Against The True Gods-Chapter 134: In between(IV)—Leviathan(II)

Leviathans were Lords of the Skies, Gods of the Seas, and Darlings of Storms, their bodies being Great Progenitors of all poison and corrosion.

They were true legends.

Their Will held the fathomless depths of the seas, their flesh the unapproachable might of the heavens, and their minds the chaotic width of a storm.

As the Leviathan rushed toward Caine, its body moving with terrifying force, these truths became evident. Its poison spread through the air, creating an all-encompassing domain that corroded every form of qi it touched.

Waves of storms collided and exploded upon Caine like the clashing hands of divine titans, while lightning of the Leviathan’s own creation tore through the skies, aiming to pierce through his body.

Its scales, shimmering with ethereal brilliance, reflected damage away while simultaneously casting countless spells that ripped through the battlefield. Despite its massive size, its movements were swift and precise, each strike aimed to claim Caine’s life.

Its Will twisted and dyed the very fabric of space, an unstoppable tide of supremacy that echoed through every corner of the battlefield.

But Caine was Caine.

While Leviathans may be legends, Quilins were Gods. And in the hands of a man such as Caine, their power became something far greater.

Demonic Quilins ruled through the wrath of the Heavens, the chaos of the oceans, and the emptiness of the skies. Their blood burned with hatred, their flesh radiated fury, and they embodied destruction in its purest form.

Caine moved with blinding speed, his claws tearing into the serpent’s flesh while his talons ripped off its supposedly indestructible scales. He wielded these scales as weapons, slicing through the Leviathan’s body with its own armor.

His onslaught was relentless. Pillars of inescapable lightning rained down from the heavens, each strike accompanied by waves of frost that accumulated around the Leviathan, slowing its monstrous speed.

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Caine had no care for his body. Wounds accumulated across his frame, yet they healed as quickly as they formed. His blood qi surged through his veins with unfathomable might, while his death and life qi intertwined to render him a quasi-immortal being.

His True Royal Demonic Will was unstoppable. Every wound he inflicted on the Leviathan refused to close, his Will dictating a law that overpowered the creature’s natural regenerative capabilities. His Will hammered into the Leviathan’s mind, driving it into a maddened frenzy.

And as the battle raged on, Caine’s mastery over his Demonic Will only grew, its royal trait advancing with every moment.

This was a battle between an immortal beastial man and a primordial predator of old.

Neither was willing to take a step back.

They clashed.

BOOOOOM!

Soran looked upward, his gaze fixed on the battle his master was waging. He couldn’t comprehend how Caine had reached such a level of power.

The movements were too fast to follow, the skies filled with phantom impacts that overlapped and lagged atop one another. The air was thick with the terror of two ancient Wills colliding.

Frost and poison battled for dominance.

White and black lightning clashed violently, while formations and spells intertwined in the skies.

Silver and emerald blood fell like ominous rain, the heavens themselves trembling under the weight of their struggle. Your journey continues at novelbuddy

Furious storms filled the skies as man and beast waged a battle for supremacy in a deadly dance of violence and chaos.

It was terrifying.

’All hail his majesty,’ Soran thought with a grin as he dove back into the heat of his own battle.

BANG!

[Blight Art: Frozen Lands of Omertha]

Around the wounded Leviathan, countless formations manifested, linking together and slowing its body and perception to a crawl.

Caine’s wings flapped violently, propelling him through the air. His fist collided with the serpent’s mouth, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Before the Leviathan could recoil, Caine dove straight into its maw.

[Blight Art: Simple Palm]

A massive, radiant silver hand materialized within the Leviathan’s mouth. With a single motion, Caine directed it to grab one of the creature’s colossal fangs and rip it out.

SKREEEE!

The Leviathan let out an ear-splitting roar of pain as emerald blood gushed from its wound.

Unfazed, Caine summoned three more palms, each tearing out another fang in quick succession.

[Blight Art: Lance of Gar’halla]

The torn fangs hovered in the air, trembling under the influence of countless runes. They transformed into gigantic emerald blades, their edges glowing with ominous energy.

Caine shot out of the Leviathan’s mouth, stabilizing himself high in the skies. With a series of shadowboxing movements, the blades responded to his Will, slicing through the air and embedding themselves into the Leviathan’s body before it could react.

HISSSS!

The Leviathan roared in anger and humiliation, its massive form coiling through the skies. Though the blades were crafted from its own fangs, Caine had altered their poison, turning it against the creature.

The combination of its own venom and the speed of the blades created wounds faster than the Leviathan could hope to heal, leaving it in a dire state.

"MORTAL!" the Leviathan bellowed in a runic tongue, its voice filled with desperation and fury. "CEASE THIS CHARADE NOW AND—"

Caine’s fist crashed into its face, his muscles bulging as all his qi burned in one decisive blow.

The Leviathan plummeted to the ground with such force that the resulting crater seemed bottomless.

Caine followed, directing the emerald blades downward. They pierced into the still-sinking serpent, pinning it into the earth.

Standing alone in the skies, his body drenched in blood that was not his own, his aura radiating with vicious and sinful intent, Caine truly embodied the word demon.

And he wasn’t finished.

The Blight Art series of spells he wielded was only one of five he had forged in his life.

There were others.

"…[I call upon the blood of those forgotten in the beyond, those chained in limbo, those forsaken by the skies, those lost in the great darkness, and those shattered by the old will.]…"

Caine’s voice echoed in the runic tongue, his nine rings appearing behind him as the skies above darkened further.

"…[Fall under my Will and grant me power. Allow me to restore balance.]…"

Lightning from the heavens coalesced, spiraling around him before forming a massive wheel that encircled his rings.

Dark blue runes shimmered across the wheel as it began to spin, gathering power with every revolution.

Blood leaked from Caine’s mouth, his body trembling under the immense strain, but his gaze burned with unrelenting fury.

He was making a statement. A statement that Fate would never forget.

The wheel spun faster, supercharging the gathered lightning as it poured into his rings.

Caine raised his hands to the skies with excruciating slowness, as though chains were holding him down. And they were—laws of the world itself tried to halt his spell, but it was futile.

His brain ruptured, his flesh tore apart, but all that adorned his face was a maddened, triumphant smile.

His palm faced the heavens.

RUMBLE!

From the crater below, the Leviathan trembled, sensing what was to come.

It had seen this spell before. But how could a mortal…

"…[Come to me…]…"

[Tarnished Art: Fall of—]

"…[Longinus.]…"

BANG!

Caine’s palm slowly closed as a blurry spear formed within his grasp.

SHING!

Everything was severed.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!