Without further delay, beneath the signal of the lady crowned in silver, each of them wielded sleek, ethereal longbows that materialized mysteriously in their grasp. "Formation!" she commanded. With impeccable discipline and training, they swiftly transford their disordered arrangent into a striking five-pronged pincer formation, with the lady leading the charge.
"Hmm, the Feather Clan's God-Trapping Heavenly Arrow Formation, always a picture of elegance," the heretic god remarked in a composed tone. "Sadly, it's utterly futile against ."
Undaunted by his words, the silver-crowned lady chanted an incantation in an ancient tongue, to Damien's ears, resembling the enchanting chorus of ten thousand birds. She ascended further during the entire ritual. "The mont is ripe for the plucking. Fire at , now!"
Over ten thousand Feather Clan troops readied their gleaming white arrows, drawing them taut against their bowstrings and releasing them in unison. For an instant, darkness eclipsed the radiant sun as the volley of magical arrows blotted out the sky. However, their target was not the Heretic God. Instead, they aid for the lady with the silvery crown. She had no intention of dodging. As the arrows ca to a halt, all Damien could see was the lady, adorned with arrows like a majestic porcupine, crimson-golden blood trickling from every puncture. Against gravity's pull, her blood coalesced in her left palm, solidifying into a sleek, bluish longbow.
"Well, well, well, you've reached the stage of God's Blood manifestation," the Heretic God clapped, offering honest praise. "Alright, share your na with , and I'll claim you as my mistress."
Wearing a disdainful expression, she retorted, "Don't even entertain the thought, foul creature. But do rember this na, Silpha Naya'il, the Great Priestess of the White Feather Clan. When I send your God Soul to the Purgatory Realm, the One Billion Eyes monster may question your untily end." Her voice exuded regal authority and an aura of purity.
Listening to her, Damien realized, "So, even an omnipotent being like him can et his end, I suppose."
"My demise, ho-ho-ho, Silpha Naya'il, the Great Priestess of the White Feather Clan. What a beautiful na. I shall rember it. Now, show what you're made of," the heretic god declared, sealing the challenge with a series of intricate hand gestures and a pointed cry.
"Divine Monochro, here, here, here..." As he pointed in seven directions, ten enigmatic grayish spheres manifested, imprisoning ti and space within them. Throughout this process, Damien remained fixated on the Heretic God's left eye, where nine rings twirled in a precise pattern. It was the sa Monochro technique Damien had employed when triggering the ti freeze, but now, he had a newfound revelation, a deeper understanding of this ocular technique.
The seven monochros materialized between the Heretic God and the Feather Clan troops. For reasons unknown, after unleashing their arrows, all within the God Trapping Formation appeared blurred to Damien's eyes. "Ah, it's as if they stand in an entirely different realm—a separate ti continuum! And they all seem to wield mastery over the Ti Law!" Damien observed, pondering the concept of Fourth-Dinsional beings. Only the lady with the silver crown and the Heretic God occupied the sa ti and space. Silpha Naya'il gripped the bluish longbow vertically with her left hand, her right hand reaching for the string, and she began to pull. Ten arrows that had impaled her legs vanished magically, leaving a gleaming black arrow with its tail on the string and its arrowhead aid squarely at her opponent. "Unleash!" She released the arrow.
The arrow soared through the air, transforming into a sinuous serpent, hurtling at breakneck speed toward the closest gray monochro to Lady Silpha Naya'il. Astonishingly, the serpent arrow pierced through the monochro, shattering it into countless fragnts, defying Damien's expectations. Witnessing this, the Heretic God displayed a look of sheer amazent. He waved his hand, and just as the serpent destroyed another monochro, the nine rings in his Left God Eye spun, rging two monochros into one.
Yet, this failed to halt the uncanny arrow in the form of the eerie serpent; it continued on its path, disintegrating another monochro into particles.
"Hmph! All rged!" the Heretic God exclaid, clenching his fist. Consequently, the remaining four monochros coalesced into one. This ti, the serpent arrow managed to penetrate it with minimal resistance. Damien, with his keen eye, observed the intense struggle between ti and space within the monochro. The serpent arrow's speed dwindled until it was on the verge of halting.
Just as it was about to cease, Silpha Naya'il uttered, "Spin it for ."
The serpent transford back into a black arrow, began to spin, and gradually overca the formidable laws of ti and space that the monochro represented. A long zigzag crack ford horizontally, spreading in all directions and shattering into innurable tiny fragnts. Bang!
A black serpent slithered through the debris, making a beeline for the Heretic God's neck.
"Hmph!" He snorted, seizing it with his bare hand. The serpent struggled to escape his grasp but couldn't. It alternated between the form of a black arrow and a serpent, gradually losing its energy until it dissolved into dust particles.
With renewed interest, the Heretic God regarded the lady and spoke calmly, "I truly underestimated your strength, High Priestess Silpha Naya'il. You're almost on par with the Head Priestess. And now, you've captured my attention, prompting to engage you seriously."
"Oh, is that so? Well then, let the real battle begin," Silpha Naya'il declared as fifty arrows vanished from her legs, coalescing into three arrows poised and ready on her longbow.
The Heretic God's right God Eye blazed with intensity as a ring, spun at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he materialized right before her. "Impressive, Silpha Naya'il," he said with a wicked grin. "But can you truly withstand the might of a god?"
Silpha Naya'il t his gaze with unwavering determination. "I've faced gods before, and I've seen them fall," she replied, her voice laced with confidence. "You won't be an exception."
The Heretic God's grin widened as he launched a powerful punch aid squarely at her head.
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