Marvel With Zanpakutou Chapter 771: I Am in Everything (3)

Boom!

A scorching tornado erupts from the ground, lifting waves thousands of feet high, roaring like thunderous waves crashing against the shore.

Enlil rides the fierce winds, moving so fast that it exceeds the limits of human dynamic vision. It seems to outpace even sound and airflow, tearing a trench thousands of feet in diater with brute force.

In Enlil’s blue eyes, a towering figure is reflected.

A familiar sensation slowly surfaces.

Once, he too looked up, beholding the ’God’ above, vowing unwavering allegiance, ready to sacrifice his life for Him, until the end of the war when they realized they had been abandoned by the god they worshipped.

The god-born of the Akkad tribe had given their all, paying a heavy toll in casualties, to clinch a crucial victory in the war, only to be t with... the cold betrayal of God.

That day remains unforgettable.

Archangel Lucifer Morningstar led the angel legion, offering no chance for them to plead their case, sealing Akkad and Ghroth within the void of nothingness, eternally banished from the real universe.

mories stir deep wounds, pulling Enlil back to reality.

Reflecting on these mories now holds no purpose.

Whether it’s the once god-born tribe of Akkad or the now faithless Annunaki.

His only purpose is to enable his people to return to the real universe, carrying millennia of accumulated hatred, to wage war in the na of the Judgnt Star Ghroth against the God who once betrayed them!

Hoo-hoo-hoo—

With a fierce roar, Enlil throws a punch, the intense pressure wrapping around his fist.

A column ford by thousands of tornadoes pierces the heavens, stirring the clouds for miles around, roaring like a naless dragon, converging into a golden light that strikes towards the Lord in the sky.

Well done!

Lod’s eyes flicker, his hand forming a gesture, and millions of thunderbolts illuminate the sky.

Above the sky, streaks of lightning outline a terrifyingly imnse ancient beast, every bone and vein vividly depicted as if an absolute thunder beast has taken form.

The planet’s weather, already stormy, now forcibly concentrated at a point, forms a thunderous wrath beast of extre terror, its thick aura of destruction wrapping around it, its baleful red eyes imperiously surveying all, thunder flashing from its maw tearing the very void.

rely a wisp of its aura causes the atmosphere to shudder.

The thunderstorms covering the planet’s atmosphere are drawn to a point by the Lod, the destructive power unimaginable.

Next, Lod swings his arm down.

The thunder-ford beast of destruction roars deafeningly, then leaps from the vast clouds.

Boom-boom-boom—!

The clash of wind and thunder shakes heaven and earth.

The ripple from their collision surges like a tidal wave.

The collision creates gaseous ring tens of thousands of kiloters in diater. It is imdiately shattered by endless thunderbolts, turning into myriad teor-like sparks, exploding like brilliant sumr fireworks, their booms echoing across the sky.

The unimaginable wind carries a vast wave of air, trampling across the sky like thousands of charging horses.

The aftershock, centered on their battleground, spreads rapidly in all directions, turning the desert thousands of kiloters across the planet’s surface into airborne dust.

In the vast swirling dust, visibility is severely hindered.

Swooosh-swooosh-swooosh—

Dozens of breaking sounds tear through the thick dust.

Lod shatters it with just a flick of his fingers, turning his gaze to a spot.

A massive shadow covers the sky, the intense wind noise shaking the dust open, leaving the Avengers below in awe. With bare hands, Enlil lifts a mountain tens of thousands of ters high, hurling it towards Lod.

As fast as artillery fire, the mountain casts a giant shadow that blocks out half the sky, its terrifying montum nearly suffocating, the weight of the hill at that speed creating layer upon layer of turbulent airflows.

Interesting, Lod muses internally, then raises his hand, gathering millions of thunderbolts from afar.

Countless thunderbolts in blinding light pull together into black, monstrous cloud tornadoes, voraciously gathering the planet’s surface storms, finally forming a pitch-black polearm.

For a mont, tens of thousands of miles scream in fury.

The air is filled with severe cold winds, the intense aura of death perating the atmosphere.

Even the inorganic sand and dust seem to tremble in submission to the terrifying destructive force. Even Annunaki god Enlil feels a chill down his spine at the aura of death.

Feeling this killing intent, the Avengers are struck with horror.

In that instant, even knowing that the target of the Spirit King is not them, an involuntary fear arises, feeling as if a blade rests upon their necks; a careless move could plunge them into irreversible doom.

The next mont, the pitch-black polearm crosses hundreds of miles.

The dragon of the storm, carrying the power of heaven and earth, throws the pitch-black polearm with such imnse force that it shatters mountains and cracks the void, causing a tremor as if shaking the entire planet.

Boom-boom-boom—!

The mountain, thousands of ters high, is instantly pulverized by the polearm.

Yet, without pausing, the polearm continues towards Enlil, the boiling air compressed into a high-pressure wave raging violently.

But as fast as the polearm is, Enlil is faster.

The terrifying air wave in high altitudes becos docile like a kitten in front of him, manipulated to boost his movent, propelling him hundreds of ters across instantly.

Whoosh!

The black polearm traces an arc, eventually landing at the horizon’s edge.

Far away, Tony and others gaze at the spot where the black light vanishes.

The next mont, a ground-shaking boom resounds!

Boom-boom-boom—!

At the horizon, a mushroom cloud majestically rises.

The displacent wave churns the sky and earth, the terrible vibration tearing the planet’s surface, the boiling hot air wave spreading at supersonic speeds, black thunder roaring down from afar, its imnse force like a cataclysmic disaster.

"You’re fast to have dodged that."

In the raging storm above, Lod’s eyes twinkle with amusent, then he raises his hand again, fingers forming a gesture: "Let’s see just how fast you are."

Boom-boom-boom—!

As the seemingly plain syllables touch down.

The clouds darken as night, millions of thunderbolts roar and rampage, interweaving destructive auras, the boiling fierce winds howling, pulling down hundreds of thunderbolts from the sky like a crown of extre luxury.

Yet, more terrifying events are still to co.

One after another, identical figures in white continuously step out from the void, the hundreds of thunderbolts coalescing into shape, forming pitch-black polearms in their hands.

"Tense up, grit your teeth."

Lod slowly raises the black polearm, saying, "Don’t relax for a second, use all your strength, push beyond your limits, and... try not to die."

The next mont, millions of thunderbolts pierce the sky.

Countless thunder-condensed black polearms fall like a torrential downpour.

"..."

Enlil’s pupils dilate suddenly, a pale shade of death coloring his face.