Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 551: War Of God 2

Odin raised Gungnir high above his head, and the ancient spear blazed with primordial radiance.

"FOR ASGARD!"

His voice rolled across the heavens like the decree of a sovereign god.

The response was immediate.

The Bifrost Guard surged forward, shields interlocking in a wall of golden light. The Valkyries descended from the sky like streaking comets, their winged helms gleaming as they drew celestial blades. The Einherjar roared as one, centuries of battle-lust igniting in their veins.

Then the two tides collided. Steel met claws.

Golden shields crashed against crimson war-beasts with thunderous force. The impact alone shattered the plains into craters. Frost giants, long dormant within sacred temples, awoke at Odin’s summons—towering figures of ice and rune-carved stone—joining the fray with earth-splitting swings of their colossal axes.

Above, Valkyries dove through stormclouds, slicing drakons in mid-flight. Flaming blood rained from the sky as winged corpses spiraled downward. Einherjar locked into brutal combat with Minotaurs, axes cleaving through burning fists, horns snapping under enchanted blades.

For every monster felled, two more emerged.

Zeus’s empowerment pulsed visibly through Ares’s army. Crimson sigils burned beneath their feet, amplifying strength, dulling pain, driving them beyond mortal limits.

Mountains trembled under repeated impacts.

The Rainbow Bridge fractured in spiderweb patterns as stray shockwaves tore across its surface.

Golden temples shattered, marble columns collapsing beneath stray blasts of war-energy.

And still, Asgard held.

Sif moved like a storm-blade incarnate. Her sword traced arcs of silver light, cleaving through three drakons in a single spinning strike. Their massive bodies crashed behind her in flaming ruin.

Hela extended both hands, and from the soil burst ghostly wraith-legions—ancient dead bound to her will. They surged into the enemy ranks, tearing through Spartoi war-spirits with shrieks of necrotic fury.

Odin thrust Gungnir forward.

Lightning did not merely fall from the sky—it answered him. Entire battalions of war-beasts were swallowed by cascading pillars of white-gold thunder, their roars cut short in blinding explosions.

But Ares’s forces did not falter.

They adapted.

Cyclopean hounds leapt onto frost giants, molten jaws tearing through enchanted ice. Gorgon-blooded soldiers locked eyes with Asgardian captains, turning shields to stone mid-charge. Phobetor nightmare-beasts seeped into the minds of lesser warriors, dragging them into hallucinations of terror.

The battlefield descended into layered chaos—strategy and brutality intertwining.

And at the center of it all, Ares walked forward.

His every step shattered the ground. Every swing of the Godslayer Spear obliterated whatever stood before him. Shields split like dry wood. Spears bent and snapped. Even enchanted armor caved inward under a single thrust.

His crimson aura carved a path through the battlefield.

His gaze locked onto Sharky. The battlefield seemed to quiet for half a heartbeat.

He stopped exactly ten meters away from Sharky.

He did not advance another step, nor did he retreat. It was as if an invisible boundary had formed between them, a line neither would cross lightly.

The battlefield gradually fell silent.

Asgardian warriors froze mid-swing, their weapons suspended in the air. The monstrous beasts halted in half-roar, their growls fading into uneasy silence. Even the flames crawling across shattered stone seemed to lower, flickering uncertainly as though aware that something far greater was about to unfold.

The wind died.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, swallowing the last remnants of light.

For one suspended heartbeat, the entire world seemed to hold its breath.

Ares slowly lifted the Godslayer Spear. Lightning coiled around its tip, crackling with destructive intent as he aimed it directly at Sharky.

"You," Ares said, his voice low yet carrying across the plains like distant thunder. "You killed my son."

Sharky stood unmoving, Astrid already secured behind Asgard’s defensive formations. His posture was relaxed, his expression calm to the point of indifference.

"He kidnapped my children," Sharky replied evenly. "That was his mistake."

The words struck Ares harder than any physical blow.

His grip tightened around the spear shaft until the divine metal emitted a strained hum. Crimson aura erupted from his body, surging upward like a volcanic inferno. War-intent thickened the air, pressing down on all living beings nearby.

"You took my blood," Ares growled, eyes blazing like twin suns. "Now I will take yours."

Sharky stepped forward.

Just one step.

Yet the ground beneath his foot cracked outward instantly, glowing fractures spreading like a spiderweb across the plains. White-blue radiance ignited around him, not wild or chaotic, but terrifyingly controlled. Luminara power compressed layer upon layer, distorting the surrounding space as though reality itself struggled to endure his presence.

"It seems," Sharky said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion, "you’ve forgotten how I humiliated you."

The reminder was like salt poured into an open wound.

Ares’s face twisted violently. Veins bulged along his temples as war-energy surged to its peak, lightning runes spiraling frantically along the length of the Godslayer Spear.

"I will take that revenge," he snarled. "And I will humiliate you before all realms."

Sharky’s gaze shifted.

The warmth that once lingered there vanished completely.

Crimson light slowly seeped into his irises, cold and absolute.

"You will receive your death soon enough."

Both of them lowered their centers of gravity.

Ares angled his spear forward, storm-energy condensing at its blade. Sharky flexed his fists, radiant power gathering silently around him.

Aura collided with aura.

The plains of Asgard trembled violently under the crushing pressure of their opposing forces. Lightning tore across the darkened sky. Shockwaves rippled outward before either had even thrown a strike.

Around them, warriors instinctively retreated. Because everyone present understood, the next exchange would not merely decide victory. It would decide the fate of gods.

---

Within Olympus, the divine law established by Zeus descended like an invisible cage, binding every goddess in place. They could not interfere. They could not descend. They could not aid him.

They could only watch.

And so they watched.

Upon her throne, Hera’s fingers dug into the armrest so fiercely that cracks spread across the divine marble beneath her grasp. Her breathing was unsteady as memory after memory surged through her mind—Sharky’s warmth, the firmness of his embrace, the way he had looked at her as though she were the only being in existence. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall.

Athena stood in rigid silence, her heart pounding in a way she had never experienced before. She had never feared for any warrior’s life—not even in the most catastrophic battles of the Titanomachy. Yet now, watching him stand against Ares, she felt an unfamiliar tension tightening around her chest.

Artemis paced restlessly across the marble floor like a wolf denied the hunt. Her fingers gripped her bow until her knuckles turned pale. She hated this feeling—hated being restrained, hated being unable to fight beside him.

Demeter covered her mouth with trembling hands. She remembered the gentleness with which he had comforted her, the strength he had shown while healing wounds no one else could see. The memory of his warmth only made the present helplessness more unbearable.

Persephone’s chest rose and fell unevenly. Anxiety tightened around her heart as she recalled the nights they had shared, the softness in his voice when he had spoken her name. Watching him now, facing the War God alone, made her feel as though the underworld itself was collapsing inside her.

Aphrodite sat silently, her nails pressing into her palm. Desire, fear, admiration—every emotion tangled within her heart. She had never seen a man stand so calmly before annihilation, and that calmness only intensified the fire burning within her.

Even Enyo, who had once sworn vengeance, felt her breath falter. Her cheeks flushed faintly as memories she did not fully understand stirred within her. Against her will, a quiet plea escaped her thoughts.

"Don’t die... Sharky.’

Across Olympus, every goddess remained bound by divine law.

Helpless.

Forced to watch as the man they loved stood alone upon the plains of Asgard, facing an enraged War God armed with Zeus’s divine weapon.

---

Ares slowly raised the Godslayer Spear.

Lightning coiled around its blade, divine runes blazing as Zeus’s power surged violently within it. The air distorted from the sheer density of war-intent gathering around the weapon.

Opposite him, Sharky calmly cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp and steady amid the suffocating tension.

The next instant, Ares vanished.

He disappeared in a violent burst of war-lightning, leaving behind only a thunderclap that split the plains.

Sharky’s pupils contracted. But he was a fraction too late. Space behind him tore open.

Ares reappeared in an arc of crimson lightning, faster than a thunderbolt descending from the heavens.

"THIS IS FOR PHOBOS!"

With a roar that shook the clouds, Ares thrust the Godslayer Spear forward, pouring into it every ounce of rage, hatred, and divine energy Zeus had secretly infused within him.

The spear tore through the air. And pierced Sharky’s chest.

For the first time in the Marvelous Multiverse, Sharky Valor bled.

The spear drove cleanly through his ribs and burst out from his back in a spray of radiant crimson. The impact did not merely wound him; it impaled him completely.

Ares lifted him into the air like a trophy skewered upon a divine standard, then hurled him downward.

CRACK—BOOM—

The ground shattered.

A massive crater exploded across the golden stone of Asgard, fractures splitting outward for miles. Shockwaves ripped across the battlefield, sending warriors and monsters alike crashing to the ground.

The sky flashed white.

The Godslayer Spear burned brighter and brighter, divine lightning spiraling wildly along its length as Ares roared in triumph.

"DIE LIKE THE MORTAL YOU PRETEND NOT TO BE!"

All the stored lightning within the spear detonated at once. Zeus’s hidden divine essence surged violently into Sharky’s body, discharging in a blinding column of annihilation that incinerated everything within the crater.

Sharky’s body convulsed under the onslaught. Never before had he been driven this close to death. The power of the strike was so overwhelming that all Nine Realms trembled simultaneously.

— 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

In Olympus, the throne room shook violently. Sacred statues toppled. Marble columns splintered under invisible pressure.

Hera’s face turned pale as she gripped the edge of her throne. "No... no... this much...?"

Athena’s hand instinctively pressed against her chest as if the spear had pierced her instead. Persephone collapsed to her knees, her strength abandoning her. Demeter covered her mouth, trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down Aphrodite’s face. Artemis’s composure shattered entirely.

"Sharky!!"

Her scream echoed through the hall.

—

In the Underworld, rivers of souls surged wildly. The air darkened as if mourning.

In Midgard, storms erupted without warning. Lightning split the skies. Sensitive minds across Earth felt a sudden surge of inexplicable terror. The Guardians sensed that something catastrophic had just occurred.

—

On Asgard’s battlefield, the shockwave knocked warriors from both sides flat onto the shattered ground.

Sif gasped in horror.

Hela’s eyes turned pitch-black, death-energy flooding outward uncontrollably.

Odin tightened his grip on Gungnir, his expression grim.

"That weapon... it surpasses ordinary divinity."

—

Even in distant space, galaxies rippled faintly as if brushed by a temporal disturbance.

The universe itself had felt that strike.