Chương 104: Chapter 97: Salvation
"What are you going to do now, My Lord." Albedo asked.
"Now.."Arthur paused for a bit as he looked at the surrounding. "It's time for salvation. But before that, all the Guardians, Co-gurdians, and their troops must return to Nazarick."
Albedo nodded, her expression one of unwavering loyalty. "As you command, my Lord," she replied, her voice tinged with reverence. "We shall return at once and prepare for your arrival."
With a wave of his hand, Arthur dismissed the Guardians and Co-gurdians, watching as they vanished in flashes of light, returning to the safety of Nazarick.
After all the Nazarick troops vanished from his site, Arthur turned around and changed to his Angels Avatar.
As Arthur's Angel avatar emerged, his brilliant white wings spread across the blood-soaked field, casting a radiant glow upon the devastation below. But even as he basked in the majesty of his transformation, a series of voices began to echo in his mind, the voices of the victims of his actions.
"what have I done to deserve this?" one voice cried out, filled with anguish and despair.
Another voice, tinged with sorrow, pleaded, "Why, my son, why him?"
"Please spare my family from this suffering," begged a third voice, the desperation palpable in every word.
"I accept my fate, just end my life from this suffering," the voice declared, its words a solemn acceptance of the inevitable.
"Please not my daughter."
"What have we done to deserve this."
"Please let me see my family, One last time."
A chorus of prayers and pleas for mercy filled Arthur's mind, each one a testament to the suffering and pain he had caused.
A single drop of Golden tear flow from his eyes as he heard the prayer. As an angel he got emotions especially empathy, which other Avatar didn't have.
[Sir, Are sure of what you are to do. If you do that you won't able to use it's full ability.] Friday asked.
"Yes, Friday," he replied, his voice firm with determination. "I follow what my heart tell and my heart is tell me to do this and so I am going to do it."
[Sir, you do know that seeking redemption is not going to change what you done, Right.]
"I am not seeking for forgiveness, Friday." He said a he took a little tree like object—the Heart of YGGDRASILL. "I am just doing what my heart is telling me and its not like this is going to change the final outcome."
[But you are going to miss your chance to become invincible, Sir.]
"Invincible is just a word, Friday. And it's not I am completely missing it, I can still achieve it if I want."
As Arthur held the Heart of YGGDRASILL in his hand, a sense of solemnity washed over him. The artifact pulsed with a faint golden light, its power resonating with the very essence of the world.
As he planted the Heart of YGGDRASILL in the center of the battlefield, a ripple of energy surged outward, spreading across the blood-soaked ground like a wave. The faint golden light emanating from the artifact grew brighter, illuminating the darkness with its ethereal glow.
Beneath Arthur's feet, the earth trembled as the Heart of YGGDRASILL began to take root. Its roots delved deep into the soil, intertwining with the very essence of the land. With each passing moment, the artifact pulsated with renewed vitality, infusing the surrounding area with a sense of peace and tranquility.
As the golden light bathed the battlefield, the cries of the fallen faded away, replaced by a solemn silence. The air was thick with reverence as Arthur stood before the Heart of YGGDRASILL.
Soon, delicate green shoots emerged from the soil, unfurling into vibrant leaves that danced in the gentle breeze. Each leaf represented a new world, a fresh beginning born from the ashes of billions.
After planting Heart of YGGDRASILL, Arthur took out a world level item, the same item, which he used for destroying Asgard—the infinity stones.
As Arthur held the infinity stones in his hand, their power crackled and surged with a cosmic energy that seemed to bend the very fabric of reality. With a determined expression, he raised the stones high above his head.
"I wish for the reincarnation of all the humans, demi-humans, dragons, and all living beings who were involved in the war and bear the burden of their actions (good ones), to be reborn in one of the worlds sprouting from the leaves of Yggdrasill," Arthur declared, his voice ringing out with authority.
"A world where they are free," he proclaimed, his tone echoing with the fervent desire for liberation. "A world where they can hope," he added, his voice infused with the promise of a brighter tomorrow. "A world where they don't have to kneel to anybody," he declared, his words tinged with defiance against tyranny and oppression. "a world where they can find peace, where they can embrace a peaceful death with their loved ones surrounding them to send them off with love and honor." he concluded, his voice softening with compassion and empathy for the countless souls who had suffered and perished in the war.
With his heartfelt wish imbued with the power of the infinity stones, Arthur unleashed a wave of cosmic energy that enveloped the battlefield, carrying with it the seeds of hope and renewal.
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With this the volume 2: Bloody war and Destroyer is over.
Just a small note: The heart of YGGDRASILL was supposed to plant on dimensional gap which will destroy this world, that's why Arthur planted the world tree on new world, which cost him the chance to become invincible but if he destroy this world then he can be become, you know, all powerful.
But considering that he has the destructive demon Avatar, I don't think any one can defeat him.
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Chương 105: Chapter 98: Absolute Evil
As time flowed relentlessly onward, the horror of the last great war gradually faded into the annals of history, becoming memories etched into the collective consciousness of the new civilizations that emerged from the ashes of conflict.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into years, and years into decades, as the survivors of the war labored tirelessly to rebuild their shattered world.
From the ruins of the old, new civilizations arose, each one a testament to the resilience and tenacity of the human spirit. Cities sprung up from the earth, towering monuments to the ingenuity and determination of those who sought to carve out a new destiny for themselves. Yet, with progress came challenges, and the road to recovery was fraught with obstacles and setbacks.
As the centuries passed, the world witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, each one leaving its mark upon the tapestry of history.
Empires rose to power, only to crumble beneath the weight of their own hubris, while others flourished in the shadows, their secrets lost to the sands of time.
Through it all, humanity persevered, driven by an unyielding desire to forge a brighter future for themselves and their descendants.
Amidst the ebb and flow of civilization, a new dawn began to rise in the dimensional gap, a realm untouched by the passage of time.
Here, in the vast expanse of the void, the seeds of new life began to take root, nurtured by the cosmic energies left over from heart of Yggdrisill and Infinity stones.
The first being to emerge from this primordial void was a dragon, born from the very concept of Infinity itself.
It was a creature of immense power, its form twisting and shifting with the chaotic energies that surrounded it.
The people of this new world named it the Ouroboros, Infinite Dragon God, representing infinity, chaos, and nothingness.
But the dragon was not alone in this new realm of existence. From the depths of the cosmic void emerged another entity, born from the concept of dreams, representing dream and Illusion.
The people called it, the great red, The Glorious Red God of Dreams.
After the creation these two being, from the primordial chaos emerged beings of pure energy, their forms shifting and evolving with each passing moment.
The first of these divine beings was born from the essence of creation itself, a deity known as the Creator, who possessed the power to shape worlds and breathe life into existence.
Next came the Guardian, a stalwart defender tasked with safeguarding the balance of the cosmos and protecting the realms from threats both within and without.
Then there was the Oracle, a being of profound wisdom and foresight, who guided mortals on their journey through life and revealed the secrets of the universe.
Following them was the Herald, a messenger of divine will who traversed the planes of existence, delivering prophecies and declarations to all who would listen.
And finally, there emerged the Weaver, a master of fate and destiny who wove the threads of time into intricate patterns, shaping the course of history itself.
Together, these divine beings formed the different pantheon of gods worshipped by the inhabitants of the world.
Each deity played a vital role in the keeping peace and order, their actions and influence shaping the destiny of all who dwelled within their domain.
Some of this god becoming the overseer of Yggdrasill and called themselves Nordic god.
Others, seeking to carve out their own domains, created heavens of their own, ruling over them with absolute authority.
These celestial realms became sanctuaries for those who sought peace and enlightenment, places where mortals and immortals alike could find solace in the embrace of divine grace.
As the worship of these gods spread throughout the realms, their names became synonymous with power and authority, their deeds celebrated in myths and legends passed down through the ages.
Thus staring the Age of God era.
Mortals and immortals alike whispered their names in reverence, seeking their guidance and protection in times of need.
But amidst the ever-changing tapestry of existence, the memory of the war that had ravaged the world remained etched in the minds of all who had witnessed it.
The suffering and destruction wrought by the Great God, the Greed Kings, and the Ancient One served as a sobering reminder of the fragility of life and the consequences of unchecked ambition.
In honor of those who had perished and those who had survived, the people of the world came together to write a book, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of hope.
The book, titled "Chronicles of the Fallen," began with a solemn verse, a prophecy passed down through the generations:
"Everything you see is created by him, everything you feel is his mercy, everything you heard is his voice. Everln your happiness, your sadness, your pain, your joy, your despair, your hope, your love, your hatred, your triumphs, your failures, your dreams, your nightmares—all of it, his creation, his will."
"For he is the Primordial Annihilator, the Lord of Eternal Despair. He is the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega. He is the one who shapes the destinies of worlds, the one who determines the fates of gods and mortals alike."
"Whenever the world was plagued with war and suffering, he would come forth from the shadows, a harbinger of destruction and despair, and destroy this world once again."
"For he is Ancient One, The Absolute Evil."
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