Chapter 719: Chapter 256: This is ‘Unrivaled in the World’_3
In the remnants of the Nine Realms, he was suppressed by the world’s power; in the Chaos World, he was sealed by it.
But regardless of who was stronger or weaker, Amon-Ra truly possessed unimaginable strength at that mont. Such power was so formidable that even Chaos would not leave it unchecked once it entered the world, necessitating containnt and limitation.
However, at that mont, although his enemies had beco much stronger, even surpassing all previous foes, Laine felt indifferent.
At that mont, he was imrsed in a peculiar intuition—even though his divinity and humanity had long separated, even though they didn’t exist in the sa world, even though his embodint of evil thoughts still languished in the Nine Hells, he felt that he was ‘one’.
Ti and space ant nothing; the past and the future unfolded before him.
At the dawn of creation by Henu, Atum was born from the egg beside the Benben Stone, the first son of the Primordial Water Nun, and thus the Sun ca into being.
But at that mont, the past and future seed to be within his grasp; he possessed the Sun and could also erase any trace that the Sun had ever existed.
Changing history, altering the past, no longer seed impossible, as long as… he could resist the world itself that tried to ‘maintain history.’
“It’s aningless.”
“The power, being of the sa magnitude and possibly even stronger because it’s from Chaos, is still too insufficient in quantity.”
With a slight shake of his head and in utter silence, an inexplicable force flowed down his arm.
It passed through the hilt of the Demon Sword, calming it.
It moved through the blade of the Demon Sword, and thus, Apep’s existence was completely erased from the world.
Without a trace of fireworks, a great enemy that had troubled two generations of the Sun for millions of years was just relegated to the past. The blade trembled slightly and then beca even more profound.
Apep was the embodint of Chaos, the symbol of Destruction and The End, but what in this world cos closer to the true essence of destruction than the destruction of Destruction itself?
The aspects belonging to Chaos were then expelled to the scabbard, leaving only pure demise on the dark blade.
The inexplicable power continued downward, landing on the Benben Stone, and upon contact, the Divine Stone that was born on the Primordial Water began to lt.
It turned into liquid, flowing up the entire sword.
Apep actually had no physical body; it was just a congregation of Chaos, an echo from the early remnants of creation. Thus, the seemingly solid blade of the Demon Sword was just an illusion, for it was also rely a sword without substance.
But now, it had substance.
The sole Genesis Artifact of Henu beca its material, shaped by so supre force.
As if naturally born and ford seamlessly without any trace of artificial fabrication, the Demon Sword was thus completed.
“Material, symbol, rged together, seems very potent, and indeed is potent — if only my opponents were just all gods.”
It seed like a long ti had passed, yet under the inexplicable power, no ti had passed at all for everything.
Looking at his own forged Divine Artifact, had it been born in this epoch, Laine would have been delighted.
Such a Genesis Artifact capable of ending all things would allow him to face any opponent; even the Lord of Darkness would likely be just a matter of a few slashes. However, for what he truly wanted to do, such a sword was rely marginally better than useless.
Then, in the next mont, the inexplicable power that hadn’t diminished much from its previous exertions suddenly vibrated, and the newly ford blade shattered again.
An intangible force enveloped it, preventing the artifact from collapsing imdiately.
The scene before his eyes was sothing Laine had planned a long ti ago, only that the things he acquired in the Fantasy World considerably increased the likelihood of his success.
This sword was powerful, but it was not what he sought; thus, its only fate was to beco a tool.
A tool, to carry even greater power.
“This is what I desire… the Death of a world.”
Amon-Ra was close at hand, and with the Resurrection of sse in the Mortal Realm, the World Power of Chaos surged back even more violently.
The power of the Absolute Void was extracted by Amon-Ra—this was not rely a quarter of the world’s power departing, but a gap between ‘Perfection’ and ‘Imperfection.’
If all went as expected, Henu would not withstand such a strike, and his ‘Death’ was imminent.
And Laine’s job was to find the perfect timing to deliver this final blow.
“Samsara cannot withstand this level of ‘The End’, not even the current Spirit Realm.”
“Maybe, by relying on that essence of high space-ti power, like I control this ‘Water Droplet’ now, I won’t be erased by the power of The End, but the Spirit Realm would inevitably be destroyed.”
“A world’s ‘Death’… only a shell born from its own ‘life’ can briefly withstand it. Alternatively… it could be embraced by another world.”
Grasping the sword hilt, this was inevitably a sword that could only be used once in the future.
But even in Laine’s current state, it was unimaginable what kind of Might the sword would reveal at that ti.
Thousands of years of erosion, internal rebels, external invaders, Laine’s planning… all these piled up, Chaos still took so long to face Destruction, when His ‘Death’ burst forth in a mont, that power could likely tear everything apart.
“Hmm… the Divine seems to have arranged a little more for it, is it the final ‘quenching’ step?”
“I even feel a bit ruthless watching it, true to the Divine’s choice. But since it’s done, let’s continue on.”
Slightly lifting his gaze, under the mysterious power’s augntation, all of Amon-Ra’s earlier changes were vividly visible in Laine’s eyes, including his impending attack.
In fact, the other party wasn’t wrong—the power was sothing even Laine had never possessed. After all, no world had bequeathed it to him, and this world still needed to be ‘alive.”
Once the world died, probably not even Amon-Ra could maintain such power. It could only be said that the timing, location, and cooperation were all there—except for an overwhelming power.
Clang—
Drawing the sword from its scabbard, Amon-Ra’s smile seed still on his face, yet Laine didn’t even glance at him.
The past conversation with the Goddess of the Night brushed through his mind, proving that what he wanted to do, was inevitably going to succeed.
“What is invincible in this world?”
“This, is invincible in this world.”
Whether describing the present or the near future.
In that mont, a god raised the Demon Sword as if judging all the beings under the heavens.
And just like the Sun a mont ago… it was before Amon-Ra.
With one sword strike, all things were severed.
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