Novel & Cerita The God Slayer

Archived in the Living Library, Floor 3 💀 The Shattering of the Pantheon 1,000 years ago, the world was ruled not by kings, but by gods. Thirteen of them reigned, each governing one of the primal forces of creation: flame, time, mind, death, shadow, storm, and more. They were not merciful. They were not kind. They demanded worship, sacrifice, and obedience. Empires rose and fell by divine whim. Mortals lived in fear of the gods' cruelty disguised as justice. Until one of their own turned against them. Known only as the Godkiller, they were not born divine, but rose from mortal blood, wielding an unnatural power capable of severing divine essence from existence itself. It's said their blade

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

The good kneeled by me. "But you will never taste her blood again!" He stated. Another blow of the knife hit my thigh, tearing the muscles in pieces. "Nor will you ever taste anyone's blood ever again," the god continued. "I don't even need these chains in order to kill you! " He concluded snuggly. Enosos nodded to the guards behind him and they immediately let go of the chains. A second later the god released the chains from Cain's body, with the flick of his wrist.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Kaios huffed. Kaleb laughed them. "Enough, you two. Look at them, they are all still in shock." Kaleb said. "Oh!" Kaios clears his throat and snapped his fingers. The others snapped back to their senses. "You all good now?" Kaios asked and they nodded. "Good. So, let me introduce myself. I am Kaios. The deity of darkness or death or whatever you want to call it." He spoke. "WOW." The Blood Knights synchronized again. Kaios wink at Kian. The latter just shook his head. Thorin clears his throat catching Kaios' attention. "So, uhm, what brings you here, my lord?"

"I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you." Summoning his godly weapon, the thyrsus, would not guarantee his safety from the swiftness of a bow and arrow. Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

Xiao Chen once again moved forward and slashed the core of the statue, completely destroying it. SLASSSHHHH... CLLANGG The sword and spear collided, creating flashes from both weapons. The god of war, who seemed aware that his enemy wanted to end it quickly, did not weaken. With his free hand, he aimed a punch at the statue's face. The statue was shocked, not expecting Xiao Chen's Soul to use a fist to hit it. This was tantamount to underestimating a sword user, but Xiao Chen, who could use various weapons, didn't really care about that. As long as he could defeat his enemy, why should such things be considered dishonorable? The war god's fist destroyed the statue's head, but that didn't mea