RoleplayNovel Chapter 222: End?
Chapter 222: End?
"You cannot kill me. I have synchronized my very soul with Gloria’s world core. If my heart stops beating, the mortal realm will instantly implode. Gloria, your precious sanctuary, and every single one of your beloved wives will completely collapse into nothingness."
Emperion paused. The titan did not fear the destruction of the mortal plane anymore, but he knew what those women meant to the human emperor standing beside him. He did not press down any harder, waiting instead for his new sovereign to make the call.
Adonis Kingsbane did not flinch.
"You really are a pathetic bureaucrat, Ascalon. You think like a pathetic dog. Did you truly believe I would storm the peak of heaven without securing my own kingdom first?"
Ascalon’s smile faltered, "What are you talking about? No mortal magic can sever a world core synchronization. The moment I die, they die."
"I am not a mere mortal, and I do not rely on your flawed arts," Adonis replied coldly.
"Before I delivered the final strike to break your precious barrier, I used My Sky Palace to execute a total planetary evacuation. When I sent Sirius back through the portal, it was not just to save her life. It was the signal."
He leaned forward, his face inches away from Ascalon’s terrified gaze.
"The moment Sirius landed, the Sky Palace was activated. It is an ancient architectural artifact floating within an isolated, pocket dimension entirely separate from Gloria’s physical reality. Right now, all my wives and children are sitting safely inside the grand hall. Every single one of my sons and daughters, along with the entire population of my sanctuary, has been safely transferred into a realm you cannot touch. Gloria is nothing but an empty, rocky shell. Go ahead and blow it up. I can always build a new world."
Ascalon’s face turned completely pale. The final, desperate leverage he held had evaporated into thin air. He had spent 10,000 years calculating every cosmic variable, yet he had completely failed to realize that
Adonis valued his family enough to move heaven and earth, quite literally, to ensure their safety before the final battle.
"No," Ascalon trembled with genuine horror. "No, that is impossible! The spatial energy required to move a population that size would require the power of a supreme god!"
"My wives gave me that power. Their absolute devotion is a well that never runs dry. You wanted a wrecking ball, Ascalon. But you forgot that a wrecking ball leaves nothing behind."
Adonis raised his Chaos Blade high into the air.
BUZZZZZZZZZZ!
The black flame of the void and the vibrant pink energy of the harem force swirled together, creating a massive vortex of destructive power that completely blotted out the remaining light of the golden heavens.
"Emperion," Adonis commanded sharply. "End this."
"With absolute pleasure, my Emperor," Emperion roared.
The titan king raised his massive right fist, infusing it with the raw, primordial kinetic force of the deep abyss.
Rumble!
The air around his arm violently distorted, crackling with grey and black lightning.
Ascalon thrashed beneath the titan’s boot, desperately trying to summon a single blade of golden light, but his broken divine rapier lay shattered several yards away.
He was completely powerless, stripped of his illusions, his shields, and his arrogance.
"Wait! Adonis! Emperion! We can rebuild the system together!" Ascalon screamed as the shadow of death loomed over him. "You need me to stabilize the firmaments! You will destroy everything!"
"We are apocalypse, remember?" Adonis shouted over the roaring wind. "We do not stabilize. We conquer!"
Adonis brought the Chaos Blade down in a brutal, vertical arc at the exact same moment Emperion slammed his massive fist downward.
CRACK!
The double strike was catastrophic.
Adonis’s blade pierced straight through Ascalon’s chest, cleanly severing his divine core, while Emperion’s fist crushed the Sword God’s head into the white gold floor.
The destruction energy sent shockwave of golden blood, black void energy, and pink flames erupted from the impact zone, ripping through the grand courtyard like a nuclear blast.
CRAAAAACK!
The main palace of the Golden Heavens began to split down the middle. And the towering white gold pillars snapped like twigs, collapsing into the sea of ruin below.
The massive halo of divine energy hovering above the citadel shattered into a million jagged shards, raining down across the central plaza.
[System Notification: Godly Entity Ascalon has been eradicated.]
[The Era of the Golden Heavens has concluded.]
The administrative pillar of the universe was dead. The platinum sky above the God Realm immediately began to curdle, turning a sickening shade of bruised purple and ash grey as the artificial laws of absolute order started to rapidly unravel.
Adonis stood amidst the falling debris, his chest heaving slightly as he drew the Abyssal Blade out of the dissolving remains of the god. The dark energy of the void slowly receded into his veins, leaving his eyes to return to their natural, piercing violet color.
He then looked over at Emperion, who was staring at his bloody knuckles with a look of profound, emotional relief.
"It is finally over," Emperion whispered, his massive shoulders slumping slightly.
"The Supreme lier is dead. The titans are avenged."
However, efore the dust could even settle, the air in the ruined courtyard began to crackle with panicked elemental energy.
The protective domes that the lesser deities had hidden behind were bursting all across the Godlands. Without Ascalon’s central terminal to maintain the boundaries, the entire God Realm was rapidly deflating like a punctured balloon.
Flash! Flash! Flash!
Dozens of lesser and major gods materialized at the edge of the ruined plaza. They were no longer floating majestically; they were stumbling over the broken rocks, their pristine robes stained with soot and debris.
At the front of the crowd was Ignis, the God of Fire, his flaming beard flickering erratically with fear. Beside him was Astra, the Goddess of Fate, her eyes wide with total hysteria as she stared at the empty space where Ascalon and Primus had once stood.
"Heavens! He is really dead," Astra shrieked, clutching her head in her hands. "The Sword God is gone! The Primus of Death is gone! The central core of the Godlands is completely vulnerable!"
Ignis stepped forward, his trembling hands pointing at Adonis.
"Mortal! Look at what your mindless violence has caused! The God Realm is collapsing into the void! The floating continents are already colliding! You have the power of the abyss, use it to stabilize the pillars immediately! You must take Ascalon’s place and hold the realm!"
Adonis’ cold gaze froze the God of Fire in his tracks.
The millions of exiled horrors behind Adonis let out a collective, terrifying growl, their weapons scraping against the broken floor.
"Are you ordering me, little spark?" Adonis asked, his voice dangerously low.
"Yes. We are ordering you to save reality!" the God of Thunder shouted from the back of the crowd, though he took a hasty step backward when Emperion glared at him.
"If the God Realm falls, we will all drift aimlessly in the empty cosmos forever! You live in this universe too, Kingsbane!"
"I do not live in your universe," Adonis retorted, "I conquered it. When I was bleeding on the floor, you cowards watched from your windows. When Primus and Ascalon used me as a tool to clear out your basement, you stayed silent. Now that your golden cage is breaking, you expect me to become your new stabilizer?"
"You must, Adonis Kingbane!" Astra wept, falling to her knees. "It is the only way to save the cosmic structure!"
"Let it rot. Your paradise was built on stolen blood and recycled souls anyway. It is an ugly, stagnant factory. I have absolutely no interest in saving this shit."
"No. You cannot just leave us here! We are the supreme beings of this universe!"
"Then find a way to fly," Adonis threw the words over his shoulder without stopping. "Emperion, recall the vanguard. We are leaving these parasites to drift."
"HA HA HA..."
The titan king let out a booming laugh that completely drowned out the gods’ protests. He raised his heavy arms, signaling the millions of exiled horrors to withdraw.
The gods could only watch in utter despair as their final hope for stability walked away, leaving them to face the slow, agonizing death of their beautiful, artificial world.
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Adonis stepped through the pocket dimension boundary, leaving the screaming deities and the collapsing God Realm far behind.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he was welcomed by the clean air of the Sky Palace.
"Adonis!"
A chorus of familiar, beautiful voices echoed across the grand courtyard of the palace.
Before he could even lower his sword, a streak of black and crimson feathers blurred past his vision.
Sirius slammed directly into his chest, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder.
She was crying tears of pure relief, her leathery wings wrapped around his waist.
"I knew you would come back," Sirius sobbed, her fangs lightly grazing his skin. "I told them you would never lose."
Adonis pulled her cheeks.
"Of course I came back. I had a promise to keep."
The rest of his wives rushed down the palace steps.
Mariana, Claudia, Millia, Isabella, Valentina, and Sapphira surrounded him in an instant.
Their faces filled with a mixture of tears, joy, and profound relief.