Speed Is King

388 Slaying a God

From the moment Elise Sands met Elliot, the default definition of "Overpowered" in her mind had slowly been eroded until finally, at that moment, Elise Sands' mind couldn't help but revise its definition entry.

Overpowered = Elliot.

And not just "Overpowered" too.

Greatest fighter of all time = Elliot

Unfair = Elliot

Lucky Bastard = Elliot

Greedy Prick = Elliot

And a host of other curses most commonly associated with a deeply envious heart as well.

The fact that he had somehow, as a life form from the main realm, mastered and even enhanced a powerful and exclusive skill from the lower realm was just too much for Elise Sands to calmly take in stride.

It was a breach of the wall of absolute impossibility.

It wasn't just a matter of Elliot gaining a supreme mind capable of pulling off the craziest physical feat.

No, far from it.

What Elliot did was supposed to be impossible.

It was like asking a man without limbs to play in the NBA.

Or a man without eyes to be a movie critic.

Elliot was just not equipped with the required everything to cast spiritual fire, much less enhance one to gain the nonsensical sounding "everburning" attribute!

"Alright. I think we're ready. I'm sending in our clones to lock down the space around Blytoros and then triggering ten massive nuclear fusions all around him. I doubt he could resist that. Elliot quickly decided. He glanced at Elise Sands to see if she had any objections, and upon finding that she merely remained silent, Elliot did as he pleased.

"Go." Elliot said softly as he willed the ten pairs of clones to leap ahead and attack Blytoros!

Ten Elises raised their hands and unleashed a crushing force upon Blytoros that dried up the space around him and prevented him from blinking or even phasing away!

"HMMM? WHAT SORT OF TRI-" Blytoros wasn't even able to finish his words when the ten Elliots triggered the nuclear explosion.

K-K-KA BOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ten simultaneous explosions ripped out mercilessly from ten different directions around Blytoros.

Stuck in place and without the ability to phase into a different realm to avoid the blast, Blytoros had no choice but to eat the ten explosions.

RIPPPPPPP!!!

RIPPPPPPP!!!!!

Many huge cracks started to appear all over the ten epicenters as the very fabric of space collapsed once more!

Two consecutive nuclear blasts at the same area had completely messed up the structure of space there.

Massive strange spatial fluxes appeared and horrific tornadoes completely made up of Wild Space energy swirled into life.

Wild Space energy was completely destructive and uncontrollable energy constantly erupting into life within impassable areas of space called Wild Space.

All who ventured out into Wild Space were lost within its powerful currents. They never returned and were never heard from again.

That same Wild Space energy shot out endlessly from the various cracks and started to react to the stable space energy within the Shadow Realm.

Some, as mentioned, became swirling tornadoes. Others streaked ceaselessly towards the distance, probably destroying countless stars and planets in their long journey towards the edges of the realm.

However, the majority of the Wild Space energy actually gathered into a strange, black, pulsating giant sphere of sorts!!

"What the heck is that?" Elliot frowned.

"What the heck is what?" Elise Sands asked. Having lost her clones, she had lost her view of the situation.

There was no need to even mention Red's drones.

"Its a strange energy of sorts, coming in from the cracks made by the explosion." Elliot said.

"Wild Space Energy." Elise Sands said grimly and immediately sent out a clone to the Shadow Realm so she could see it for herself.

As soon as she saw the strange pulsating ball the size of a moon or a small planet, she instantly cried out in surprise.

"It's alive! Strings of Fate are forming!" Elise Sands shouted in shock.

However, before Elliot could react to her words, the strange pulsating planet suddenly burst into action!

It shot out towards Blytoros and started to physically break him down and absorb him!

It wasn't a pretty sight.

Watching a person get burned to death was a horrifying scene that many probably wouldn't enjoy in the least.

Watching a God get burned to death was a billion times worse.

Watching a God burning to death AND getting physically digested by a strange pulsating mini planet of energy was… unspeakable.

Yes, even if it was an enemy God.

Gods have an inherent majesty and horrific nobility so dense and so thick that caused all lower life forms to have no choice but view them in a reverent light. Of course, the stronger the life form, the less powerful this effect would be upon them.

And for Elliot and Elise, the effect was barely felt. But even so, it was undeniably there, and watching such an august personage let out unintelligible screams of anguish as he was being burned and ripped apart by pure nuclear energy AND getting eaten by a ball of energy was something that Elliot would remember for the rest of his life.

"Is it a life form from Wild Space?" Elliot asked Elise Sands.

"It must be. And judging by its actions, it doesn't seem to be sentient. Just a reactive life form that absorbs life force." Elise Sands said as she studied the situation carefully.

"Watching Blytoros die this way… It actually sucks more than I expected it would." Elliot admitted.

"A God, after all is said and done, is still a being of the vastest power and noblest bloodline." Elise Sands sighed with a frown. The dying Blytoros had a more profound impact on Elise Sands than it had on Elliot.

The rest of the beasts had retreated into Elliot's beast space, leaving only their clones standing by for orders. And so, they did not witness the screaming and dying Blytoros. If they did, they probably could not help but break their composure and weep.

Seeing its hated enemy degenerate from a fearsome God into a chunk of flesh screaming like an idiot due to a damage that it could not even sense, the Octopus Banshee shrieked with glee and surged ahead to finish the job.