Building A Carnal Empire In The Fantasy World-Chapter 39: Heaven’s Judgment

Heaven’s Judgment was a lightning technique that could call down bolts from a clear sky. It was currently mid-level Earth Grade, but even at its basic stage, it hit with the power of an Earth Rank cultivation technique.

Sword of Judgment was a blade skill that imbued weapons with holy light. Also mid-level Earth Grade, but capable of cutting through almost any magical defense.

He’d also bought a powerful sword from the system’s shop. The sword was expensive, costing him most of his accumulated lust points. But looking at Cole’s shocked expression as another lightning bolt carved a smoking furrow across his chest, Kael thought it had been money well spent.

"You’re not human," Cole said, his perfect composure finally cracking. "No human could possess such capabilities to fight across realms. What are you? Demon? Angel? Some kind of spirit?"

Kael didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his left hand toward the sky and spoke a single word.

"Judgment."

Thunder rolled across the clear night sky. Lightning began to gather in the clouds that hadn’t been there moments before, drawn by Kael’s will and shaped by his power.

Cole looked up at the growing storm and his face went pale. "That’s not possible. Lightning magic requires years of study. Decades of practice."

"Maybe for some people," Kael said with a shrug. "I’m a fast learner."

The first bolt came down like the wrath of heaven itself. Cole threw himself sideways, but the lightning followed him, guided by Kael’s will. It struck the Sanguine Court member in the chest and sent him flying twenty feet to crash into the ruins of a garden wall.

Smoke rose from his armor where the lightning had burned through the metal. His perfect pale skin was charred black in a dozen places.

But he was still moving.

"Mortal lightning," Cole gasped, struggling to his feet. "I’ve survived worse. My regeneration—"

The second bolt cut off his boasting. This one came down at an angle, striking him in the shoulder and driving him to his knees. The smell of burned flesh filled the air.

"The problem with regeneration," Kael observed, walking closer with his sword held ready, "is that it requires life force. And you’ve been burning through yours pretty quickly tonight."

It was true. Cole’s healing was noticeably slower now. The burns from the lightning weren’t fading as quickly as his earlier injuries had. Centuries of stored life energy were finite, and the battle with the two women had already cost him dearly.

But he wasn’t finished yet.

Cole raised his hands and began to weave another spell. Not the simple tentacles from before, but something more complex. Blood magic symbols appeared in the air around him, glowing with malevolent power.

"If I’m going to die," he snarled, "then I’m taking you with me. Blood Sacrifice: Soul Destruction!"

The symbols began to pulse faster, drawing power not just from Cole’s stored life energy, but from his very soul. It was a technique that would kill him in the end, but not before it obliterated everything within a hundred yards.

Kael felt the temperature drop again, but this time it was different. This wasn’t entropy magic, this was annihilation itself, the complete negation of existence.

He had perhaps ten seconds before the spell reached critical mass.

Madam Vex and Velara were already running, but they wouldn’t get far enough in time. The blast radius was too large, and they were still weakened from their earlier battle.

Kael could probably survive it. His system-enhanced body was tougher than it looked, and his new skills might be able to protect him. But the women would die, and probably half the estate grounds would be reduced to ash.

Unless he did something decisive.

Kael raised both hands toward the sky and poured every ounce of power he had into a single technique.

Not just his cultivation energy, but the system’s power itself. He felt his leftover experience points draining like water from a broken cup, fueling a display that should have been impossible at his level.

"Heaven’s Judgment: Divine Strike!"

The sky split open.

Not lightning this time, but pure concentrated light. A pillar of radiance descended from the heavens like the finger of an angry god. It struck Cole at the exact moment his soul destruction spell reached its peak.

The two forces met in a silent explosion that turned night into day for miles around. The light was so bright it burned afterimages into the retinas of anyone looking toward the estate. The sound, when it finally came, was like the world breaking apart.

When the flash faded and the thunder stopped echoing, Cole was gone. Not just dead, completely erased. The ground where he’d been standing was glass, fused by heat beyond imagining. Even his blood magic symbols had been burned away, leaving nothing but empty air.

Kael swayed on his feet, completely drained. The Divine Strike had used up everything he had left—cultivation energy, system power, even some of his life force. But it had worked.

Madam Vex and Velara picked themselves up from where they’d been thrown by the shockwave. Both women stared at the glass crater, then at Kael, their eyes wide with something between awe and terror.

"What are you?" Madam Vex whispered.

Kael managed a tired smile. "Just a guy trying to help his friends."

He took a step toward them, then stumbled. The battle was over, but the cost had been higher than he’d expected. Using system power directly like that came with consequences he was only beginning to understand.

But they were alive. All three of them were alive, and Cole was nothing but a memory burned into glass.

That had to count for something at least.

In the distance, they could hear the sounds of the ongoing hunt as other Church soldiers searched the estate grounds. Soon, they would have to move, just in case the battle draws over more knights, joining up with the others in the Blackwood Forest to find safety before dawn revealed their location.