tyrfing moved next.
One thrust. One slash.
A God attempting to bind Vlad with chains of causality was impaled through the skull, his soul unraveling instantly. Another barely had ti to scream before Tyrfing devoured his heart, the cursed blade drinking deeply as the body disintegrated around it.
The remaining two arms moved independently.
Joyeuse flashed, its blade blurring as it carved through two Gods in a single sweeping arc, their bodies reduced to severed limbs and falling halos. Hauteclere followed with brutal precision, punching through divine armor and shattering a God’s core with a single downward strike.
Vlad did not slow.
He flew through the carnage, wings beating once—twice—each motion generating shockwaves that flattened floating citadels and sent fragnts of divine cities spiraling into the void. Gods were hurled away like debris, their formations shattered before they could reform.
Still, more ca from the higher levels of Heaven.
The second wave struck with coordination.
Entire Divine Kingdoms pulsed as their Gods drew directly from them, sacrificing millions of Angels in seconds. Their power surged unnaturally, a last, desperate amplification forced upon their cores.
Vlad’s eyes burned as he continued the carnage, advancing and killing everything in his path. His trump cards remained hidden, his true weapons restrained. The Archangels wanted to use the Gods to asure his limits—but all they would witness was the raw power of his body and blades.
Finally, the wall to the Fifth Level appeared in his path.
Vlad’s eyes ignited as he transford himself into a living drill, carving a hole through the barrier and forcing his way forward with nothing but rage and strength.
The Fifth Level was even more glorious and majestic than the Fourth—but the only thing Vlad saw were Gods racing toward him.
"ARGHHHHH!"
A roar of rage erupted from the True Depravita of Wrath as he surged forward, refusing to let his montum die. He destroyed faster and faster, Gods screaming as their arms were scorched to ash, while others didn’t even have ti to utter a sound before their heads were severed from their bodies.
However, the carnage was taking its toll.
More and more of Vlad’s energy was being expended, his breathing growing rougher as the battle dragged on—until suddenly, an opening appeared.
One of the most powerful Gods descended from above, his body fused with a living fortress, dozens of cannons firing at once. The barrage struck Vlad’s side, detonating against his scales and tearing chunks of flesh free. Blood exploded outward, thick and golden, trailing behind him as he pushed forward through the storm.
Another God slamd into him from behind, driving a spear straight through his back and out his chest.
Vlad coughed blood.
His montum dipped.
Just for a mont.
Wrathful energy surged violently through his body and soul as he shredded the God impaling him into thousands of pieces—and that was only the beginning.
Then all six blades moved at once.
The space around him beca a blender of divine annihilation. Weapons collided, shattered, exploded. Gods scread as limbs were severed faster than their eyes could track. A spear shattered against Vlad’s ribs as Hauteclere crushed its wielder’s skull. Gram burned through a Divine Kingdom’s anchor, causing the realm to implode and drag its God screaming into nonexistence.
Yet the Gods did not stop.
They sward him.
Blades pierced his wings. Axes lodged into his shoulders. A hamr struck his spine with enough force to fracture several vertebrae, sending him plumting through a floating city. Towers disintegrated as he crashed through layers of divine architecture, burying him beneath kiloters of rubble.
For half a heartbeat, the Gods dared to hope.
Then the ruins exploded outward.
Vlad rose from the debris, blood streaming from dozens of wounds, his breathing heavier now. His regeneration worked steadily—but not instantly. He had limited it. Intentionally.
"...You’re finally slowing down," he admitted calmly.
The Gods trembled as they stared at the figure riddled with holes, unable to comprehend how soone could still stand—still fight—in that state. Yet as if obeying Heaven’s will, they roared and poured everything they had left into their attacks.
Vlad answered with a fierce smile as he resud the carnage.
Every wound carved into his body only made his wrath explode further. Beams of searing energy shot from his eyes, rging with his weapons and accelerating the slaughter—until finally, the wall leading to the Sixth Level appeared before him.
He swung his swords, releasing massive streams of destructive energy that shattered chunks of the barrier as he forged a path forward. Throughout the process, he continued fighting, taking more wounds and killing more Gods without pause.
Finally—
"CRACK."
The wall gave in beneath the rampage of the Xaos King, a massive section collapsing inward. The mont his soul spread across the Sixth Level, the killing intent and coldness in his eyes erupted outward, freezing the Gods in place for a single, fatal instant.
"I found you."
The aura of the True Depravita of Wrath ignited violently as, at the far end of the Sixth Level of Heaven, Vlad finally detected the unmistakable soul signature of the Archangel that had attempted to invade the Primordial Essence of his children.
"DIE."
The word was not shouted. It was declared, carrying a weight that caused reality itself to shudder.
The remaining Gods, forcing themselves to overco the paralyzing horror of the Xaos King’s killing intent, seized what they believed to be an opening. With desperate resolve, they charged forward, divine powers flaring as they poured everything they had left into one final assault.
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