Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1053 Death to the Gods III

Michael’s time was running out, but he wasn’t too worried about it. More than a dozen Major Gods had been killed and devoured, and the Rebels’ advantage increased steadily. The tides of the battle were in their favor, especially after every member of the Primal Pantheon had been cut more than a dozen times with Pure Aether.

Michael didn’t use his Pure Aether alone. He could have done so, but that would have been foolish. Instead, he shared his Pure Aether with the Rebels. He supplied them with more Pure Aether whenever he created Slipstream portals to heal them with River of Vigor’s supreme healing serum. Both substances were vibrant silver and thus hard to distinguish. Some Major Gods noticed that his supreme healing serum was odd, but nobody thought about Pure Aether when they saw how easily the silver serum healed the Rebels. That being said, the Major Gods realized way too late how dangerous the Rebels had grown now that they were with Michael.

First of all, Michael helped every Rebel to coat their weapons with Pure Aether, inflicting semi-permanent injuries no matter how faint the wounds were. Second, he healed the Rebels constantly, ensuring their well-being with shocking precision.

Third, Perfect Enhancement contained enough Soul Power to use Unlimited Enhancement more than five thousand times within five minutes – longer if Michael used Permute on the remaining Void Ingots stored in Swallow Domain. Pure Aether, River of Vigor, and Perfect Enhancement – Unlimited Enhancement since he used the Soul Technique – were enough to drastically elevate the Rebel’s combat prowess. They’d pushed the Major Gods of the Primal Pantheon to the brink of death or killed them right away for Michael to devour.

Michael didn’t pay much attention to them. Instead, he focused on keeping everyone alive. His understanding of the situation was simple. The Beast God Cycle would keep the Primal away for another minute, maybe even two. After that, the Primal would arrive. That was a problem if all Prmal were to arrive simultaneously, which was something Loki and the other Rebels would prevent. Michael trusted them but also ensured they would survive no matter what. They were needed at full power to block the remaining Primal, otherwise, their plan would fair miserably.

Michael took a deep breath and accelerated again. He went up a gear or two, beheaded two Major Gods with a Slipstream teleport, swallowed their corpses with a burst of Jormungandr’s curse power, and moved onward. Most gods of the Primal Pantheon were beyond exhausted, which was clearly visible after they had been cut by Pure Aether and poisoned by Jormungandr’s Law of Poison. The Rebels did a great job at hurting other gods, which Michael abused by slipping through the planetary system like a slippery eel.

He teleported dozens of times in a second and executed a few perfectly aimed slashes, attacking the gods when they least expected it…where they least expected it. His attacks were deadly, but the Rebels dealt the finishing blow even when he didn’t kill them.

“The Beast God Cycle is collapsing!” One of the Rebel’s screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Tell them we need longer!” Sleipnir roared back. More than 20 Major Gods of the Primal Pantheon were still alive, even if it didn’t look like it. At the same time, Michael needed a few more minutes to consume the Essences of the dead gods and their Death power. He was in dire need of a few more minutes. That much was clear.

“They’re already burning through their reserves. All they can do is stall for one minute, maybe less, before they die.” The Rebel responded to Sleipnir for everyone to hear. The Major Gods’ morale skyrocketed hearing that, but Michael wasn’t having it.

He sighed deeply and tapped into his Divinities for the first time since the fight started. Before he’d used his Beast God Curses’ Divinities. Michael was done with that.

A pristine golden beam shook the planetary system when he unlocked his Divinities, and his power skyrocketed. His body bulged as the Power Authority of his own Divinity fueled every cell, and the Death Authority and Law of Poison oozed from his palm. However, instead of being sickly hues or mist, the Authority and Law used through his Divinities were like the viscous liquid of Pure Aether. Michael slapped his hands together, fusing Death and Poison in his palms. A moment later, the entire planetary system was clad in gold. The power of Extraction filled everything. The storage of Swallow Domain was quickly drained of its Essences, fueling Michael’s body as he appeared beside one of the Major Gods.

He didn’t attack the man and gently touched his neck instead. The Major God smiled a moment ago and stopped moving the next moment. His body writhed, and ill-looking verdant green veins appeared underneath his shrinking skin. It looked like his body collapsed from lifeforce scarcity and poison overdose. Michael didn’t even glance at the dying Major God. He moved through the planetary system without Slipstream much faster than before. His head flicked left and right searching for the most efficient path as he flashed past all Major Gods, only to barely touch them. He disappeared a moment after touching the Major Gods, but that was enough to kill them.

They collapsed in the middle of space, killing every single one of them before a cracking sound reverberated throughout the planetary system.

The Beast God Cycle collapsed, killing five Beast Gods instantly. Their pained screams were all that resounded as the last remnants of their Essence burned to cinder.

Michael’s hair stood up to its end, and his head flicked left, where he discovered seven massive fissures. He saw four chubby beings – one of them being the chubby Primal he’d encountered before – and three lean, almost skinny Primal in those fissures.

“Do you want me to fight all of them al–….” Michael couldn’t even finish his sentence when six Major Gods appeared before six fissures. They charged through them to fight and stall the Primal, sacrificing their lives, while the last Primal, one of the skinny Primal, stepped unscathed through the fissure.

He appeared in their planetary system and released a series of Essence Spears, impaling several Rebels instantly. Two Rebels died from the impact and were hurled through the planetary system, while the others stopped after passing one planet. Some crashed into Hyuar but returned with fury in their eyes.

Michael paid little attention to them. His body was overflowing with tension as he eyed the skinny Primal.

He thought Loki and the others would help him, but the Rebels pulled back, leaving him alone with the Primal.

Instead, they replaced the Beast Gods to activate a stronger version of the Beast God Cycle.

The battlefield of the skinny Primal and Michael had been cleared. Nobody would interrupt them until one of them emerged victorious.

‘This is the one Beelzebub fought, isn’t it?’ Michael asked, his eyes glowing faintly.

[Yes, it is. Why are you asking?] Jormungandr asked.

The corner of Michael’s lips curled upward.

‘Because Beelzebub opened his mind for me to read.’

A moment ago, Michael knew nothing about the skinny Primal.

But now…right now, Michael knew more about the Primal than any other god!