Chapter 211: Chapter 211: A God’s Arrogance
The throne room of the Kentari Royal Palace was silent, save for the crackle of the residual crimson runic circle burning into the polished silver floor.
Prince Pine cowered on his massive, glowing blue crystal throne. He clutched his scepter, his knuckles white, staring down at Lucifer, Elara, and Lyra.
The twenty massive Xenophage Broodlords stood in a protective crescent around the dais, their biological cannons humming with highly corrosive green bio-plasma.
Pine had just smashed the Blood Pact crystal.
The air pressure inside the grand chamber spiked violently. The temperature skyrocketed. It felt like standing directly over an active volcanic vent.
From the center of the burning crimson rune, a colossal figure emerged.
[System Warning: Divine Avatar Manifested!]
[Entity: Avatar of the God of Fury]
[Level: 85 - Lesser Deity]
[Status: Enraged.]
The Avatar was twenty feet tall, forged entirely of dark, heavy bronze armor that glowed red-hot from the inside.
He carried two massive, jagged battleaxes that dripped with liquid magma. He didn’t have a human face; his helmet was shaped like a roaring, demonic boar with glowing yellow eyes.
The sheer, oppressive weight of his divine presence slammed into the room. It was an aura of pure, unadulterated anger, designed to incite mindless rage and strip away tactical thought.
Prince Pine scrambled to his feet on the dais, practically weeping with relief.
"Destroy them!" Pine wailed, pointing his scepter at Lucifer. "Burn them to ash! They destroyed the Aegis Wall! They killed my brother!"
The Avatar of Fury turned its massive, boar-helmeted head toward the Prince.
"Silence, mortal," the God’s voice boomed. It sounded like grinding metal and roaring flames. "You summon me for pest control? You burn a Blood Pact crystal because your walls fell down?"
"They are not pests!" Pine shrieked indignantly, gesturing wildly at Lucifer. "He is the Warlord of Obsidian! He commands dragons!"
The Avatar slowly turned his burning gaze back to Lucifer.
The God analyzed the dark-armored human. He saw the Warlord’s Level 50 core. He saw the relatively small group of women standing behind him.
The God of Fury threw his head back and laughed. It was a harsh, booming sound of absolute derision.
"A Level 50 mortal," the Avatar scoffed, raising his magma-dripping axes. "You woke me from my slumber to fight a Level 50 mortal? I watched the orbital detonation.
You must be completely exhausted, little Emperor. You spent your massive, stolen mana blowing a hole in a wall, and now you stand before me empty."
Lucifer didn’t activate his aura. He didn’t draw his sword.
He looked at the towering, twenty-foot God of Fury.
"You look tired," Lucifer observed smoothly.
The Avatar froze, his axes pausing in mid-air. "What did you say, insect?"
"You look tired," Lucifer repeated, his voice dropping into the low, echoing rumble of the Void Monarch. He casually crossed his iron gauntlets over his chest. "You are an Avatar. You are projecting your power across dimensions.
You are hiding your true body somewhere in the cosmos because you were too cowardly to fight the Abyss when it breached the Heavens."
Lucifer stepped forward, closing the distance to the burning runic circle.
"And now," Lucifer continued coldly, "you are answering distress calls from a pathetic prince hiding behind bugs. You aren’t a God of Fury. You’re a glorified bodyguard on retainer."
The Avatar roared.
The sheer disrespect was unacceptable. The God of Fury didn’t bother casting a spell. He lunged forward, swinging his massive, magma-dripping right axe in a brutal, horizontal arc aimed directly at Lucifer’s torso.
The strike was fast, carrying the incredible physical force of a Level 85 deity.
Lucifer didn’t dodge. He didn’t use Void Step.
He didn’t even raise his hand to block.
"System," Lucifer commanded softly.
He didn’t draw the Blade of Ruin. He reached into his Dimensional Vault and pulled out a different weapon entirely.
It was a set of weapons he had acquired during the early days of his regression, the Nine Hammers of Doom.
But they were no longer simple iron hammers. During the downtime on Zephyria, King Thrain had taken the artifact and upgraded it in the Aether-Forge, infusing it with raw Star-Metal and the ambient cosmic magic of the Spire.
Lucifer pulled out the Nova-Hammers.
They were nine sleek, aerodynamic, jagged spikes of pure, crackling black Star-Metal. They materialized instantly, hovering in a tight circle around his iron gauntlet.
"Deploy," Lucifer whispered.
He didn’t aim the spikes at the incoming axe. He aimed them at the twenty massive Xenophage Broodlords surrounding the throne.
"Apply the Apex Multiplier to projectile count," Lucifer ordered smoothly. "Ten thousand times."
[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]
[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Nova-Hammer deployment...]
The nine hovering spikes violently duplicated.
In a fraction of a second, ninety thousand jagged, crackling black spikes filled the air of the throne room.
They hovered in a massive, dense cloud of dark matter, completely surrounding Lucifer, the Avatar, the twenty Broodlords, and the cowering Prince.
"What is this magic?!" the Avatar roared, pulling his axe back and raising his arms defensively.
Lucifer didn’t answer. He snapped his fingers.
The ninety thousand Nova-Hammers fired.
It was not a directed volley. It was a chaotic, localized storm of absolute physical violence.
The black spikes ricocheted wildly around the enclosed throne room, bouncing off the indestructible silver walls, the ceiling, and the floor at supersonic speeds.
The twenty Xenophage Broodlords didn’t stand a chance.
The massive, Level 70 bugs were shredded instantly. The heavy Star-Metal spikes punched through their thick green chitin armor effortlessly.
But it wasn’t just physical damage.
Every single strike carried the power granted by Morrigan, the Child of the Abyss.
[Passive Triggered: The Reaper’s Touch.]
[Effect: 5% chance of Instant Erasure per strike.]
With ninety thousand projectiles hitting the bugs thousands of times a second, the mathematical probability was an absolute guarantee.
The Broodlords didn’t bleed. They didn’t fall over.
They simply ceased to exist.
One by one, the massive, fifteen-foot monsters were instantly erased from reality, leaving empty patches of air where they had stood a microsecond before.
The bio-plasma cannons they had been charging vanished without firing a single shot.
Prince Pine shrieked in absolute terror. He threw himself flat on the floor behind his glowing blue crystal throne as the black spikes whizzed inches above his head, turning his massive bodyguard force into nothingness.
The Avatar of Fury roared, swinging his magma axes wildly, desperately trying to swat the incoming projectiles away from his own body.
But there were too many.
The Nova-Hammers slammed into the God’s heavy bronze armor. Hundreds of strikes landed every second.
The Avatar’s health bar plummeted, the dense Star-Metal chipping away at his divine defenses.
But the God was Level 85. He was tough enough to weather the physical storm for a few seconds.
He lowered his axes, preparing to unleash a massive, omnidirectional burst of divine fire to melt the projectiles out of the air.
A single, stray Nova-Hammer bounced off the crystal throne and grazed the side of the Avatar’s boar helmet.
[Passive Triggered: The Reaper’s Touch.]
[Status: Instant Erasure Applied.]
The Avatar of Fury froze.
The massive, twenty-foot projection of the God simply stopped moving. The red-hot glow of the bronze armor instantly died. The magma dripping from his axes turned into gray ash.
The Avatar didn’t explode. It didn’t shatter.
It was deleted.
The massive figure vanished completely, leaving absolutely no trace of its existence in the throne room. The oppressive, burning aura of rage evaporated in a single microsecond.
Lucifer closed his hand.
The remaining Nova-Hammers instantly returned to his Dimensional Vault.
The throne room was completely silent. The twenty Broodlords were gone. The God was gone.
Lucifer stood in the center of the pristine silver floor, completely unharmed. He hadn’t even drawn his sword.
He walked slowly toward the crystal throne.
Prince Pine was curled into a pathetic ball, weeping uncontrollably. He peeked over the edge of the crystal seat, his eyes wide with unadulterated madness.
"He’s gone," Pine gasped, his voice a ragged whisper. "You... you deleted a God."
"I deleted an Avatar," Lucifer corrected smoothly. He stopped at the base of the dais. "The God is currently sitting in his true body somewhere in the cosmos, realizing how close he just came to true death."
Lucifer didn’t raise his hand to cast a spell. He just looked down at the sniveling prince.
"You don’t understand how the game works anymore, Pine," Lucifer said coldly. "The old gods are obsolete."
