"One down, seven more to go."
The Kyrexi were completely floored when Evan spoke those words,
Make no mistake—they still had to contend with his relentless, seemingly infinite rain of piercing weapons attacking them from all directions.
Even when they unleashed bursts of energy to clear a radius around themselves, the space was instantly refilled with more and more weapons, each one brimming with absurd amounts of power.
And despite how long this barrage had continued, its intensity wasn't diminishing—in fact, the power behind each wave only seed to grow.
But right now, none of them had the presence of mind to focus on that.
Kael was dead.
This wasn't like when Evan sealed Dorian.
Kael held an Authority in the Law of Destruction. He was naturally more resistant to Evan's destruction flas than any of them—part of the reason why Evan had knocked him away.
On top of that, his Authority of Impermanence allowed him to amplify his power in short bursts, exponentially increasing his strength at will.
In other words, in the instant that sword struck him, Kael should have been able to boost his defensive power more than tenfold. Judging by the energy they had sensed in Evan's throw, that level of reinforcent should have been enough to withstand the attack.
And they knew his Authority of Impermanence had activated. They had felt it.
So how had he still died?
It was baffling.
Sure, Evan had an Ultimate Skill.
Sure, his flas, when combined with Destruction Law Energy, enhanced their already potent durability-ignoring effect, allowing them to tear through defences even more easily.
Sure, he was a godslayer whose every action against gods and divines was inherently more effective.
But even still—none of that explained how a god King had died so easily
An attack of that calibre should not have been able to kill a being of Kael's level.
The sheer energy behind it was lethal to a Mid-Tier Deity at best. But the gap between a Mid-Tier deity and a High-Tier deity wasn't just worlds apart—it was galaxies apart, literally.
High-Tier Deities had exponentially greater durability and far superior vitality.
And yet, Evan had used that very attack to kill one of them.
How?
The answer lay in what they could NOT perceive.
Now then—rewind to the mont Evan infused his energy into that sword. He had imbued it not just with his magic power, but with sothing else.
Sothing Cosmic.
Indeed, Evan was a Sub-Cosmic being. A secret that only one person in the entire universe knew.
Every other being who had discovered this fact was dead. Evan had made sure of that.
Naturally, the only person who knew was Kayla, and that was because he had no choice but to reveal it when he saved her from the enforcers attempting to return her to the Star of Lightning.
Those enforcers had been Sub-Cosmic beings themselves, and fighting them while keeping his secret intact would have been far too troubleso.
And let's not forget—they had been sent to capture a Race Empress, even if she was weakened at the ti. Their strength was anything but ordinary.
So Evan had pulled out all the stops, revealed his Sub-Cosmic Superiority and burned them all to ashes.
After that, his Sub-Cosmic Superiority went back to being a secret.
He never once used Cosmic Energy on any battlefield, going so far as to consciously rely on his Flas of Life for healing instead of his default Sub-Cosmic Regeneration, all so no one figured him out.
After all, while there were no Cosmic Superiors among the Kyrexi, the sa couldn't be said about the rest of the universe.
He didn't want anyone to let them know before it was ti to reveal it.
That ti was now—not that they could sense it even after he revealed it anyway. They were still completely lost on what had just happened.
In killing Kael, Evan had distributed the ambient Cosmic Energy he gathered in a fifty-fifty split.
Half was infused into sarthim's Orange to increase its Amplification effect, while the other half had been directed towards boosting the raw attack potency of his flas.
The result was a level of devastation that exceeded all reasonable expectations.
And since the Kyrexi could not perceive Cosmic Energy, all they had sensed was the base energies Evan had put into the sword construct—the Destruction and Fla Law energies.
But even with their inability to perceive Cosmic Energy, there was sothing else that unsettled them.
Despite the unrelenting downpour of piercing weapons that rained upon them from every direction, an onslaught so relentless that even their best attempts to clear space around themselves were imdiately negated by fresh waves of attacks—despite the scale and power of Evan's AOE attack, his energy showed no signs of depletion.
They had expected him to burn through his energy reserves at an alarming rate with an onslaught like this.
But it wasn't happening. The attacks remained as powerful and as nurous as ever.
Of course, this was because these attacks were not powered by the energy in Evan's body, but by the ambient cosmic energy.
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While nurous thoughts raced through the minds of the Kyrexi in seconds, Evan extended his hand, and Vanquisher flew back into his grasp.
As his fingers curled around the hilt, he levelled the blade at Malrik the Endbringer, and then declared.
"You're next."
And just as the sound reached Malrik's ears, Evan kicked off the ground and dashed towards him.
Malrik's eyes widened, and he imdiately expanded the do of darkness law energy surrounding him, intensifying its corrosive effect on the flaming weapons raining down upon him.
He needed space—just enough to swing his scythe, Requiem, and tear open a rift in space.
Malrik had the power to command legions of undead, but he hadn't summoned them before now for a simple reason: Evan would have incinerated the majority of them in an instant, wasting Malrik's energy.
His truly powerful undead required ti to call forth, ti that Evan would never allow him.
But now, with no other option, he made this move.
|Death Summon: Endbringer Legion!|
Corpses—hundreds, perhaps thousands—erged from the spatial rift.
These were not ordinary undead; each one had once been a Deity. Demons, elves, angels, even fellow gods—all now bound to Malrik's will, their hollow eyes fixed on Evan.
A colossal bone dragon erged from the rift, its skeletal wings unfurling as it released a roar that shook all of Kyrexis Pri.
Evan, still charging straight for Malrik, lifted his left palm, and a sphere of green flas laced with cosmic energy ford above it.
Then, like a perforr playing with fire and alcohol, he blew on the flas. They expanded into a roaring wave, surging forward like wildfire and clashed against the advancing undead.
But even as the flas of life consud them, the undead pressed on.
Orothis layered curse upon curse upon Evan while drenching the undead in a poison potent enough to corrode even the soul.
Sylvara followed, attempting to bind Evan and hinder his movent, while Leor exerted his authority over montum, trying to lock him in place.
But before their Authorities could fully ensnare him, Evan leapt into the heart of the undead swarm.
He landed with an explosion, and a vortex of red, yellow and green flas roared skyward, sweeping up the undead and shredding them apart as it whirled, crashing into the bone dragon above.
Simultaneously, a wave of yellow flas surged outward, sweeping across the battlefield.
The Kyrexi imdiately switched to defence, aware that Evan's Purification flas could deal damage even when there was nothing to 'purify'.
But the mont they committed to defending—Evan vanished.
"?!"
|Where is he?!|
The Kyrexi froze, their expressions twisting in shock. No matter how they searched, or how far they expanded their perception, they couldn't find Evan.
Instantly, they doubled their guard.
As far as they knew, Evan didn't possess any concealnt ability powerful enough to hide from all of them at once.
But they also knew that artifacts existed—items that could grant abilities beyond one's natural reach. After witnessing Evan seal Dorian with a Dragonslayer Seal, the possibility that he possessed a powerful concealnt artifact was very real.
So, they remained on high alert.
Orothis shifted towards Malrik. The two gods stood back-to-back, their divinities fusing as Malrik continued his Greater Undead Summoning.
To protect himself during the process, he expanded the do of darkness to cover Orothis as well. In turn, Orothis wove a Curse of Weakness into the do—not to weaken it, but to weaken anything that touched it.
The intended targets? The ceaseless rain of weapons still falling upon them.
But just as he did that, all the weapons raining down on them suddenly veered off course at light speed, redirecting toward the wounded, one-ard Varok.
Already struggling from his injuries and staying close to Leor for protection, Varok suddenly found himself bombarded by thousands of piercing weapons.
He activated his Authority of tal and consud energy to conjure tallic shields around him, while Leor attempted to sap their montum with his Authority—but the attempt failed.
'Wait…this—!!'
His Authority's decree was instantly broken, and just as instantly, he realised Evan had used his Ultimate Skill on them, preventing him from nullifying their montum.
At best, he could only slow so of them, and only partially.
The first wave struck Varok's shields, but before he could reinforce them, more weapons burst from the ground beneath him, spears impaling his legs from below.
One pierced straight through his heel, ripping through muscle and bone before exploding out of his knee.
For a brief, agonizing mont, his defences wavered.
Then, another wave of weapons erupted from below, piercing the insides of his shields and shattering them from the impacts on both sides.
The thousands of weapons raining down above finally found their mark.
Before Leor's light-speed counterattack or Sylvara's elental shields could reach him—Varok beca a pincushion.
Then, the flas constituting those weapons surged out, flickering and swirling in the air before coalescing—reforming into Evan.
And in that mont, Leor understood what Evan had done.
'Elentalization!'
When Evan had leapt into the wave of undead, he had unleashed a Vortex of flas and sent a blazing wave outward.
His flas burned the ground, and Evan elentalized his body, becoming the very flas that spread across the battlefield.
Now, he re-solidified, drawing from both the flas burning the ground around Varok and those embedded in the weapons that had pierced him.
Faster than Leor and Miresi's attacks could reach him, Evan swung his sword.
The blade cleaved through Varok's neck in an instant, and as his head fell, the strike carried forward, colliding with Leor's spear.
More flas surged toward Evan, restoring his body to its full form as he calmly declared.
"Two down. Six more to go."
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