Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 415: The Battle of Judgement

In that moment, both Nia and Kaelthyr unleashed the full force of God Emperors and Empresses.

In the blink of an eye, they were already clashing again.

But just before their swords met, Kaelthyr activated the second of his three Celestial Decrees.

|Celestial Decree – Soul Lock|

For the briefest instant, Nia felt her movements slow to an absolute crawl.

Which was exactly what he intended.

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

He brought his blade down with full force—a massive overhead swing crackling with pure divinity.

The strike hit hard, launching Nia back like a cannonball.

She tore through layers of frozen souls, ice splintering and statues bursting apart in a spray of shards.

Before she could regain her balance, Kaelthyr was already upon her, emerging above in a swirl of crimson-black mist.

Channeling his divinity, he conjured a flurry of attacks.

In one hand, a massive sword of condensed blood took shape, driving straight for her heart in an attempt to drain her vitality on impact.

In the other, he unleashed a surge of parasitic soul threads, seeking to latch onto her soul and sap her strength from within.

His very presence pressed down like an intense gravitational force, threatening to crush her movements as his blade swept in with a series of rapid, precise slashes aimed at severing her divine connections.

BOOOOM!!!!!

SHKKKK!!!!!

And even though all the attacks landed true…. Nia, she seemingly tanked them — each one drawing blood and leaving deep glowing wounds — but her expression remained focused.

HUMMMMMM!!!!

Before Kaelthyr could settle into a rhythm, her Divinity flared again, every drop of it infused with Devouring.

In an instant, she shaped it into a bubble of pure consumption — a swirling crimson-black void that hungrily devoured Kaelthyr’s attacks, erasing the blood greatsword and soul threads without a trace.

And then, without hesitation, she invoked one of her three Celestial Decrees.

|Celestial Decree – Consuming Void|

CRACK!

Above Kaelthyr’s head, a pitch-black void ripped open — not swallowing matter or energy, but emotional stability itself.

It started pulling.

He felt it at once — immediately his focus began splintering, irritation flaring into anger, confidence slipping into doubt.

The void above him fed on every flicker of feeling, clouding his thoughts, making mistakes come easier, and breaking composure almost effortless.

Seeing this Nia moved again, but this time she began ramping things up even more.

She swapped Vaeloria’s power out for Sylvie’s power over Luck.

Hum!

With a flick of her wrist, Ashy… it hummed as she infused it with luck divinity.

SHK!

SHK!

SHK!

SHK!

Suddenly, every swing she took seemed destined to hit the absolute worst spot for Kaelthyr.

His blocks missed by mere millimeters, his footing faltered at the worst times, and his counters sliced through nothing while her blade slipped into gaps that shouldn’t have been there.

Kaelthyr, perceiving the sudden shift in momentum, resorted to his most desperate measure — entrusting everything to the whim of Absolute Chance, an ability he had acquired and refined over many years.

Yet, the instant Nia detected the surge of luck emanating from him, she effortlessly nullified it.

Her physique’s claim that it enabled her to wield the powers of Ash’s wives was no mere figure of speech; it was an absolute truth.

Whenever she invoked their abilities, she did not simply mimic them — she became, in essence, that Goddess or Constellation incarnate.

The outcome was unequivocal and merciless domination.

What had begun as a hard-fought contest swiftly transformed into Nia’s complete superiority, as every strike she delivered — whether executed with languid grace or with chilling menace — led inexorably to the same, crushing conclusion.

Kaelthyr taking wound after wound… and none of them healing instantly.

All the while, she kept pushing forward, as the emptiness above slowly eroded his emotional stability. And to make matters worse, she started speaking, further playing with his mind.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the God of Vampires? I wonder how they’ll feel knowing their God can’t even hold his sword properly.”

SHK!

She feinted left before slashing low, her blade grazing his thigh and drawing blood that her Devouring essence hungrily sought to consume.

“Look at you — an absolute mess. Maybe you should just beg me not to wipe out this filthy bloodline of yours!”

Kaelthyr growled, swinging wildly and missing entirely.

Nia laughed, sharp and mocking, as she spun away.

“Oh, come on. You’re the God of three aspects… surely you’re not this pitiful.”

She lunged again, her blade singing as chance curved its path toward his unguarded side.

“You’re supposed to be old as dirt… yet here you are, unable to land a single clean hit.”

BOOOOOM!!!!

With one last blow, she sent him flying once more, but this time he was in far worse shape.

His trademark black robes were barely hanging on, covering only his lower half, and his body was riddled with cuts and wounds that refused to heal.

Worst of all, his grip on reality was slipping.

“FUCK!” he roared as his aura burst forth from beneath him.

BOOOOOM!!!!!!

“I’m going to kill you, bitch!” he roared, and in that moment, the entire Abyss fell silent.

[…Mas… SHIT, DUDE, YOU JUST MESSED UP!] his system bellowed as it scrambled to piece his sanity back together.

Nia stopped her charge completely, “What…. what did you just call me?” She questioned as a chilling smile covered her face.

That was a word… Ash had never even uttered to them.

And currently whether did Kaelthyr truly know or not…. there was not one person in the world who mattered to Nia more than Ash.

When it came to men, she utterly despised anyone who wasn’t Ash.

The only real exceptions were the members of the Pantheon, though even with them, she rarely even seen them.

So, for Kaelthyr—a man she had absolutely no respect for—to call her that was beyond audacity.

Out of his mind or not….

But she simply smiled wider before vanishing, swiftly cycling through a few of the powers held by the women of the Pantheon.

RUMBLEEEEE

HUMMMM!!!!!

Roots burst from the frozen ground — thick, golden-white tendrils pulsing with Aeloris’s power over, Growth.

They surged upward, coiling around Kaelthyr’s limbs and torso, holding him fast with a strength that only grew tighter, biting into his flesh like living shackles.

Before he could break free, Aurelia’s flames raced along the roots — not just burning his body but striking at the core of his very being.

Then Nia called upon Katherine’s power over Blood and Kinship, and the flames turned inward, homing in on his bloodline itself.

“ARGHHHH, YOU BI—!”

Kaelthyr yelled as fire tore through his vampiric blood from the inside out.

Every vein, every drop, every trace of his divine lineage blazed with searing pain.

In this moment…. his power began to unravel, the God of All Vampires feeling his own essence being devoured and turned against him.

And internally his system was in all out panic trying to wake him up.

[MASTER! SNAP OUT OF IT! SHE’S WIPING OUT YOUR BLOODLINE! WAKE UP — WAKE UP NOW!]

Kaelthyr’s vision swam with pain and fury, but the gaping void above had already done its damage. His mind wavered, on the brink of shattering.

And….the flames only burned hotter.

His bloodline — the core of his being as the God of All Vampires — began to unravel and fade.

Just before it was completely erased, a final surge of willpower — driven by raw instinct and the desperate cries of his system — cut through the chaos.

Kaelthyr’s eyes snapped into sharp focus.

With a primal roar that shook the entire Abyss, he unleashed everything he had left in one desperate, final blow.

“ARGH, YOU DAMNED BRATS!!!!”