Chapter 740: Descent of the Progenitor
Unnamed Battlefield Region
Trefon Continent
Prime World Nienope
December 2nd
Year 1054 (Valmone)
The battlefield was a writhing mass of chaos.
Screams rose in a deafening cacophony, clashing with the thunderous roars of hell hounds and the furious bellows of fighters locked in combat.
The scent of charred flesh filled the air, mingling with the acrid stench of blood—red from the humanoid races, gold from the gods, and white from the angels.
The gods charged into battle with fury, their divinities surging in great waves that sent weaker combatants reeling. Beside them, the angels descended with their bodies encased in powerful light, their weapons carving brilliant arcs through the battlefield. Each swing was a flash of blinding radiance that seared through the ranks of their enemies.
But the Anti-Divine forces were not being overwhelmed.
At the forefront of the humanoid armies battling against the angel-divine alliance, a special vanguard rode atop three-headed hellhounds.
Their mere presence sapped the strength of the divine, while their attacks inflicted wounds that could not be undone.
Recognizing the threat they posed, the gods sought to overwhelm the riders with sheer numbers. But before they could be cut down, human fighters and hellhounds alike charged forward, shielding them with their own lives to ensure as many of these special soldiers as possible remained in the fight.
The humanoids, wielding weapons soaked in the blood of the divine, cut down any who tried to reach their vanguard, while the hellhounds roared loudly as they leapt into the fray, their fangs drawing golden blood.
On a battlefield teeming with millions, this vanguard, though numbering only in the thousands, was invaluable—a cornerstone of the anti-divine forces.
As the special vanguard cut through the ranks of the gods, Infernal Devils joined the fray, striking the angels’ flanks with savage glee as the battlefield descended into a blood-soaked frenzy.
The ground trembled beneath the weight of countless fighters, shaking with the force of colliding weapons and exploding attacks.
And then, without warning, the sky cracked open.
A jagged fissure split the atmosphere apart, rupturing space itself and ending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
The fighters on the ground and in the air stumbled, momentarily frozen by the sheer magnitude of the energy churning above them.
And from the tear in the sky, an army descended.
Countless black dots filled the heavens as they poured downward, a vast legion of soldiers falling like a storm.
At their forefront, descending before them all, was a lone existence—small in stature compared to the thousands behind them, yet utterly impossible to ignore.
Destruction energy radiated from their body in overwhelming waves, distorting the space around them with a suffocating pressure.
Floating above the war-torn land, they cast their gaze upon the world below. And then they spoke.
|I heard from a certain vassal of mine that the situation of the war on this planet hasn’t been too good for them. Now, what kind of Lord would I be if I didn’t assist my vassal in defending his place on his home planet?|
The True Voice thundered across the land, laced with such potent law energy that it sent piercing migraines through the minds of all who heard it.
A crushing pressure descended, the planet’s gravity intensifying and forcing many to their knees.
Shock rippled through the battlefield at the words of this unknown figure who was unmistakably a Higher Existence.
Vassal? What was he talking about?
Yet, among the commanders of both warring factions—the Angel-Divine alliance and the Anti-Divine Resistance—realization struck like a lightning bolt. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they recognized the figure hovering in the sky.
They who kept tabs on Interstellar affairs, who knew the names and powers that dominated the stars, understood all too well who had just arrived.
[That... Progenitor godslayer!!]
[How is he this powerful...?!]
As far as the angel-divine alliance knew, he had only recently become a Transcendent.
So how—how was he exuding the power of a Deity Realm existence already?!
Among the special vanguard of the anti-divine resistance, the godslayers on the battlefield, some recognized him instantly.
They had fought under his command on other worlds where he had summoned them, and they could never forget the surge of power his mere presence granted them—how it allowed them to slay more enemies, level up more, and return with the power they desperately needed to continue the fight on their home world.
Even those who had never been summoned before—who had only heard the stories—now felt those tales become reality. Their drained energies were replenished, and their strength surged simply because he was hovering in the broken sky.
A cheer erupted from them as they knew exactly who the ’Vassal’ he spoke of was.
And the Vassal himself—Stelan Adrovach, one of the commanders of the anti-divine resistance—was frozen still, his jaw slack as he stared at the figure in the sky.
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
’This... This is what he meant when he said he was ’coming over’?!’
Never, not in his wildest expectations, had he anticipated an entire army.
The three-headed hellhound Stelan rode let out a thunderous roar, joined by the chorus of other hellhounds that had come to recognize Arthur after being summoned by him multiple times.
Their deafening cries blended with the triumphant cheers of the godslayers, sending a wave of renewed morale through the ranks of the anti-divine resistance.
The humans and elves of the anti-divine resistance, emboldened by the sight of their reinforcements, raised their weapons high, while in stark contrast, the morale of the angel-divine alliance took a nosedive.
And then, the progenitor in the sky spoke once more.
Then, the Progenitor in the sky spoke.
|Hear this declaration.
This war shall end with the EXPULSION of all ’divine’ from this world.|
The battlefield erupted in an even louder chorus of battle cries.
For years, the divines and angels of this world had ruled with oppression, keeping the non-divines under their control.
When the first godslayers grew strong enough to challenge them, the gods, fearing their rise, attempted to wipe them out. But the anti-divine resistance, who had been biding their time for decades, took them in, sparking the war of Prime World Nienope.
Now, with the renowned Progenitor of godslayers arriving to aid them, the resistance commanders silently praised their decision to allow Stelan to take godslayers and hellhounds to Arthur’s side time and time again.
Silver hair glinting under the torn sky, and heterochromatic eyes alight with law energy, Arthur bellowed his command.
|godslayers!!! Your progenitor commands you—FIGHT!!|
Resounding war cries erupted as the godslayers felt the power of his Authority surge through them.
When fighting under the command of the Progenitor, all godslayers received a power boost of up to 50%!
Fuelled by this surge of energy, they roared and charged forward as the vanguard.
During the battles of Aramis and Toverus, Arthur had only summoned a little over a hundred of the thousands of godslayers on this world.
For a world with a population in the billions, a few thousand godslayers might not seem significant. But given how young the godslayer race was, their numbers were already remarkable.
Without a doubt, this planet boasted the highest number of godslayers in the galaxy.
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|Anti-Divine Resistance Army of Nienope! I grant you my blessing of Anti-Divinity!|
A silver light burst forth from his body, washing over the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers—excluding the infernal devils—were engulfed in its radiance as Arthur’s words echoed through the air.
|Your blades shall strike faster against the divine.
They shall strike harder against the divine.
And they shall pierce the hearts of the divine!|
His voice echoed across the battlefield as the resistance army charged forward, their battle cries clashing with the desperate shouts of the gods as they fought back.
Arthur turned to the demon commanders behind him and spoke.
"You’ve all received your orders from the Demon Kings."
He gestured toward the distant angelic army approaching from afar, advancing to reinforce the angel-divine resistance, and said.
"Have at them."
The demons needed no further encouragement.
Ever eager to spill angelic blood, they charged towards the approaching army. The skies erupted in chaos as another battle unfolded above, angels and demons clashing in a spectacle of light and darkness.
Suddenly, a series of overwhelming auras descended upon the war-torn land.
Arthur silently turned towards their source, his expression unchanged. He’d been expecting this.
Nienope was a Prime World, and naturally, it had Deity Realm rulers who would not stand idly by as the war turned against them.
Arthur was aware of this, and he was also aware that none of them were capable of defeating him as he was now.
Cosmic energy bent to his will, flooding the skies with a silver radiance. The Deity Realm angels and gods stared in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.
’How?!’
That was the collective question racing through their heads.
Just days ago, he had only been a Transcendent. How could he now wield the power of a SUPERIOR Half-Deity?
Facing them, Arthur extended his hands.
His two swords materialized—one wreathed in overwhelming Anti-Divinity, the other engulfed in destructive energy so potent that merely sensing it made one’s existence feel imperilled.
|Extreme Nothingness Authority.
Anti-Divine Gravity Authority.|
Without hesitation, he charged at the Deity Realm gods and angels.
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Arthur had told the Demon Kings he would handle Nienope’s situation in 30 days.
It took him half that time to achieve complete victory.
And on that day, the Valmone Universe’s first godslayer Lord was born.
