The Primordial Record-Novel

573  The Might Of A High God

The distance that separated the two forces was more than a hundred thousand miles in length, effectively making this area the entire field of battle.

That distance could be crossed in a few seconds, and in a short while, it was filled with a vast amount of creatures of all shapes and sizes, as if spewed from the mouths of hell.

Entire armies grown, nurtured, and sustained by the gods for countless ages were brought forward. These armies were meant to spread their glorious names to all of creation, but now they were to do something equally as important…it was to fight for their gods.

The arrival of the Spirit Matrix Gate had destroyed more than eighty percent of the forces of the gods inside their Divine Kingdom, but without holding back on their Divine Essence, a fresh batch was created, exceeding the previous amounts every god had gathered.

The Cerulean Gods were going all out and were no longer thinking about their foundation, this was a threat to their very existence and every hidden weapon was taken out. There was no concern about maintaining a balanced power structure, and every god was free to unleash all the taboo powers they had collected over their long years.

The appearance of so many mystical energies was changing reality, spreading toward the worlds and stars for billions of miles, leading to the death of countless lives.

If this war did not end in time, the toll on mortal life would be catastrophic.

Perhaps if Rowan had experienced more time as a mortal, this death toll would have ravaged his mind, shattering his sanity, but this was a war between immortals, and such concerns were far from their radar.

Every mortal life could be replaced in a blink of an eye. What if it took millions or even billions of years? It was all the same, they all came from dust, and to dust they shall return.

Suriel led the charge, and the three Archangels followed behind, before them appeared an army of hellish proportions, as billions of life forms appeared accompanied by the flashes of light from dozens of Divine Gates opening to their full sizes.

"They all die here." Suriel's cold and deep voice sounded, "Leave no one standing. The Creator's Light dwells in all of us and our will is unshakable, bring these vermin to heel, crush their spirits, and offer their souls to the Creator!"

The first clash between the Archangels and the flood of beasts brought a low thumping sound like a heartbeat, as a bright light flashed, but was drowned out as billions of gallons of blood and other bodily fluids arose into the air.

The first resistance mounted by the gods was useless, but all this was just to buy time, even a single second exchanged by the death of all these creatures was worth it.

Tenma was standing behind the gods, and he pulled his arms apart as he raised them above him, the two Grand Formations manifested, drawn from the depths of the planet, and brought to this field of battle, instead of activating them he did something different.

With a scream of pure rage, Tenma began to disassemble the Formations, this brought out mighty blasts of power and energy on a massive scale that resembled an exploding supernova, and opening his mouth wide, he began to swallow this energy.

In his eyes were tears of blood.

Behind him further up into space, the gates of his Divine Kingdom began to open, and it was massive, dwarfing all the combined gates of the entire gods here. It was the color of darkness and as Tenma swallowed more energy, it grew bigger, until it dwarfed everything present here.

The entire Cerulean Galaxy was rocked by a series of tremors as the Divine Kingdom of Tenma revealed itself, and the burning stars began to go dark, as the entirety of the occupied worlds fell into darkness.

From afar, it was as if the entire Cerulean Galaxy had vanished, and this began to draw attention from the rest of the universe as a portion of the stars in all their skies had winked off.

This was the true fury of a High God as Tenma was no longer hiding his station.

A power like this was seldom unleashed in the universe.

A chill wind blew out from the Divine Kingdom, and a loud shriek emerged, followed by another, and soon the sound emanating from Tenma's Divine Kingdom covered the entire battlefield.

The first creature that stepped out was non-assuming, it resembled a middle-aged man wearing rustic clothes like a villager, but that ended when he suddenly opened his mouth and shrieked like a demented crow.

His mouth stretched open until it reached his ears, and his jaws split open to the side, peeling back until his chest, revealing a cavernous maw filled with hundreds of shark-like teeth, there were many throbbing tubes and veins inside this hellish mouth, and the most terrifying detail here was that the power emanating from his body was nearing those of a Minor god!

Behind him another woman stepped through, similar in appearance to the man, and soon thousands, and then tens of thousands of these creatures stepped forth, holding the shapes of men, women, and children.

All of them with the power of Minor gods or close to it!

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If the Cerulean gods thought for a moment that their armies of billions would be able to delay these golden giants then they were wrong.

They were barely delayed, as each of them wrapped their bodies in their Celestial flames which originated from their hearts. Every heart of an Archangel was a Celestial Sun, providing them energies that dwarfed those of the gods by an order of magnitudes.

These flames when fed with enough energy burned with so much heat and light they could directly create holes in space. With a flap of their wings, the Archangels immediately reached light speeds, and like a beam of destruction, they pierced through the billions of creatures in front of them.

Their celestial flames were highly combustible, and although the Archangels moved in a straight line, leaving a long trail of destruction behind them, their flames did not stop spreading from that point.

The four lines of celestial fire they left behind began to spread like a blanket, and in mere seconds it rolled so fast through the ranks of beasts and sentient warriors of the gods, turning them all to ashes, and not stopping there until even the ashes were gone.