Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 508: Coming Out

Asqa knew she had to act now.

Clyde was still screaming while trapped in that final crucible of his transformation and if no one bought him time, it would all end before he could rise as a stronger being.

Gritting her teeth, she took a breath and stepped toward the front door.

Her bracelet shimmered with swirling crimson light of readied power. The mansion creaked around her with the weight of tension as if even the walls understood what was coming.

She couldn’t win and that much was clear. Against Archangels, Celestials, Demon Kings, and their army, victory wasn’t even on the table.

But maybe she could buy some time with her strength right now.

Peeking through the side window she spotted the Demons army outside who were guarding the mansion.

Lesser Demons mostly and they were trembling while clutching their weapons, but standing their ground all the same.

They knew the truth as well. That they were going to die but not one of them had run.

Asqa felt a tight pang of respect in her chest.

"Those brave fools," she whispered. "Thank you."

But she couldn’t stay waiting with Clyde’s soul still forging.

She turned her head, casting one last glance at the door to Clyde’s room. The screaming hadn’t stopped. Her fists tightened.

Then she faced the window again.

Outside, the enemy had fully assembled.

The Demon Kings loomed like towers of wrath. The Archangels radiated judgmental fury. The Celestials shimmered with their power and elements, dozens of them.

And in their midst, a god clad in lightning stepped forward, thunder roaring across his skin.

"Show yourself!" he shouted, voice cracking through the Ruin. "We know you’re in there, anomaly!"

More voices of angry Celestials who flaring their powers shouted with hungry eyes followed his shout.

They weren’t asking for surrender. They wanted th dead right away.

However, Asqa didn’t feel fear. Instead she felt anger.

Hadn’t they learned after all the death and the battles? After everything she and Clyde did to push back against their tyranny?

They were arrogant again already.

Her gaze locked onto the thunder god. She extended her hand and the bracelet on her wrist flared green following her intent.

Venompus light gathered into dense and spinning spot.

She didn’t wait for ceremony.

The arrow formed and launched with a high-pitched whine.

It tore through the window with terrifying speed, leaving a sonic boom in its wake.

Before the thunder god could react the arrow hit square in the chest.

"AAAAARRGH!"

His roar of surprise turned into a scream of agony. The venom spread instantly, eating through his Celestial flesh, devouring his body like wildfire.

He tried to call down lightning to burn it out. Tried to cleanse himself with his own holy wrath. But it was futile.

He fell from the sky and landed hard on a floating landmass and thrashed violently for several seconds before his body melted away into blackened sludge.

Silence fell for a moment among the ranks.

Inside the mansion, a glowing system prompt appeared in Asqa’s vision showing that she had killed one of the Celestial and get the Exp.

"Hmh," she muttered, stepping through the shattered glass. "He was weak."

Then she jumped out. She had to lead the battle away from Clyde no matter the cost until he was finished.

When Asqa finally emerged from the shattered front of the mansion, the effect was immediate.

Across the battlefield the vast ranks of Higher Beings stirred with heightened urgency. Tension snapped tight.

Faces turned serious. Their weapons lifted and their auras flared bright.

There she was, the anomaly had appeared. The one who had shattered their balance and broken their sense of power and authority.

The Archangels readied their spears. and flaring their wings wide.

The Celestials conjured intricate sigils and magic in the air, pulling the forces of their magic power to their will.

The Demon Kings narrowed their burning eyes but they also grinning with predatory delight.

But one among them reacted more than the others. It was none other than Archangel Uriel.

Flames erupted behind her, forming a halo of wrath as she stepped forward.

Her white-gold armor burned with seething radiance and her eyes locked onto Asqa like a predator finding prey.

"You!" Uriel snarled under her breath. "You the one who defiled my domain and killed my angels."

Her rage erupted outward in gouts of flame as she prepared to strike her but Asqa barely acknowledged her.

She had no time to duel personal grudges with one Higher Being. She had to keep moving.

She soared into the broken sky and darting between the floating landmasses like a streak of green and white of his robe.

And then they came at once. The Celestials unleashed their armies at her.

From their ranks thhat filled the sky the troops poured forth. Each of the soldiers reflecting the nature of the Celestiials they served.

From the goddess who had power of frost came warriors clad in glacial crystal wielding frozen halberds that trailed blizzards behind them.

From the war god of steel and storms came armored and giant soldiers who stomping forward with thunderous step. They were covered in spinning blades and crackling with magic power.

Feathered serpent-priests of a jungle god rode giant scaled birds while casting light like lances.

And from a Celestial of law and purity came silver knights moving in perfect formation. Their eyes burning with powe and their swords glowing.

All of them flew or charged after Asqa. Hundreds or perhaps thousands of them converging.

But she didn’t slow. Spinning in the air, Asqa twisted her body mid-flight and calling down a spiral of green arrows that burst outward in a venomous shockwave.

Dozens of the frost warriors froze and writhed in pain from within before they could even raise their weapons.

Another move of her hand sent a crimson tether that immediately latching onto one of the thunder soldiers then she yanked and pulling its body straight into a field of her magic that crushed it into nothing but parts and broken energy.

Arrows of venom, spheres of explosive miasma, slashes made of concentrated magic power. Asqa unleashed them in rapid succession while weaving death with every movement.

The sky above the Ruin burned with color as the first waves of the armies died under her attack.

But they weren’t stopping and neither would she.

She had to keep them away from the mansion. Clyde’s screams had to end before her live did.

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