GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS-Chapter 221: Faithful Cries 2

Thirty seconds ago

Inside the habitable planet of the Salvia universe, a man dressed in ancient barbaric armor sat amidst the ruins of what appeared to be an enormous fairy temple, where they worshiped their old fairy gods and ancestors. The man, not of the average human size, radiated a powerful presence of law and Dao energies. His armor glistened with super groups of galaxies and stars, making his very existence cosmic.

Plunged into the ground beside him was a large sword, radiating with ravaging waves of chaotic ancient energy only found in the deepest parts of the chaotic cosmos.

The man sat at what previously seemed to be the staircase to the massive temple, fiddling with pebbles from its ruins. The pebbles levitated on his palm, spinning endlessly in a casual fashion.

Down the staircase, five elderly fairies with large, multicolored wings hovered in the distance, looking disheveled. Among them were four females and one male, each radiating powerful ancient fairy magic, which showcased their status as leading figures in the Salvia universe. Essences of Daos and Laws illuminated their majestic wings even further.

Despite their advanced ages, all the fairy beings looked heavenly and angelic, with skin as smooth as silk and divine facial features. Even the male fairy was no exception.

"When I was told I was to eradicate the Salvia universe, I was thrilled, hoping to finally meet the fairies from a different multiverse, your magic, and the beautiful wings they so claim are beyond beautiful. But now that I’ve seen it all, I must say, they are overrated. Disappointed to the core, if I must judge!"

The ancient barbaric warrior spoke, his heavy tone reverberating throughout the scene and ringing in the ears of the leading ancient fairies.

"Whose order was it to eliminate our universe? Was it the Ancient Order, or the Immortal Cosmos? Why am I even asking? There’s no difference between the two; both are never to be trusted! After all their talk of unity and a trusting treaty, they send their dogs- argk!"

One of the female fairies spoke, her tone filled with contempt and malice. But not even completing her statement, an invisible force grabbed her by the throat, interrupting her as the barbaric man’s voice rang out, this time deeper in tone and more serious in expression.

"Careful with your words now, little fly, I lack the tolerance for disrespect, especially from the likes of you." Done speaking, the female fairy was suddenly sucked in towards the barbaric cultivator as he simultaneously constructed a large energy shield in her path, causing her to smash heavily into the energy shield at breakneck speed.

A loud thud resonated in the scene as the female fairy heavily smashed into the shield, spewing out mouthfuls of violet blood mixed with internal organs as she dropped and fell on the stone stairway, her body rolling off the stairs unconscious after. The other ancient fairies watched with discontent as their bodies simultaneously erupted with fairy magic.

But suddenly, an unknown wave of power descended from above, instantly dispelling their emerging laws and Daos. This caused disbelief on the faces of the fairies as they felt their bodies restricted from any ounce of fairy magic.

(In Arkmenian) "I would recommend the Grand Cosmic General not cause unnecessary deaths, the Salvia universe is, after all, a vassal realm of the Immortal Cosmos."

Suddenly, a tall figure with three pairs of white wings flashed behind the barbaric cultivator, now identified as a Grand Cosmic General. The tall figure was dressed in majestic silver armor, bearing countless laws and Daos cultivated by the Arkmenian race from Arkmenia.

Standing with arms behind him, the Arkmenian maintained an impassive and condescending gaze while surveying everything. His words, although sounding like advice, carried hints of an order.

Listening to the arkmenian, the Grand Cosmic General scoffed as he replied, his tone not even acknowledging the arrived being in the least.

"I lack the patience to listen to your tongue, bird, so spare me the noise. And since when has a Grand Cosmic General ever taken orders from anyone other than the Cosmic Admirals? Know you place before I devour you, I heard arkmenian essence cores are quite the treat."

(In Arkmenian) "I see you have yet to visit the Ancient Monks of Antiquity; your character is as unbearable as ever. But other than you lacking the authority to devour me, you will be hunted for eternity by my race, till you cease to exist."

~Scoff~ "Ha! Hunt me through eternity, you say? What about the One Above of Athos, who not only killed one but even caused a massacre, bringing shame to the universe of Arkmenia? How’s the hunt going for him? Hahaha!"

Hearing the barbaric grand cosmic general, the arkmenian’s face went cold, clenching his fists so tight that the space barriers around him and the general shattered. But faced with the chaotic void, both entities remained unmoved, neither being affected in the least.

Suddenly closing his eyes, the arkmenian’s face brightened as a wave of law energy enveloped his being, causing an instant change of countenance.

(In Arkmenian) "In the name of her majesty, Empress Arania, I pledge on my existence, if you so ever utter words of blasphemy about our Arkmenian Motherland and its people from this instant forward, I shall erase your existence from totality and-

"Spare me the speech, arkmenian. I’m in no mood to have bird’s blood on my armor anyway."

The grand cosmic general interrupted the arkmenian, almost as if knowing the severe repercussions of the Arkmenian oath of hunt.

(In Arkmenian) "If we are done with the charade, then it’s time to do your duty."

Hearing the Arkmenian and understanding his meaning, the Grand Cosmic General’s eyes brimmed with ancient power, and a wave of ancient Qi, infused with essences of Daos and Laws, spread throughout the Salvia planet, as if announcing his dominant presence.

"It was about time those little flies’ prayers got answered."

Suddenly, as if the arrival of a god, a feminine voice resounded, and a wave of heavenly and divine energy enveloped the entire planet, invigorating hope in the hearts of the hundreds of billions of denizens of Salvia.

"Rest now, my little ones, I’m already here!"

The scene immediately went still upon the arrival of Fairy Marinella Ilk, god fairy of Athos, and direct subject to His Godship, the One Above.

Outside the planet, Fairy Marine hovered majestically, her godly fairy attire radiating grand power and regality of an existence befitting that of a True God. Coupled with her individual bluish godly essence, the mixture of verdant and blue only dignified her presence even more.

With a glance, fairy Marine gazed at the planet, her view instantly zooming in as she was suddenly hovering over the scene within the Salvia planet, her action not seeming to impress the arkmenian or the grand cosmic general, not even an eye twitch.

"For a so-called god fairy cried to for help, you are quite late. I could have exterminated the Salvia Universe if I wanted to, with how late your response was."

The grand cosmic general said as he steadily rose and grabbed the massive long sword by the hilt, his stance ready to extract his weapon and engage at any time.

On the other hand, the arkmenian, steadily levitated and drifted towards the god fairy.

"Greetings, god fairy... I am Armrok, grand cosmic general of the Immortal Cosmos, and a chief guard to her majesty, Empress Arania, of Arkmenia."

"....," Fairy Marine remained silent, looking at Armrok with an impassive gaze.

"As ordered by the Triarchs of the Immortal Cosmos, for your betrayal and violation of the treaty between the Salvia Universe and the Immortal Cosmos, you and the Salvia Universe are hereby sentenced to total annihilation as the ultimate consequence."

As he spoke, Armrok outstretched his right arm as the void outside the Salvia planet split open. Brought forward were hundreds of thousands of galaxy-sized cosmic comets, raining out of the void and disintegrating everything as they descended within the Salvia universe. Like falling raindrops, the cosmic comets descended on the scene, and one could see portions of the Salvia Universe instantly start disintegrating upon every galactic comet.

Within the planet, not even acknowledging the falling supergroups of galaxy-sized comets, or the arkmenian, Fairy Marine steadily walked towards the arkmenian, walking past him as she slowly descended and landed over the unconscious body of the female fairy ancestor, who the barbaric cosmic general had previously knocked out.

With a thought, the fairy ancestor’s body levitated towards Fairy Marine. She assumed an impressed smile as she said.

"How much you have grown, little Naria, your master would be proud," Fairy Marine spoke as she waved her finger over fairy Naria’s face, bringing her to consciousness.

"We greet the God Fairy!"

Suddenly, the remaining four fairy ancestors’ voices sounded from behind Fairy Marine, kneeling and kowtowing towards her presence. Their fairy wings spread wide and flat on the ground as they prostrated, their actions expressing their deep reverence and worship of a godly existence of their fairy race.

Not turning around, Fairy Marine looked at Naria, her disbelieving face replacing her unconscious state upon opening her eyes and being met with a literal God Fairy of their race. With a warm smile, Fairy Marine spoke, "I’m sending you and the younglings somewhere safe. The Salvia Universe will be no more after today." Her soft, feminine voice completely revitalized the five fairy ancestors, healing any wounds, fatigue, or drained energy.

Simultaneously, upon finishing her sentence, an unknown wave of godly energy enveloped the entire Salvia Universe, and suddenly, tens, if not hundreds of billions of glitches occurred simultaneously. As the glitches happened, the five fairy ancestors all faded away from the scene, as did every fairy existence at the scene, living or dead.

Silence permeated the scene as the glitches ended, leaving only Fairy Marine, the Arkmenian, and the Grand Cosmic General.

Silence hung heavy in the air, thicker than the cosmic dust swirling from the disintegrating edges of the Salvia universe. The galactic comets continued their relentless descent, each one a harbinger of oblivion, shattering star systems and voids alike as they plummeted. Yet, in the ruins of the fairy temple, the three figures stood unmoved, their presences anchoring reality itself against the chaos.

Fairy Marine’s eyes, glowing with an ethereal blue-verdant light, flicked toward the Grand Cosmic General and Armrok. Her warm smile from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a serene yet chilling indifference. "You speak of treaties and betrayals," she said, her voice a melodic whisper that cut through the rumbling destruction like a blade through silk. "But the Immortal Cosmos has feasted on universes like Salvia for eons. Your ’justice’ is nothing but the hunger of tyrants."

The Grand Cosmic General’s scoff echoed like thunder, his massive frame tensing as he yanked his sword free from the ground. The blade hummed with chaotic ancient energy, waves of it distorting the space around him, causing nearby ruins to crumble into subatomic particles. Stars and galaxies embedded in his armor flared brighter, as if drawing power from the cosmos itself. "Enough talk, fairy. I’ve waited too long to crush a so-called god under my boot."

Armrok’s three pairs of wings unfurled slightly, the white feathers shimmering with Arkmenian laws—immutable forces of order, binding, and retribution. His silver armor gleamed, runes of Daos activating in a cascade of silver light. Without a word, he nodded to the General, his impassive gaze hardening into predatory focus. In unison, they moved.

The battle erupted in an instant, a clash of titanic forces that warped the fabric of the Salvia planet and the universe beyond.

The Grand Cosmic General struck first, his movements a blur of cosmic scale. With a roar that shattered the atmosphere, he swung his massive sword in a wide arc, channeling the ravaging waves of chaotic energy into a beam of pure entropy. The attack wasn’t mere physical force; it was a torrent of ancient Qi infused with Daos of destruction and void, designed to unravel molecular bonds and erase essences from existence. The beam lanced toward Fairy Marine at speeds transcending light, twisting space-time into knots as it passed, causing the descending comets to veer off course and explode prematurely in bursts of multiversal fire.

Fairy Marine didn’t flinch. Her godly fairy attire rippled like liquid starlight, and with a subtle flick of her wrist, she summoned a barrier of verdant-blue essence—a divine shield woven from the laws of creation and harmony inherent to the fairy gods of Athos. The chaotic beam slammed into it, the impact sending shockwaves that cracked the planet’s crust and hurled temple ruins into orbit. Sparks of conflicting energies danced across the barrier: the General’s chaos gnawing at the edges, black tendrils of void trying to corrupt the shield, while Marine’s essence pushed back with regenerative pulses, healing the fractures as fast as they formed.

The barrier held, but the force propelled Marine backward, her feet skimming the stone stairs without touching them, leaving trails of blooming ethereal flowers in her wake—manifestations of her life-affirming Daos.

Armrok seized the moment, flashing forward with Arkmenian speed, his wings propelling him in a zigzag pattern that defied prediction. He thrust his right palm outward, unleashing a binding Dao: chains of silver law energy erupted from the void, each link inscribed with runes of eternal imprisonment. These weren’t physical chains; they were conceptual bindings, latching onto Fairy Marine’s godly essence, attempting to seal her movements, her magic, and even her thoughts. The chains coiled around her like serpents, tightening with the weight of Arkmenia’s accumulated cosmic authority, drawn from Empress Arania’s throne.

Fairy Marine’s eyes narrowed. She whispered an ancient incantation, her voice layering into harmonies that resonated with the planet’s core. Bluish godly essence surged from her core, infusing her wings, which unfurled to their full, iridescent span, spanning horizons. The essence clashed with the chains, causing them to vibrate and crack. With a graceful spin, she channeled a counter-Dao of liberation, shattering the bindings in an explosion of fragmented silver light. Shards of the chains rained down, embedding into the ground and causing localized voids where they landed.

The General pressed the attack, leaping skyward with earth-shaking force. His armor’s galaxies spun faster, drawing in ambient cosmic energy to amplify his strength. He descended like a meteor, sword raised overhead in a two-handed grip, infusing the blade with law energies of supremacy—making the strike not just destructive but authoritative, forcing submission on a universal level. As he fell, the sword grew, extending to planetary lengths, its edge crackling with stars being born and dying in rapid cycles.

Marine met him head-on. She extended her hands, palms outward, and summoned twin orbs of verdant energy—condensed fairy magic from the ancestral gods. These orbs expanded into lances of divine light, each tipped with blue essence that pierced realities. She hurled them upward, one aimed at the General’s chest, the other at his sword arm. The lances moved with godly precision, weaving through the air like living entities, adapting to his descent.

The first lance struck the General’s armor, exploding in a nova of blue-verdant light. Galaxies on his chestplate dimmed momentarily, the impact cracking the barbaric plating and drawing a grunt of pain from him—cosmic blood, shimmering like nebulae, seeped from the wound. The second lance grazed his arm, severing a strand of chaotic energy from his sword, causing the blade to shudder and shrink slightly.

Undeterred, the General completed his swing. The sword cleaved downward, missing Marine by inches as she teleported in a glitch of fairy magic, reappearing behind him. The missed strike hit the temple ruins instead, slicing through the planet’s mantle and exposing molten core material that erupted in geysers of lava infused with chaotic residue.

Armrok intervened, his wings beating once to generate a gale of Dao winds—currents of law that manipulated probability, making his attacks inevitable. He conjured a spear of pure Arkmenian essence from his armor, a weapon forged from the souls of ancient guardians, and hurled it at Marine’s back. The spear split mid-flight into a dozen illusory versions, each real in potency, forcing her to defend against all.

Marine spun, her attire flowing like water, and erected a dome of godly essence around herself. The spears hammered into it, each impact chipping away at the dome’s integrity. One pierced through, grazing her shoulder and drawing a line of ethereal blood that evaporated into sparkling mist. Pain flashed in her eyes, but she countered by collapsing the dome outward in a radial burst. The explosion hurled Armrok backward, his wings folding protectively as he crashed through several descending comets, shattering them into cosmic debris.

The General, recovering from his wound, charged again, this time infusing his sword with ravaging waves from the deepest chaotic cosmos. He unleashed a flurry of slashes—each one a rift in space, spewing void creatures that swarmed toward Marine: shadowy tendrils with eyes of dying stars, gnashing at her essence.

Marine danced through the assault, her movements a ballet of godly grace. She countered with waves of blue essence, purifying the void creatures into harmless light motes. Then, she retaliated: channeling the verdant power of Athos, she grew massive fairy vines from the ground—each thorn tipped with Dao-dissolving poison. The vines lashed out, wrapping around the General’s legs and sword arm, squeezing with universe-crushing force.

The General bellowed, his law energies flaring to burn the vines away, but not before they drew more cosmic blood, weakening his grip.

Armrok rejoined the fray, his face cold but fists clenched in fury. He invoked an Arkmenian oath, his voice booming in his native tongue: "By the wings of Arania, bind and shatter!" His body glowed, and he unleashed an ultimate Dao: a spherical field of retribution law, expanding to encompass the battlefield. Within it, every injury inflicted on him or the General reflected amplified Marine’s own attacks, turning against her.

The General, sensing the synergy, poured his chaotic energy into the field, corrupting it into a hybrid prison of order and chaos. The sphere contracted, pressuring Marine from all sides, her godly essence straining against the dual forces.

Marine’s expression turned resolute. "You underestimate me, God Fairy of Athos," she murmured. Drawing on her direct link to the One Above, she ignited her essence, her body blazing with blue-verdant flames. She shattered the sphere from within with a pulse of pure divinity, the backlash hurling both opponents away—the General slamming into a comet, cracking his armor further, and Armrok’s wings singeing at the tips.

In a final push, the trio clashed in mid-air. The General’s sword met Marine’s summoned essence blade—a clash that birthed new stars from the energy release. Armrok flanked, his chains binding her wings temporarily, allowing the General a piercing thrust that wounded her side deeply.

But Marine twisted free, her hand pressing against the General’s chest. With a cry, she unleashed a god-blast: a concentrated beam of Athosian erasure, vaporizing part of his armor and essence.

The battle raged on, the Salvia universe crumbling around them, until...

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The ruins trembled as the fight reached its zenith, the planet fracturing under the strain of clashing Daos and laws. Fairy Marine, bloodied but unyielding, hovered with her wings partially torn, bluish essence leaking like divine ichor. The Grand Cosmic General panted, his sword dimmed, armor cracked, and galaxies flickering out. Armrok’s silver plating was dented, one wing bent at an unnatural angle, his condescending gaze replaced by grim determination. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The General lunged first in this final exchange, his sword trailing a comet-tail of chaotic energy. He feinted left, then struck right with an overhead cleave aimed at Marine’s head, the blade’s edge warping reality to ensure a fatal hit. Marine parried with a verdant shield, the impact creating a shockwave that leveled the remaining temple walls, sending debris into the void.

Armrok circled, his wings propelling him in a spiral. He channeled a cascade of binding runes, firing them like arrows—each one embedding into Marine’s aura, slowing her reactions by fractions of cosmic seconds. "Submit to the Immortal Cosmos!" he intoned, his voice laced with Arania’s authority.

Marine countered by summoning illusory duplicates—dozens of godly fairies, each radiating her power. They swarmed the duo, forcing the General to swing wildly, his sword dispersing several but missing the real her. One duplicate exploded against Armrok, scorching his armor and drawing a hiss of pain.

Seizing an opening, the General grabbed a duplicate—mistaking it for real—and hurled it at Armrok, who shattered it with a palm strike. But the real Marine appeared above, diving with hands clasped. She unleashed a torrent of blue essence rain—droplets that burned like acid on chaos and law alike. The General roared as drops seared his skin, eroding his Dao defenses; Armrok shielded himself with a wing, but the essence corroded the feathers, forcing him to shed the damaged pair.

In retaliation, Armrok invoked his race’s forbidden art: "Arkmenian Eclipse!" His body darkened, absorbing light and energy, then exploded outward in a pulse of negated existence. The wave hit Marine full-force, nullifying her verdant shields and slamming her into the ground, cracking the planetary core.

The General followed up, stomping down with a foot empowered by stellar gravity, intending to crush her. Marine rolled aside, the stomp creating a crater that swallowed ruins. She rose, whispering, "Athos’ Embrace." Verdant vines erupted anew, thicker, infused with godly resilience. They ensnared both foes: wrapping the General’s sword and legs, pinning Armrok’s arms and wings.

Struggling, the General flexed his cosmic muscles, galaxies igniting to burn the vines, but they regenerated faster, drawing on Marine’s infinite essence. Armrok strained against the bindings, his laws cracking them slowly.

Marine advanced, her hand glowing with erasure light. She thrust at the General’s heart—but he headbutted her, his helmet’s stars blinding her momentarily. Armrok broke free first, slashing with essence claws, raking her back, and tearing fabric and flesh.

Pain fueled Marine’s fury. She teleported between them, spinning in a vortex of blue wind. The vortex expanded, hurling them apart. Reforming her blade, she engaged the General in a sword duel: clash after clash, sparks birthing nebulae. His chaotic swings were brute, hers precise— she nicked his arm, he gashed her thigh.

Armrok rejoined, forming a triangle assault. He bound her leg with a chain; the General capitalized, stabbing forward. The blade pierced her abdomen, chaotic energy invading her core. Marine screamed, a sound that halted comets mid-fall.

But she grabbed the blade, infusing it with verdant corruption. The sword rebelled against the General, twisting in his grip. With her free hand, she blasted Armrok point-blank, shattering his chestplate and exposing his essence core.

The General yanked back, but too late—Marine pulled the sword free, her wound healing in godly regeneration. She flipped the blade, now tainted blue, and slashed horizontally, cutting deep into both: severing the General’s arm at the elbow, wing-clipping Armrok permanently.

They staggered, the universe’s disintegration accelerating. Marine, weakened, floated victorious amid the ruins. "The Salvia Universe may fall," she whispered, "but you shall fall with it."

As Fairy spoke, her words echoed in the void, resolute and filled with authority.

Yet, not even allowing her to relish her victory, the void split open, shadows stirring from a light-filled void rift—the Immortal Cosmos’ reinforcements on the horizon, hinting at an unending war incoming.

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Athos

Inside the throne, on the tree-made throne, Fairy Marine sat crossed-legged as she seemed to be watching an illusory version of herself in an arduous battle. She even held a golden chalise on her left hand while leaning on her right fist. It was as if everything that had happened was but entertainment for her.

Noticing an enormous wave of enemies emerging from a void rift and appearing at the scene, Fairy Marine, sitting on the throne, sighed as she said, "For Cosmic entities like the arkmenian and a cosmic grand general, they sure do disappoint, to think they still haven’t discovered they have been fighting my variant all this time, sigh~ what a pair of disappoints. I wonder how the Desolate Realm must be faring. His Godship, the One Above, surely wouldn’t be bored, I hope."