Bab 1066: Enter the Myriad Gods
Poised upon my throne for a long while, allowing my anger to fester, I rose, if not stormed to my feet, and flashed from the palace grounds to the outside, staring at the dead laws surrounding this base towards the hundred-thousand soldiers marching over a few million kilometers away.
Anger flaring akin to a trembling volcano, a vortex of spiraling darkness splintered the laws around me, transporting me to the end of the Eben forest or what was left of the forest after the Holy Spirits' attack.
Hellfire practically flared from the back of my throat, distorting Heaven whilst withering the earth. The army of men and women, carrying the insignia of the moon and sword, all became armed as divinity flared.
"Arsene Snow!" Some of the Gods beneath my feet muttered, their souls trembling to my killing intent.
The warmth over my cheeks crept away in fear leaving only death incarnate. Noctom flashed into my palm, bathing in dark nodes of storm light.
"Attack! ATTACK!!!" Howled the guards below. " Ready the Cannons Arm the—"
Commands echoing, the Crest of the Sin of Abyssal Pride, filled my eyes, empowering me to such a degree that I felt my body grow stiff. Viens painfully throbbed, threatening to burst at the divinity coursing through me.
I had fought a paragon. I had fought many of them. Killed Gods of various levels. I even faced the Holy Spirit and survived. My body is capable of adapting to anything. I've more hax than a two-dollar whores body count. And yet… And yet these little insects dare to invade my borders?
I employed the Concept of Supremacy and Eternity. And my blood-red eyes blazed as Noctem swept in a graceful horizontal arc; intent left my spear alongside storm light and struck against the army.
Death whipped over my eyes like a violent whirlwind as the enemy beneath my feet became atomized in but a second. There was no begging, no moaning, no signs of regret, only glistening shimmers of stardust and the utter devastation that tore apart the surface of Iluthath, splintering the earth, as my spear light created a canyon over two parsecs in length.
Billions of lives became lost instantly, wiped from the wheel of reincarnation as I gathered their souls into my palm.
"We'll see how you fare against a fucking devil. I'll kill you all. Challenge me? Me! Sharla! Where is the closest kingdom not under my control?"
Appearing by my side on one knee, she spoke. " Destroyed my Lord. You killed dozen of allied kingdoms as well as enemy kingdoms."
I spat. " Then where is the next enemy kingdom?"
"Towards the far east. There is a major kingdom of—"
Exploding off the air, I pierced through the clouds at such a speed the friction of space clawed at my body like air pressure, erupting in fractured laws as I came upon a large kingdom bathed in light.
Wardings of multicolored radiance seemed to cover this foreign kingdom's skies as I stared dead at the enemy.
They were ready to face me. No… that's not it. They felt the power of my earlier strike and prepared for the worse. Unfortunately, my single attack will never fade with the Concept of Eternity. It will remain at the peak, while your wardings will fade.
"Hold your blade, Demon!"
Hearing a strange voice, I didn't recognize Noctem erupted in a blazing of dark Abyssal Flames, shredding the laws to dust, resulting in clusters of Dead Laws. A draconic roar echoed from Heaven and earth as I called upon little Ty's blessing.
The light became damned, leaving only eternal night as my attunement to darkness and Hell seemed to merge into the divinity that took shape into a noble dragon covered in a blaze of flames.
I struck.
Noctem and I tore downwards with the bellowing dragon upon my spear and struck against the barrier, daring to block my path.
"NO!" Came the same voice from earlier, startling me a little as a cry from on high echoed.
Flames of Abyss Night stormed Heaven and Earth as they tore through the barrier, but just as the warding cracked like an egg, a newfound power exploded, blasting me out of the skies.
I swept through skies far into space as blood rippled out of my arm in streams.
"I said, hold, boy!"
"PRIDE!" I howled, glaring at the newcomer, stepping out of a spiraling vortex.
Suddenly thirty-three chimes of glass shattering echoed through my ears. Time froze over this Fourth Heaven, and as the laws receded and bent, twisting like strings, they shattered at the sheer might of my words as a spear, a blade black as the deepest night, demonic as the deadliest pit of Hell, congealed in my palm.
Fear splintered the air, but as the Concept of Supremacy took hold of my Pride, its aura exploded in a nightmare of hell light.
"Die." I howled, cleaving Pride downwards.
I didn't even see what happened, nor did I care, but by the time the radiance of light entered my eyes, the God that had blocked my strike was gone, leaving only fragments of his destroyed soul.
"..."
"... Arsene…" The voice of Lily rang out.
"..."
Staring at the void, at the light of the Bed of Chaos fade into nothingness, my jaw dropped as I felt souls, billions, trillions, quadrillions, quintillions, sextillions, septillions, octillion all race into Pride.
The radiance of the Bed of Chaos began to dim like a flickering candle.
"Arsene… you… you… my God…. You killed a Myriad God! And destroyed five percent of the Bed of Chaos." She went on utterly stupified.
Looking down at Pride devouring souls streaming in, I couldn't help but shudder at what I had done. Did… Did… Did I just use the power that comes from the 33 Heavens? Is this the power of Supremacy?
My soul practically froze in fear as my soul ran cold.
"I… I shouldn't have this power! How…"
"Pride is a weapon with the base power of the 33rd Heaven. It'll climb higher in rank the better the user is at feeding it. But you just—"
"I took ninety-nine percent of the blow." A disheveled Zariel said, appearing by my side. Clothe rustled and torn. He glared at me. " You realize I'm not the only God of Order, right? While I'm at the top of the food chain, some will go against my will to kill you. I can't always protect. Think! You, bloody idiot."
He snapped his finger towards the torn Bed of Chaos. "Do you know how many rules you just broke? Do you know how much hot shit I'm in! How much paperwork is this? Damn it, A—"
"Tenebrous." I swiftly corrected, knowing he was about to use my name when I recalled my deal with Tenebrae.
Zariel paused, and his eyes widened and contracted. "You…" He shook his head. "Brother, your a grown man. But I can't control your power anymore. I can't protect you as much as I'd like. You need to be aware of your power."
"That bad?" I whispered, bewildered by his dismay.
"The man you killed was a priest from the Cathedral of Eternal Flames; he was from the thirty-first, Heaven. Look, I'm a little busy with Mephisto. Just try to stay out of trouble. Fuck. You really like making enemies."
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
Lord_Damocles
Lord_Damocles The concept of Supremacy puts any object at the peak of its current realm, but if the object has a base limit of, let's say, the fifth Heaven, it'll reach the peak of that said Heaven.
So Arsene's strike was at the 'peak' of the 33rd heaven.
Hadiah
-- Hadiah diterima Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
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