Novel Full Chapter 173: Spear of Annihilation
Chapter 173: Spear of Annihilation
Twelve hours later, a branch of the Aether Supreme Titans welcomed Sandra along with 800 million Asuras. These were the Nara Battalions 1-8, each battalion holding 100 million troops divided by rank.
Battalions 1 and 2 were made up entirely of Stellar Sovereigns, while Battalions 3 through 7 were packed with Void Emperors, spanning from Early to Peak. The last, Battalion 8, was composed solely of Cosmic Overlords wielding Stage 1-2 Precepts, each a disaster in the making. It was the perfect lineup for Sandra’s plan to send a message—a brutal, bloody one.
The welcoming ceremony took place on the shattered surface of Titan Prime—a world-sized fortress of living metal and star-forged stone, its sky a perpetual storm of violet lightning and auroral fire. Millions of Aether Supreme Titans gathered—colossal beings of crystals with thundercloud veins, each standing hundreds of meters tall—stood in perfect formation across the cracked plain.
At the forefront stood their Grand Marshal, a towering figure named Gunter Forge, his body skin like well scultped diamonds. When Sandra appeared—stepping out of a rift of blood-red space—every Titan dropped to one knee in perfect unison, the impact shaking the world like an earthquake.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Millions of armored knees striking stone in perfect rhythm, the shockwave rippling outward and shattering nearby floating debris.
Gunter rose first, voice like grinding tectonic plates.
“Princess Sandra Narakava,” he rumbled, bowing his massive head. “The Aether Supreme Titans stand ready. Let us slaughter together.”
Sandra’s lips curled into a savage smile, eyes blazing with unrestrained bloodlust. She didn’t speak—there was no need. She simply gestured forward, and the Titans rose as one—BOOM—the sound echoing across the world like a declaration of war.
They moved as a single organism toward the war room.
The war room wasn’t a chamber—it was an entire sub-realm.
A pocket the size of a small galaxy, suspended inside the world’s core. The floor was polished black star-metal that reflected every aura like a dark mirror. The ceiling was open space—endless violet nebulae swirling above, crackling with captured lightning.
Floating holographic war tables stretched for kilometers, displaying real-time projections of universal borders, troop movements, and projected casualty estimates.
The air thrummed with the low, constant hum of millions of armored beings breathing in unison—800 million Asuras and millions of Titans filling the sub-realm shoulder to shoulder, their combined killing intent so thick it made the air taste like iron and ozone.
Sandra strode to the central command table—her presence alone parting the sea of warriors like a blade through flesh. Shia followed close behind, eyes wide but burning with the same fire that now lived in her mother.
Gunter moved to her side, the soft clink of chains accompanying him.
“The Goliath Universe lies beyond the Void Rift of Kallor,” he said, his voice low and resonant. “Their Divine-ranked barrier has stood for 300,000 years… we know their routes well by now.”
Sandra gave a single nod.
“No need to dwell on that. We’ll grace their doorstep in our own way.” Her gaze shifted to one of the Battalion leaders—a woman, a Peak Void Emperor with skin like living shadow and eyes of pure crimson—who stepped forward.
She raised a single hand, fingers curling like claws. The air in front of her tore open with a sound like reality screaming—RRRRRIP!—a jagged rift of black and violet energy ripping wide, edges crackling with unstable void lightning.
The pathway stretched outward—straight into the heart of the Goliath Universe, the Divine-ranked barrier shimmering faintly ahead like a wall of liquid starlight. Through the rift, the looming universe could be seen perfectly protected.
Sandra’s smile widened—sharp, predatory, bloodlust rolling off her in waves.
“Move out,” she said, voice low and vicious.
The sub-realm erupted into motion, millions of boots pounding the ground in perfect rhythm as 800 million Asuras and Titans advanced. The pathway consumed them row after row, each disappearing into the darkness, their auras flickering like dying stars as they passed through the barrier.
—-
Though the Asuras planned to apply the pressure… they were up against an Arch Eternal Clan as well. Such a clan has the same prestige as they did… so no matter how much they wanted to press the issue, their enemies wouldn’t sit and wait to be slaughtered.
The Goliaths were an Arch Eternal Clan as well allied for the last two Cosmic Cycles with the Tyrannus Clan. The moment the first sounds of war were initiated by Tylor, alerts were sent all over. And like all powerful clans they all began to use different forms of divination to plan.
At this stage of power it was easy to counter things like lines of Fate and Karma but there were always beings who had workarounds. And the Goliaths had access to exactly that.
So, as Sandra made her way through the rift appearing at the forefront of nearly two billion… the barrier dematerialized on its own. Giving direct access to the Universe of the Goliaths.
Seeing this Sandra frowned and immediately acted.
With her battle sense honed she could smell something fishy going on.
“DEFEND YOURSELVES!” She bellowed as her voice echoed causing millions to activate all sorts of protective mechanisms—barriers flaring, armor hardening, auras surging in waves of crimson and black that lit the void like dying stars.
Sandra herself closed her eyes as she spoke internally.
’Lysa, switch!’
In the next moment Lysa gained control over their body and as her appearance began to change slightly—hair turning a deeper crimson, eyes glowing with molten red, aura thickening into something more savage and primal—she activated her stage 4 precept.
|Absolute Precept – Soul of the Asura Rampart|
|Rage Barrier|
The moment she activated her Precept and its power, everyone and everything she saw as an ally was wrapped in a thick red barrier infused with its strength—layers upon layers of condensed rage that pulsed like living heartbeats, the air around them crackling with barely-contained fury.
Then, spanning 500 million kilometers, a blood-red wall of pure fury burst into being—towering, unending, and echoing with the combined screams of every Asura ever slain in battle, the sound a deep, guttural THROOOM that rattled the very fabric of the void.
She made her proclamation loud and clear:
“All who seek to harm me or those I shield shall be punished!”
The moment those words ended…
The void beyond the rift tore open—not with a single strike, but with a universal-wide formation that had been silently prepared for eons.
The Goliaths had woven their entire universe into a single weapon. Countless golden threads of law converged at a single point far beyond sight: a colossal golden spear manifested in the heart of the Goliath Universe.
The spea was not physical—it was a manifestation of the clan’s ultimate formation, the Divine Spear of Annihilation, a weapon that had enough power to wipe out civilizations.
The spear solidified….
Then it fired.
A beam of pure golden annihilation erupted—not a line, but a tidal wave of light and law that spanned the entire 500 million kilometers.
It moved slower than light, deliberate, inevitable—carrying the weight of an entire universe’s worth of killing intent.
KKKKRAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!
The spear hit the Rage Barrier with a sound so loud it seemed to tear reality apart, space splintering like glass, the void breaking into jagged shards drifting away like shattered mirrors. The crimson wall of fury held for a moment—cracks spreading like spiderwebs, blood-red light blazing in defiance—before the golden spear finally broke through.
BOOOM!!!
BOOOM!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!!
Millions of Asuras cried out as their barriers shattered—layers of defense bursting apart in showers of crimson and gold, bodies vanishing in silent flashes, armor liquefying, auras snuffed like candles in a gale.
The spear kept going, slicing straight through their ranks and leaving behind a hollow corridor, the very fabric of space scorched and smoking.
At the forefront, Sandra—Lysa—stood firm, eyes blazing, hair whipping in the void’s wind as the beam slammed into her personal barrier. It held—just barely—cracks splintering through as her fury clashed with the golden light, red and gold colliding in a violent blaze that lit the void like a newborn sun.
Then, the spear faded.
Half a billion Asuras and Titans remained—injured, bleeding, but still alive. The rest had vanished in an instant.
Sandra—Lysa—smiled.
It was a slow, dangerous, bloodthirsty smile.
“Good,” she murmured, her voice echoing through the void. And then, the punishment began.
Anyone who had harmed those under her protection was about to face retribution.