Novel Full Chapter 700: Firepower Is the Only Truth
Chapter 700: 700: Firepower Is the Only Truth
“Orgod is just up ahead. We’re the closest. Do we proceed with the original plan?”
A female swordsman clad in crimson armor asked calmly. Her figure was fierce, and behind her, a pair of blazing, sword-shaped wings made of fire flickered with every movement. Fire elements danced around her like loyal spirits—she looked nothing short of divine.
“Flame Lord, did you forget how the Sea God died?”
The Moon Sovereign—wearing the crown of the Bright Galaxy and wrapped in flowing starlight—snorted in disdain.
“According to the orders of the Aurora Goddess, slaying him won’t just net us a billion merit points,” Moon Sovereign said coldly, “We’ll also receive two Lesser Divinities. That’s the key to freeing ourselves from this wretched puppet body. You really think Sakan and Xinala will share those with us?”
“I get what you’re after,” Flame Lord responded with a frown. “But rumor has it Orgod possesses battle potential even the gods can’t measure…”
“Please. You think the two of us can’t take him together? If you’re scared, then back off.”
Moon Sovereign sneered. His whole body pulsed with starlight as divine energy surged upward like a second sun rising from the horizon.
Flame Lord said nothing more—silence, in this case, was agreement.
Becoming a Divine Weapon had never been their end goal. Their true aspiration was elevation—ascending from weapon to deity.
The problem? Infinite Dimensions made that leap nearly impossible for Divine Weapons, far harder than for adventurers.
But… there had once been an American adventurer from their era who did it. Became a Divine Weapon first, then a god.
And now, an irresistible opportunity lay before them:
Kill a God-tier adventurer, inherit a fallen god’s Divinity.
Then they would no longer be weapons held by gods, but the ones holding the blade.
“He’s not running. In fact, he’s charging straight toward us.”
Moon Sovereign blinked in surprise. Orgod’s dot on the mini-map was headed directly at them.
“Well, well. A suicide rush? Don’t blame me for ditching the plan.”
He burst into laughter and summoned his Battle Space. A long, triumphant whinny echoed out as a unicorn steed burst forth.
Its coat was snow-white, hooves wreathed in planetary rings, mane flowing like silk—it looked majestic beyond reason.
Seeing Moon Sovereign dash forward in a streak of starlight, Flame Lord hesitated for only a second before giving in to the temptation. Her fiery wings flared out, and she followed closely behind.
Meanwhile, Orson was… less than impressed.
“This is the so-called Forbidden Curse buff? It’s been nerfed into the ground, hasn’t it?”
Despite getting a Forbidden Curse boost, Orson looked thoroughly unenthused. The so-called wind-element support skill that was supposed to wreak havoc only lasted three minutes.
“I swear on the Dragon Queen’s wings, it’s real! A legit Dragon Curse-class Forbidden Curse!” Berenice puffed up, flapping her tiny wings and swearing innocence. No way was she admitting she’d rolled a dud.
“Whatever. Let’s just go!”
Orson sighed and tapped Aeloria’s head to speed up.
“They’re not waiting to surround me?”
That caught him off guard. The two modified warriors had overlapping coordinates and were heading straight for him. No sign of regrouping or forming a flank.
That wasn’t what he’d expected.
He checked the mini-map again and frowned. “She hasn’t moved?”
Snow Dream’s dot had been static since the teleport. Orson narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t cloaking her location using some divine artifact—the rules of the Awakening Battlefield didn’t allow for that kind of interference.
Even the most broken items still fell under the arena’s challenge protocols.
“She doesn’t think she can take me one-on-one?”
Orson nodded to himself. That was possible. Snow Dream had a brilliant mind, but it didn’t mean she could match a modified god-tier in raw combat.
She’d likely only gotten the final blow on the Sea God thanks to someone else setting it up.
“120 kilometers.”
“114 kilometers.”
…
Orson glanced at the minimap, watching them close the gap.
His lips curled into a grin.
Time to teach these two melee-focused freaks a lesson.
No ranged fire support? And you’re charging a battle mage from Infinite Dimensions?
That’s comedy gold.
“Let’s go.”
A cruel smile tugged at his lips. With Gentle Wind from the Stormflutter Butterfly in effect, his Chaos Magic Balls didn’t even have to be aimed right.
So long as he marked a target, the magic would home in—no matter how off-course the cast.
His Heavenly Spirit Heart thumped hard in his chest, pulsing with divine energy.
The sound echoed through the battlefield like a silent explosion—deep, oppressive, ominous.
Orson took a deep breath. His Heavenly Spirit Eyes lit up with divine fire.
Divine Domain: Supreme Firepower—Activated.
“You picked the wrong guy to mess with. Eat my firepower.”
His gaze sharpened with a rare killing intent.
The Supreme Arcane Blade began to shudder violently. Dozens of Chaos Magic Balls howled into the air, forming a dark red storm serpent in the sky.
Elemental visions flared into existence around him as A-rank Awakening Skills erupted one after another—covering half the sky in mere seconds.
“Hundred-kilometer range…?”
Moon Sovereign, galloping with righteous fury, looked up with disbelief.
A massive question mark formed in his mind.
“Move! Get outside his lock-on range! There’s no way he can hit us from here—he’s just wasting mana!” Flame Lord shouted.
Then she hesitated.
“He’s firing off over thirty A-rank spells at once. Is he not even using mana…?”
Moon Sovereign’s unicorn galloped with divine agility, darting through the barrage.
Chaos Magic Balls missed by inches.
But then—
Shing! Shing! Shing!
Three Hurricane Spears grazed Moon Sovereign’s face, leaving cold sweat dripping down his temples.
“This idiot thinks he can just AOE me to death? What a joke!”
He sneered. His mount was no joke either—an intelligent Divine Beast known for agility. No way he’d get hit by such brute-force spam.
“Behind you!”
Flame Lord’s voice suddenly cracked with alarm.
Moon Sovereign spun around—just in time to see the spells that had missed earlier suddenly curve back around.
“What… what the hell?!”
The Chaos Magic Balls and Hurricane Spears twisted unnaturally, guided by an unseen force—Gentle Wind—and looped back.
“Moon Phalanx!”
Moon Sovereign roared and threw up his arm, summoning a shimmering starlight shield the size of a fortress.
A glowing knightly formation snapped into place in front of him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The impact blasted him backwards hundreds of meters.
Dust exploded from the impact site.
Moon Sovereign staggered to his feet, chilled to the bone.
His S-rank defensive technique, capable of blocking a hundred million crit damage—was shattered.
He stood there, dazed, watching as waves of destruction surged across the field.
Only now did he understand why the Aurora Goddess had offered two Divinities as a bounty.
“He… he’s even more terrifying than a Heaven Demon King…” he whispered, his voice shaking.
Just then, his unicorn mount lunged forward, shielding him from the brunt of the second wave.
Fatal Strike: -310,000,000.
Blood sprayed across Moon Sovereign’s face.
The starry blood of his Divine Beast burned on the ground.
He snapped out of it and vaulted onto the saddle, fleeing the magic tsunami as fast as possible.
Two so-called God-tier modified beings had just been bombarded into a panic.
These so-called “gods” of Infinite Dimensions were now learning what mortal wrath really felt like.
Flame Lord summoned her King Vilitian—a beast shaped like an oversized armored crab.
Ten seconds later, its limbs were scattered across the ground, green blood pouring out. Its impenetrable shell had been smashed to bits.
Dead. Beyond dead.
“Wind-element assist skill… I’m a freakin’ genius!”
Even the ever-serious Orson couldn’t help but grin.
Berenice, of course, was already squealing with joy.
“No no no—it’s me who’s amazing! I’m the most amazing dragon!”
Stormflutter Butterfly might’ve had a short 3-minute timer, but there was a catch:
If any attack landed during its effect, the timer reset to three minutes.
Which meant—so long as Orson kept hitting, the skill would never end.