Chapter 552: End (II)
Chapter 552: End (II)
After the Chaotic Core and the Neo-Demon Realm, the most outstanding achievement of the Incarnation of Death and Destruction was the Rebirth Eclipse Bloodline, and now it is gone.
The Dream Dimension that originated from the Rebirth Eye’s dimension came crashing down, leaving nothing but a mass of chaotic and unorganized karma flames and Mind Force.
Zatiel’s brain received severe damage as his Animus Path of Power faded away.
Even for someone with the willpower and determination of Zatiel, losing his bloodline and the ability to practice a unique Path of Power like the Animus Path would have been a heavy blow. Still, by now, he barely had the strength to keep screaming, much less lament over his losses.
The only silver lining of that tragic loss was that to overcome the Rebirth Eclipse Bloodline’s purple flames, the karma fire spent almost all of its power, leaving nothing but weak embers left.
Zatiel’s body was no different from a mummy, with no vitality and full of incurable wounds. As the last wisp of karma fire turned off, his body began to tremble, and malevolent roots started to emerge from his skin.
Now that the Neo-Demon’s soul and Mind Force were no longer keeping it dormant, the Tree of Massacre’s soul woke up, and the first thing it did was to follow its instincts and devour anything with life near it.
Myriad, who had been monitoring Zatiel’s condition all this time, noticed the Tree of Massacre’s actions, and immense wrath appeared in his eyes.
His soul left the physical body made by the bone daggers and immediately entered the Neo-Demon’s body and traveled to the sluggish Bloodline Heart.
“ROAR!” Myriad released a roar full of rage and killing intent as he stared at the Tree of Massacre’s soul.
The tree lacked sentience and only acted based on instincts, so it attacked when it saw the newcomer, unleashing phantasmagoric branches.
Under Zatiel’s nurturing, the Tree of Massacre improved significantly, reaching the Pseudo Rank 7 level and evolving beyond its original species.
Unfortunately for the tree, Myriad’s soul force was also at the Pseudo Rank 7 level, and he was better in every possible way.
The battle between the two souls did not last much, as Myriad tore apart the enemy in a matter of minutes.
As the Tree of Massacre’s soul crumbled and was about to dissipate, Myriad opened his mouth and swallowed it.
That was not simply devouring the opponent since Myriad Rebirth Doomsday Avatar managed to partially assimilate it, becoming the new core of the Tree of Massacre’s body. At that moment, the branches stopped hurting Zatiel and began to mutate, becoming metallic and much more powerful.
Just when that fight ended, the one between Zatiel’s True Will and the King in Yellow’s Primordial Essence also reached its conclusion.
The True Will managed to pulverize the evil aura into harmless energy, but the price he paid was equally high, as his entire being ended petrified.
Myriad, who was just getting used to his new body, felt how Zatiel’s life force vanished, his brain waves turned off, and his soul force showed the last sign of fleeting vitality.
He panicked and immediately began to use his new body to channel Elemental Chaos and Origin Power around him into the Neo-Demon. He even pierced the asteroids and stars in the surroundings with his branches and sucked what little life there was in them.
Unfortunately, no matter what Myriad did, Zatiel’s body and soul were so damaged that they could not use those forces to heal.
Myriad did not give up, even going to the extreme of channeling his own soul force into the Neo-Demon, but it did not work.
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Ezequiel and the Sky Breakers were all gathered on Atlas’ upper floor. Once the King in Yellow took Zatiel away to an unknown location in the void, the Supreme Neo-Demon called this meeting so they could figure out the best path forward.
Although they were all frustrated and angry, there was no sadness or panic in their eyes, as they believed from the bottom of their souls that Zatiel would be fine, like always.
However, they all felt a sharp pain in their hearts without any warning as a sense of utter sorrow and loss assaulted them.
Sophia and Zitra fell to the ground, and they grabbed their chest as tears fell down their faces. Their faces lost their color, and they could not stop their bodies from trembling.
“Father…” Dante spoke that word in a broken and weak voice as everything around him turned foggy.
“Brother.” Heinz stared at the rest of the Neo-Demons in the room, hoping that he was the only one feeling these horrible sensations, so he could say to himself that they were fake, but the reality was not what he expected.
Ezequiel froze for a moment before his breathing became faster and faster. He teleported out of the Magic Tower and stood in the sky looking at the void.
He felt the connection of his Genus Chaotic Core with the one that stood above all others vanish. If Zatiel’s soul had shattered, the Soul Seed would have saved his Primordial Essence, and he would not feel this way, so there was only one answer.
“NOOOOOOO!” The Supreme Neo-Demon roared with all his strength as Primordial Entropy Lightning blasted everything away, and his emotions were out of control.
Ezequiel’s breathing did not calm down, but the sadness in his eyes slowly became something else. Dark killing intent emerged from him as he turned toward the location where the rest of the Divinity Faith Army’s troops gathered after the loss of Saint City.
“I… WILL… KILL YOU ALL!!!”
An arc of primeval white lightning bathed in dark killing intent flashed away like a bloodthirsty shooting star signaling the start of a slaughter.
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There was a cocoon made of metallic branches in that desolated corner of the Prima Universe where the Lord of Beginning and End and the King in Yellow battled to the death.
It had copious amounts of refined Elemental Chaos, Origin Power, life force, and even soul force inside it, but their target could not use them, as his body and soul were beyond the point of healing.
Zatiel Daybreak, the Incarnation of Death and Destruction, the Neo-Demon Ancestor, perished.