Novel Full Chapter 783 I Always Keep My Word
Chapter 783: 783 I Always Keep My Word
“Master!!”
From the distant battlefield, Oliver shouted with trembling excitement. His eyes were filled with reverence, unable to look away from the man who had returned like a demon lord towering above all. It was as if he had found the pillar of heaven itself, his spirit blazing with renewed courage.
“Goddamn it… does this brat even know who his real father is?!”
Madman cursed through clenched teeth, furious beyond reason. Bradley’s death had ignited a fire in his chest, and now Usher chose this moment to return. To him, it was either opportunism or theft, swooping in to reap the spoils.
Usher’s expression was cold, his eyes burning with battle lust, fixed solely on Orson’s hollow figure below. At the same time, the divine artifact Rainbow Corridor swelled rapidly, twisting and warping. The rare material cracked open, crawling with countless bloodthirsty abominations that stripped it of its ability to transport.
“Dragon’s Kiss Guild? A bunch of broken stragglers dare block the God King’s path?”
Taran’s face darkened, his body dripping with black demon blood. In one hand, he gripped the head of a Saint Lord-tier archdemon and tore the skull apart with his bare fingers.
Usher ignored Taran’s roar. His gaze never left Orson. “I told you there would be a day we fought again.”
“Lower God-tier? No… something’s wrong with his aura.” Breeze muttered, his pulse racing. He tried to inspect Usher’s panel, but all it displayed was “Unknown Error.” The aura radiating from him was closer to a beast’s—no, more ancient, more primal, more twisted than even the monsters.
Looking closely, it was clear: the armor and weapons of Dragon’s Kiss Guild had fused with flesh and bone. Man and gear were one. Usher’s eyes were pools of pitch-black. If not for that familiar face, no one would have believed this was once US’s number-one god-whale.
“You owe me, Orson. You promised me. Don’t you dare go back on your word.” Usher’s voice was like ice.
“Shut your mouth!”
Orson suddenly snapped, eyes burning red, his body shaking with hatred. Bradley’s death left no room for trivialities like duels. Rivalry between children—that was all it had been.
“My brother’s fate was cruel.” Orson’s voice broke. Blood tears slid down his face. “At my lowest, he chose to stand beside me without hesitation. When Bradley calls someone brother, he’ll walk through hell and never turn back. And I… I watched him die. Powerless.” His voice cracked. “My brother deserved a future far better than this.”
Every Godslayer comrade who had fought at his side for years broke down, their grief mingling with fury. To them, Bradley was not just a vice guild master. He was a good man. A true friend. A brother.
“For Bradley!”
“For Godslayer! Sacrifice every Sword Soul dog and every alien trialer—make them pay in blood!”
Madman’s eyes burned scarlet as he raised his dagger. Ten thousand Godslayer brothers roared as one, their voices shaking the sky. Chaos blessings wrapped their bodies, transforming them into scarlet storms that tore across the battlefield.
Explosions thundered as warships erupted into fireballs, raining ruin on Forever City. The city itself trembled under the fury of mortals gone mad.
“They’ve gone insane! Run!”
“Back to the homeworld! Regroup! We must crush these lunatics before they grow any further!”
Dozens of portals opened at once, pouring like waterfalls in every corner. Trialers panicked, scrambling to escape.
“Pathetic.”
Usher sneered, his disappointment plain. His body warped grotesquely, sprouting two heads and eight arms. Three demonic bows appeared in his grip, all aimed at Taran.
“Die.”
His voice was colder than steel. Twelve black draconic arrows screamed through the sky, tearing the void itself. It was the SS-tier skill Annihilation Arrows.
Space rippled. Death howled.
Critical hit!
Fatal strike!
Lethal damage -30,000,000!
Instant kill!
“His strength… it’s beyond god-tier!” Madman gasped, beheading another foe before staring in shock. Usher’s barrage erased Sword Soul warriors in a single instant. Their bodies and equipment crumbled into dust, swept into nothingness by the annihilation field.
Yet Taran, stranded at the failed portal, didn’t flinch. He stood proud, untouched. “Annihilation force from the Ancient God Domain? You wield Lower God power without a god-seed. Impressive.”
“Impressive? Interesting choice of words.” Usher smirked, pressing his assault, black draconic arrows hemming Taran tighter and tighter. Just as they were about to strike, a distant portal flared. Two new figures appeared before him.
“The plans of the Pantheon cannot fail. Begone!”
A towering giant, skin violet-blue and body over four meters tall, threw a single punch. The black dragons shattered under his strength. Beside him, a robed woman with a belt of skulls lifted her scythe. With one sweep, void itself split.
Usher’s face twisted. Instinct forced him to dodge, but blood burst across the sky as half his shoulder and three arms were severed in a single strike.
“Death Goddess Menis… and the God of Strength, Sigrel!”
The battlefield froze. Even the hardened trialers shivered. Both gods had descended with their true bodies.
These two hated Chaos more than any. Sigrel’s son Garo had been captured by him. Menis’s daughter slaughtered before her eyes. Their arrival could mean only one thing: the war of the Pantheon had officially begun, and Earth’s domain had no place left but annihilation.
“Our salvation! The gods have come!”
“Praise the heavens! Praise the Pantheon!”
Cheers erupted from their followers. To them, gods were absolute. Even the Chaos God could be snuffed out like an insect.
“Orson, hand over my son and I will grant you a swift end.”
Sigrel’s head rose high, like a mountain crushing the battlefield beneath its weight. His divine pressure made mortals tremble.
“You bastard… you dared to kill the daughter I loved most!”
Menis tore back her hood, revealing a pale, youthful face. Her ash-gray eyes pierced straight through the soul. Those who met her gaze saw their darkest fears spill open before them.
“Orson, you are a worthy opponent,” Taran jeered, “but facing two mid-tier gods, even if you fall, your death will be remembered.”
“Is that so?”
Even with two gods standing before him, Orson’s expression never changed. His voice was calm, empty of humanity. “Do you truly believe they can protect you?”
Taran’s eyes narrowed. He dared not underestimate him. He waved his hand, leading his Sword Soul warriors to clear demons from the portals.
Orson’s gaze burned cold, already judging them as corpses. His voice cut like frost.
“Deploy the Black Extinction Weapon. Target one: Grey Wolf World. Leave no survivors.”
“Deploy the White Extinction Weapon. Target two: Soul Sea World. Leave no survivors.”
“Orders received.”
Saint Roland’s reply was merciless.
The Undying Lord warship roared, accelerating straight toward the portals. Its bay opened with a hiss.
“Damn, I’ve been suffocating… hurry up already, main body.”
A young scholar, Orson’s perfect double, stepped out, yawning. Behind him followed another figure, clad in black, his eyes sharp as a killing blade.
“What are these…?”
“They’re just level 1 trialers…”
Sigrel and Menis faltered, watching the two doubles of Orson walk calmly into their portals. Their figures vanished without a sound.
Above them, Orson stared down with the eyes of a god. His voice was quiet, absolute.
“Any god who dares descend in flesh—I will burn his world to ash. I always keep my word.”