Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 435: Before The Storm

Clyde made up his mind.

He couldn’t wait for the higher realms to strike first. If they were really preparing to crush him and Asqa then he would crush them before they could move. He would divide their forces. Hit hard and hit earlier than they expected.

"I’ll pick them off one by one," he muttered, eyes narrowed with quiet resolve. "Hmm... Looks like I’ll need Asmodeus’s support again to do it."

Then after deciding on the next course of action, Clyde activated [Flight].

The power surged through his limbs and his body rose with a rush of air. The cracked sky and burning wasteland shrank beneath him as he launched toward Asqa’s last known zone.

Black clouds streaked past and his vision pierced the fog and ruin ahead.

He saw the carnage from above before he even spotted her.

Masses of monster corpses im various states like charred, split, crushed, and cleaved in every grotesque form can be seem. Some still twitched. Some were scattered in pieces so small they were barely recognizable as former creatures.

Clyde smirked in pride.

Asqa had become what he hoped for—what he had shaped her into. No longer hesitant or soft. She had turned into a cold-blooded slayer, a weapon as brutal and efficient as she needed to be for the war to come.

He descended from the sky and landed soundlessly among broken stone and blackened soil, his boots sinking slightly into the soaked earth. Blood and ash swirled around him.

"Asqa," he called.

From behind a fallen column, she appeared. Her white robe dark and slick with blood now, her wand humming faintly with residual magic power. Her black hair hair was tied back and her expression was still looks focused, precise, lethal.

She walked toward him with fast steps.

"You done already?" she asked.

Clyde gave a slight nod, eyes scanning the battlefield around her.

"You’ve done well," he said woth voice filled with honest approval. "I’m sure there wont be muc that can challenge us now."

"I hope so. I’ve been killong them nonstop that their numbers thinning," Asqa replied. "Or maybe they’re retreating or jidong somewhere. Either way, it’s too quiet lately."

"Maybe," Clyde said. Then he changed into serious topic. "I think that the higher beings will be regrouping and planning."

Asqa’s gaze sharpened as if hearing hia thought.

"You want to strike first?" she asked.

"Yes," Clyde said. "Asmodeus will lend some of his forces. I want to begin to attack first. Disrupt them before they can coordinate with the others."

Asqa didn’t question it. She simply nodded. "When?"

"Soon." Clyde smiled faintly.

Asqa couldn’t wait to fight again. He could see it in her eyes, the hunger.

They had been grinding endlessly, pushing themselves beyond what most would consider possible.

Their bodies that now evolved into near-divine forms had grown strong enough to barely feel fatigue anymore. And yet, they wanted to feel it—to push themselves so far that even their superhuman endurance reached its limit.

Asqa felt it. Clyde also felt it. The need to keep going. To go further. To feel the edge again.

But now, they both knew that they were pretty much ready.

Asqa had reached Level 205, and now the aura around ber body was like sharpened storm of controlled wrath.

Clyde stood at Level 299. The monsters in Ruin had grown scarce—thinned out after the sheer scale of their rampages. There was nothing left here to challenge them.

It was time to move from this place.

Clyde pulled the amulet from around his neck. He focused, and a circular glyph spun open in the air, glowing with violet color. Space bent, and a swirling portal formed before them.

He glanced at Asqa who gave him a simple nod. Together, they stepped through.

They arrived at the mansion again.

As they entered, the Demon spoldiers nodded at them and servants bowed and ushered them into the dining hall directly, where a lavish meal had been prepared.

They ate in silence at first, hunger driving every bite. The fury of battle had left them drained despite their power, and the rich food was a reward well-earned.

The warmth of the firelight glowed across their tired faces as they finished the last of the meal.

Afterward, Clyde leaned back and looked toward Asqa.

"You should rest dor now. We’ll move soon."

Asqa didn’t argue. She nodded ans stood, wiped her mouth, and made her way wordlessly to her own room. She just wanted to go bath, cleaning her body from the gore, and sleep.

Clyde headed to his own room. Once inside, he sat on the edge of the bed.

He reached into his table and took the tablet of Codex—the one he had taken from Director Morvius. Its surface glowing faintly with encrypted magical data.

Clyde narrowed his eyes and removed the amulet from around his neck. He placed the tablet in front of him and concentrated using his intent.

The runes on the amulet began to shift, aligning with the glyphs etched into the tablet.

Blue and violet light intertwined.

The tablet began to disintegrate into threads of magical lights, each line is a sliver of the higher domain’s coordinates, portal patterns, and locks to their protective wards.

The glowing strands wrapped around the amulet like vines of light, embedding themselves into its core.

The runes on the amulet absorbed them, reshaping and rewriting themselves in real time.

Sparks flared and the the air around Clyde trembled.

After several seconds, the glow faded, and the amulet pulsed softy once when its new power settled.

It now held what the tablet once had which is the coordinates of every higher being’s domain, sealed gate, hidden path.

Clyde held it up, the weight of what he now possessed humming in his palm.

"One by one," he whispered. "They won’t even see it coming."

He lay back, the amulet still clutched in his hand.

Tomorrow, the hunt would begin. He would start killing the higher beings one by one before they knew it coming.

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