Novel Full Chapter 1496: If I Were You, I’d Start Calling For Backup
Chapter 1496: If I Were You, I’d Start Calling For Backup
Sun Wukong plucked a few of his own hair and blew them off from his fingertips.
These strands transformed into his clones, who flew toward Thirteen and surrounded him for protection.
The Pseudo-Gods hovering by their Supreme Commander’s side numbered over forty.
So what if Arkael and Noctyra died? They were still a force to be reckoned with.
And now, they descended from the heavens to clash against two individuals who were hell-bent to prevent the end the Infernal believed was inevitable.
“Ignore that monkey and focus on that human boy!” Azhuriel ordered. “Kill him at all costs!”
“I’d like to see all of you try!” Sun Wukong roared and unleashed the true power of Ruyi Jingu Bang.
The staff increased its size, reaching the height of a mountain. And yet, the Monkey King wielded it as if it didn’t weigh much.
In Thirteen’s hand, the staff could only do basic functions. But in the hands of Sun Wukong, the divine weapon showed its true might!
It didn’t matter if the Pseudo-Gods outnumbered them. With his god-like strength and fearless mentality, Sun Wukong swatted the Pseudo-Gods from the sky like the pest they were.
Despite the enemies also using divine artifacts, none had been able to block the giant staff that easily.
The Monkey King’s clones also wielded a replica of Ruyi Jingu Bang. Although it couldn’t manifest the power of the original, it was still powerful enough to repel the stray attacks their main body couldn’t block completely.
At first, everything seemed to be going well. But the closer they approached the God of Infernals, the harder they struggled.
The Pseudo-Gods grew more desperate, focusing their attacks on Thirteen, completely ignoring the Monkey King protecting him.
One by one, Sun Wukong’s clones disappeared, honoring their duty to shield the boy from these relentless attacks.
Suddenly, the Archer among the Infernals found an opportunity. His right hand increased to eight, unleashing a constant barrage of homing arrows targeting the boy.
“Sh*t!” Sun Wukong cursed as he swung his staff to block the incoming arrows. But two Pseudo-Gods teamed up with their weapons to stop its advance.
The chains serving as Thirteen’s wings extended and repelled the incoming arrows. But there were simply too many.
Wounds started to accumulate on his body as it was grazed by the incoming arrows he couldn’t block completely.
“I got you now!” The Pseudo-God who goes by the name Lucerion unleashed a fully charged arrow that streaked across the heavens like a golden meteor.
Thirteen then tried to gather his chains to a single point, intending to repel the attack.
But the moment the chains touched the arrow, the latter got repelled instead.
Lucerion had finally figured out the trick to Thirteen’s chains. They could easily repel anything that even had a strand of divinity in them.
So, he switched to a different bow and used magical arrows that only contained the power of the elements.
Indeed, Thirteen’s chains couldn’t repel them!
However, before he could celebrate his arrow almost reaching Thirteen’s chest, a silver spear flew out of nowhere and collided with his arrow.
Lucerion glared in the direction where the spear came from, but he saw no one.
Even the Supreme Commander of the Infernals didn’t notice anything until the last second. He felt that a fluctuation of space manifested for the briefest of moments, allowing the spear to cross over time and space.
But that moment was enough for Thirteen to regain his bearing.
Sun Wukong also used that opportunity to fly as close to the teenager as possible.
Using even his body to tank blows if he had to.
Finally, Azhuriel had enough.
He summoned a spear and threw it at Thirteen, but a beam of light hit it, changing its direction.
The spear then pierced the chest of a Pseudo-God headed to Thirteen from the side.
He only had time to look at his Supreme Commander before his entire body dispersed into ashes.
“You…” Azhuriel glared at the lady who had deflected his attack. “Are you really trying to intervene?”
“You come to my world and think I will just let you do as you please?” the beautiful lady replied. “I don’t think so.”
She was none other than the God of Wanderers, The One.
This was her true form. Most of the time, she looked like a radiant sun. Her true name was Aiona, the God of Wanderers.
“You’re not my match,” Azhuriel stated.
“You’re right,” Aiona replied. “I am not a God of War but a God of Guidance. I am the light that leads the Wanderers back home after their long, perilous journeys to the unknown. Regardless of what I am, I will not allow you to do whatever you want in my world, Azhuriel. Even if I perish, I will make sure you won’t come out of this battle unscathed.”
Azhuriel snorted. He then summoned a great sword. Without even a word of warning, he charged at Aiona with the intention to kill.
Aiona unleashed countless beams of light as she distanced herself from a God of War who had conquered many worlds.
This wasn’t Azhuriel’s first time fighting Gods. He knew exactly how to bring them down.
After blocking Aiona’s barrage, he summoned countless flaming spears and hurled them toward the Wanderers on the ground.
“Stop!” Aiona shouted in anger, not expecting her enemy to stoop as low as attacking the weak, helpless mortals who were no match against him.
She unleashed a barrage of light beams at the spears, making them explode in the sky.
A sneer appeared on Azhuriel’s face. He had seen this happen many times in the past. As long as he focused his attacks on the mortals, the Gods of that world would have no choice but to defend them.
It was then that a cold, amused voice reached everyone’s ears.
“What a disgusting pig you are.”
Countless purple portals appeared in the places where the spears were meant to land, catching them without problems.
Seeing this, Aiona finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She was not the only God of Solterra. Her authority was shared with another one.
Metatron, the God of the Apocalypse, had finally arrived and looked at the God of Infernals in disdain.
Unlike Aiona, who wasn’t really a War Goddess, Metatron was a God of the Apocalypse.
A world-ending God that prefers to destroy than to conquer.
“Two can play that game,” Metatron then raised his hand and used his finger to draw a straight line in the sky.
A moment later, countless explosions ensued, creating a path of destruction that split the Infernal Army in half!
“If I were you, I’d start calling for backup Gods,” Metatron chuckled. “You alone will not be enough to stop me.”
The God of the Apocalypse’s words were filled with contempt and arrogance. A God that looked down upon those whom he thought was inferior.
He was a God of Destruction, born in Solterra. Out of care for the world, he reigned in his destructive instincts… until today.
Now that he had the perfect opportunity to destroy things without feeling guilty, Metatron let out a loud and hearty laugh.
The Celestials and the Fiends looked at their “Eldest” with complicated looks on their faces.
Even Zaphiel, who had stayed on the side of the Infernals, sneakily returned to Forneus’ and Dantanian’s side, making it look like he had been there since the beginning.
The two Fiends looked at the bastard Celestial in contempt, as if being in his presence disgusted them completely.
Thirteen glanced at Metatron, and the latter gestured that he should leave Azhuriel to him.
It was then that another God descended from the heavens and let everyone feel his presence.
He ignored Azhuriel, Metatron, and Aiona, focusing only his gaze to his no-good son that had his powers unsealed.
“So it has come to this.” Deus Ex Machina sighed. “Maybe sending you here in this world is a mistake. I thought that making you a human will make you realize your follies.”
“You’ve finally come, you no-good father of mine,” Thirteen replied calmly. “It’s time to finish what we started.”
“The end result will remain the same, Thirteen,” Deus Ex Machina replied. “You will never beat me.”
“Beat you?” Thirteen smirked. “I don’t plan to play games, old fart. I won’t beat you. I will destroy you.”
“Then prove it,” Deus Ex Machina replied as he summoned a staff that looked like a key. “It’s time for me to give you a reset. That way, all of this will come to an end.”
The System God no longer planned to play around as well. He would soundly defeat his son and reset his soul core by force.
Somewhere in the battlefield, a young lady’s eyes glowed faintly. It locked onto the hovering teenage boy currently preparing to fight his father, who had come to finally settle the score.