My Drill Is The Drill That Will Pierce The Heavens Novels & Stories

“You disobey the orders of the Watchers” “You disregard our ways” “You insult our authority” “And you spit on our laws” “You shall be an example to the others, False Ascender” “Huh?” was all the Heavenly Pistol Shrimp was able to squeeze out before a red pillar descended upon him, just like the red pillar that brought him here. However, this pillar was different. If the first pillar smelt greatly of the space laws, this pillar gave off a great stench of destruction. And that was exactly what it did.

"But it’s not the UN. It’s... it’s a 'Sonic-Drill'!" ​From the ceiling of the Labyrinth, a massive, drill-tipped craft burst through the rock. It was emblazoned with the Shadow Council logo. ​"I thought we killed them!" Maya cried, her runes flaring gold. ​"You killed the board of directors," a voice boomed from the drill’s speakers. "But the Council isn't a group of people, Leo. It’s a protocol."

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”

The cliffhanger left them standing before the celestial altar, hands poised to channel intentions into the ritual that would propel them into the highest realms of existence. Intrigued and guided by cosmic resonance, Victoria and Alexander approached the celestial altar. The symbols on the walls, radiant with ethereal luminescence, converged around the altar, acknowledging its significance in the grand tapestry of the universe. The whispers of the celestial beings, now a cosmic melody underscoring the revelations, spoke of the altar as a conduit to channel intentions further amplifying their influence on the threads of eternity.

“They’ll come again. And if they find you, they’ll use you. You don’t understand what you are.” “I’m not leaving without answers.” Drayke wiped the blood from his lip, his voice low but steady. “Then you’ll get them from me. Because I’m done letting him speak for you.” They locked eyes again, the promise of another fight simmering just beneath the surface. And then The alley lights flickered. Once. Twice. Caelum’s head snapped up. “We’re not alone.” Before anyone could move, a drone screamed down from above, red targeting lasers sweeping across the ground. The air filled with the sound of spinning rotors and a mechanical voice:

The beautiful mahogany hallway with the fake sunlight. "Blast it?" "Too thick. Shaped charge won't cut it without bringing the ceiling down. We need the drill." The drill. I look at the door. The four inches of steel that Aureliano promised would survive a bomb. He was right. It survived the bomb. But steel has a melting point. Steel can be cut. A high-pitched whine starts. It sounds like a dentist’s drill amplified a thousand times. REEEEEEEEEEEEE. The sound drills into my teeth. Into my skull.

But the victory was short-lived. The drill, now overloaded with violet energy, didn't just stop. It began to glow with a sickly, oscillating white light. "It’s a bomb," Silas shouted, his eyes wide behind his mask. "They knew we would try to sabotage it! The drill is a failsafe!" I looked at the machine. It was seconds away from detonating, a blast that would not only kill everyone on the ridge but would collapse the cavern below, crushing the heart of the mountain. Crushing Maya.

He didn’t even see it coming, only the spark before it discharged. “I’ve read about it … It’s the legendary Empyreal Weapon of Drava,” the chronicler explained. “I don’t like the looks of it. You see, the ability it possesses is terrifying … the spear will always strike through the wielder’s desired target … and it never misses.” Raeherys couldn’t waste anymore time. He finally gave the command to the survivors to fly up—and only upward until they’re small enough for the humans to see.

It looked ferocious and exuded a powerful pressure. “Squeak, squeak…” The rat apparition screeched and shot out a bolt of lightning aimed straight at Andrius. “Unrivaled Under the Heavens!” Andrius swung his spear, the tip of it meeting the lighting. Although he shattered the lightning bolt, his arm tingled numbly. He knew he could not drag out the fight, so he immediately activated his heavenly fire ring, pushing his immortal essence to its limit. “Tyrant’s Ascendance!”