God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1441: Attacked Again (2).

And from each rift, a {Stellar Razor} emerged.

The blades hung suspended for a heartbeat, catching the multicolored light of the Graveyard of Stars. Silver-grey metal with purple undertones and that eerie green luminescence pulsing along their centers.

One thousand blades. All pointed down.

The first wave of Kaelor Fiends simply ceased to exist. The {Stellar Razors} punched through chitin and flesh like they weren’t even there, the Chaos Ether-infused edges creating wounds that couldn’t be healed. Each blade killed its target, then continued through to strike the ones behind, and behind those, momentum carrying them through multiple bodies before finally embedding in the ground.

And then the **Lacerate** property kicked in.

The wounds didn’t just kill—they spread. Cracks radiated from each impact point, the Chaos Ether contamination eating away at surrounding tissue like acid. Fiends that weren’t directly hit still fell, their bodies failing as the corruption spread through them.

In less than three seconds, Cain had killed over five thousand Kaelor Fiends.

The horde recoiled, the tide of bodies actually flowing backward as the survivors tried to escape the killing field. But they were packed too tightly. The ones in back pushed forward while the ones in front tried to flee, creating a crush of confused, panicked creatures.

Cain didn’t give them time to recover.

He recalled the {Stellar Razors}, the blades ripping free from corpses and earth to return to their spatial storage. The spell matrices reformed instantly, targeting coordinates shifting to track the moving horde.

"{Falling Stars of Orion}."

Space tore open again. Another thousand blades. Another devastating rain of death.

This time the Kaelor Fiends tried to scatter, breaking formation to avoid the attack. It didn’t help. Cain’s targeting was precise, each blade guided to maximize casualties. The {Stellar Razors} fell like actual stars, trailing purple-green light as they punched through the horde.

More Fiends died. More bodies hit the ground, contaminated wounds spreading corruption to anything nearby.

The eastern flank of the horde collapsed entirely, the survivors fleeing in complete disorder.

Cain’s grin was feral now. This. This was what he’d been waiting for.

He drew deeper from his {Mana Vault}, pulling enough energy that the air around him began to distort from the sheer density of mana. The {Arbitrator’s Stamp} gloves blazed with light, harmonizing forces that would normally tear a human apart.

Time to escalate.

"{Heavenly Blue Lightning}."

The sky above the horde turned white.

Cain didn’t use the single-target version. He went straight for the area effect. Storm clouds materialized out of nothing, purple-black masses that crackled with electrical potential. Then the lightning came down.

Not one bolt. Not ten. Hundreds. Thousands. Each one branching into smaller arcs as it descended, creating a web of electrical death that covered the entire northern section of the horde.

The Kaelor Fiends screamed—a sound Cain hadn’t known they could make. Their chitinous bodies conducted electricity beautifully, each lightning strike chaining through dozens of creatures before grounding out. The smell of ozone and burning flesh filled the air.

Cain held the spell, channeling more mana into it. The lightning intensified, the storm growing larger and more violent. Fiends tried to flee but were cut down by branching arcs before they could escape the effective radius.

Ten seconds of sustained bombardment. Twenty. Thirty.

When Cain finally released the spell, the northern approach was a wasteland. Thousands of charred corpses lay scattered across scorched earth, smoke rising from their remains. The few survivors that could still move crawled away, too injured to pose any threat.

He turned his attention to the southern flank.

These Fiends had learned from watching their northern counterparts die. They were spreading out, trying to minimize the effectiveness of area attacks.

Smart. Wouldn’t save them.

"{Infernal Celestial Arts: Flame Orbs}."

Dozens of human head-sized spheres of fire materialized around Cain, orbiting him like a planetary system. Each orb contained compressed fire-attribute mana, unstable and eager to release.

Cain sent them forward.

The Flame Orbs shot toward the horde, spreading out to maximize coverage. Each one targeted a different cluster of Fiends. And when they hit—

The explosions were simultaneous. Forty-seven detonations, each one creating a hemisphere of destruction roughly five meters in radius. Fire washed over the Kaelor Fiends, their chitin offering no protection against heat intense enough to melt stone.

Cain was already casting the next spell before the flames cleared.

"{Infernal Celestial Arts: Imploding Star}."

A sphere of condensed flame formed in his palm, no larger than an apple. But the power contained within it was tremendous—weeks worth of fire-attribute mana compressed into a space that shouldn’t be able to hold it.

He threw it into the densest part of the southern horde.

The sphere flew true, landing dead center among thousands of packed Fiends. For a moment, nothing happened.

Then reality inverted.

The Imploding Star didn’t explode outward—it collapsed inward, creating a localized gravity well that pulled everything within twenty meters toward the center point. Kaelor Fiends were yanked off their feet, dragged toward the sphere. They slammed together, bodies crushing against each other with bone-breaking force.

And then the fire ignited.

The compressed mana detonated, releasing all that stored energy in an instant. The resulting explosion created a hemisphere of destruction that vaporized everything within its radius and sent shockwaves radiating outward for another fifty meters beyond that.

When the dust settled, there was a perfectly circular crater where thousands of Fiends had been moments before.

Cain checked his mana reserves. Still over half full. The {Mana Vault} was living up to its name—the sheer quantity of stored power meant he could fight at this intensity for extended periods without exhaustion.

Good. Because he wasn’t done yet.

Cain channeled metal-attribute mana through the spatial connections, infusing each blade with propulsive force. The {Stellar Razors} began to vibrate, energy building rapidly.

The Kaelor Fiends hesitated. Even with their alien intelligence, they recognized danger when they saw it.

Too late.

Cain closed his fist.

The blades fell.

Not in a gradual rain—this was a coordinated strike. All one thousand {Stellar Razors} descended simultaneously, accelerating to terminal velocity in seconds. Each blade was guided by Cain’s will, directed toward specific targets within the horde.

The impact was biblical.