Chapter 1669: The Futility of Struggle
The heads of six Origin Ouroboros erged from the cracks in space, and a careful observer would realize that these cracks did not look torn, but seed to have been chewed through, due to the ragged chunks of Reality that were simply missing.
They appeared to be slowly erging from the cracks, but that was only if you were watching them from the eighth-dinsional level, any lower order immortals would just see a blur of endless stretch of scaled flesh that resembled the face of destruction, from stars bleeding out their guts into the Aether, or the screams of dying dinsions as they collapsed into nothing.
Divus, who led her brothers and sisters to the Great Desert, did not care for anything else in Reality. Everything could be ending, and she would not blink an eye.
In her mind, there was only Rowan; everything else was prey.
As the Ouroboros Serpents descended, Reality began to collapse around them, as shockwaves of destructive force blasted from their bodies, as if they were streams of antimatter plunging into an ocean of matter.
The six serpents fully erged from the cracks in Reality, allowing themselves to be gripped by the attractive force of the desert. They began to fall towards it.
The fall barely took three seconds, but all of Reality shrieked like a dying maiden being grievously butchered as the bodies of the serpent combusted all of space and ti, leaving shining trails behind them that appeared incredibly beautiful but contained so much potent forces of destruction that an Old One would be grinded to ash inside of them if they remained for a few seconds.
This was all the serpents had to do. Their impossible weight being dragged by the power of the desert was in itself a potent tool for destruction.
There was a bright flash as the body of Divus slamd into the desert, rapidly followed by five other flashes of bright white light. This series of flashing lights was so bright that for this instant, any immortal with a powerful sense could observe that the entirety of Reality brightened for a mont.
An expanding shockwave and debris that ford asymtric patterns from the sands of the desert overheated and directly collapsed into their basic structure, blasting out like radiation. This caused the entire space for countless light years to glow with a fifteen-colored shimr that would bring madness to even the Old Ones who observed it.
In that instant, ninety-nine percent of all life in the great desert and its surroundings was wiped out.
‘What would a true calamity look like? The sort of thing that could end all that we know… That answer is sothing that I did not know, but now, I have seen it.’
These were the last thoughts of Kacius Black, and then there was silence… nothing. For although the shell of his body still lived, his soul was gone.
Yet, Reality moved on. Cold. Unfeeling. The true face of power had just revealed itself.
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Fury Kuranes, the Prince of Ruin, was one of the survivors, but the power unleashed by the descent of the serpents blasted him into a distant dinsion; his cries of astonishnt and rage were cut off. This immortal had a great story to tell, but he was not given the opportunity to shine before he was summarily dismissed.
The shades of mories that filled the Great Desert had nearly all been eradicated. They were not gone, but they had been cleansed so effectively that it would take millions of years before they could return.
At first, the powerful explosion seed to have stunned the serpents, as they did not move for a few seconds. Then, they began to stir and slowly rise up.
In the distance, Nesis had been slamd into the ground, his armor cracked and battered, and his helm had been shattered, revealing his chaotic features beneath that resembled a chira. The face of Nesis was not one but a legion of faces all mashed together as one.
To protect the Great Desert, Primordial Chaos had not hesitated to sacrifice all of the Chaos Bloods in Reality that he could get his hands on and rged them into the body of Nesis, enabling this being to reach a stupendous amount of power that was not far from those of a Throne.
There were so lucky few Chaos Bloods who could escape his reach by virtue of their talents, which enabled them to cultivate powers that slowly separated them from their bloodline of Chaos.
Labaletai, the Chaos Door, was one of the few who escaped from Chaos’s hands. He had spent countless years spreading his na across countless dinsions, and as a result, even when Chaos grabbed his body and soul and sacrificed it to Nesis, his mories were so powerful that he essentially recreated himself from nothing.
Not many Chaos Bloods were so lucky, and in their final monts, they rcifully did not know how they died.
Nesis slowly fought its way out of the shackles of power, pressing it against the ground. The green glow of its gaze was terrifyingly aware… it was as if Nesis had always been waiting for these serpents to arrive, and everything was a prelude to this mont.
“Evil beasts, where does your master hide? Bring him forward to face…”
Surprisingly, it was Bahamut that attacked first, disregarding Nesis ahead. He opened his maws wide open, which resembled a yawning event horizon lined with teeth like dying stars.
Clamping down on a vast stretch of desert spanning a hundred gigantic galactic superclusters
The mories of the fallen trapped within the sands did not even have the ti to realize what was happening when they were drawn into the maws of the serpent alongside a vast amount of the desert sands.
Everything unraveled into primal cosmic energy that fueled the serpent’s endless desire to consu, but what was once a nourishing al now paled in comparison to what they could acquire from feasting on the Origin Land.
Nevertheless, all the other Origin Ouroboros serpents knew that they needed to clear out the desert, reveal its core, and allow Divus to finally complete her feast.
Nesis shrieked, it was unknown whether it was in anger for being ignored or it was for seeing the Great Desert being unmade before its eyes.
Reacting with a perfect blow from his sword that would leave all in awe, Nesis swung his blade at Bahamut.
The sword’s edge, sharp enough to split quantum strings, flashed upward in an arc that severed Bahamut’s lower jaw clean from his skull.
Bahamut’s cold gaze turned towards Nesis as his falling jaws collapsed into motes of dying starlight and returned to his face, and his grievous injury vanished.
“You shall die for that.”
A voice like the deathly chill at the center of the abyss erged from Bahamut.
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