The Evolution of a Goblin to the Peak-Chapter 977 Fall of a God

Amanikable, the formidable God of Sea and Hunt, hailed from the Skyworld Faction, a powerful faction renowned as one of the Holy Lands.

"I'm afraid your journey ends here," Amanikable declared with an air of certainty.

"Don't underestimate me!" the Cult Leader snapped, his teeth clenched in defiance. He was keenly aware of the dire predicament he found himself in. The god before him was no ordinary opponent, and the woman positioned at the border of the Aqua Serene Nation was another powerful god altogether.

With his senses heightened, the Cult Leader braced himself, knowing that the moment the woman released her arrow, it would hurtle toward him with deadly accuracy.

She was none other than Skadi, a formidable goddess known for her prowess in bow hunting, winter, and mountains. Towering at a height of ten meters, she possessed blueish-white skin and long, flowing white hair tied back in a neat bun. Adorned in dark clothing accented with white fur, her imposing presence exuded an aura of power and authority.

In addition to Skadi, the gods of the Aqua Serene Nation observed the unfolding events from a distance.

The Cult Leader keenly felt the weight of their collective gaze, the pressure of several deities scrutinizing his every move. Despite the daunting presence of Amanikable and the distant watchful eyes of the other gods, he remained determined to find a means of escape. With the other gods positioned one thousand kilometers away, he sought a way to evade their scrutiny and evade his inevitable fate.

"You're not going to make a move? Very well, then allow me," Amanikable declared before directing the trident in his hand towards the Cult Leader.

In response, the Cult Leader's aura surged forth, causing the entire area to quiver. With no hesitation, he unleashed his formidable domain.

[Piercing Domain: Impaler of the Sky]!

The landscape contorted as hundreds of thousands of spikes erupted from the ground, varying in size and shape. The largest spikes reached a staggering length of one kilometer, while the smallest were mere millimeters in length.

Boom!!

The inhabitants of the Aqua Serene Nation were suddenly overcome by a palpable pressure in the air. Sensing the impending danger, their gods swiftly intervened, warding off the overwhelming power of the Cult Leader's domain. Without their divine protection, the entire nation would have been consumed by the relentless onslaught.

Skadi remained unperturbed by the need to shield the people, knowing that they were under the guardianship of their gods. Instead, she focused her attention solely on the unfolding battle before her, her primary objective to contain the immense powers at play.

Meanwhile, within the three theaters, the inhabitants were similarly gripped by a sense of impending doom as the overwhelming force of the domain threatened to engulf them.

"This energy... Could it be... a god?!" one of the warriors exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief and awe at the staggering display of power.

A god has appeared, and it's not on the frontline. There's a huge difference between gods and mortals. They couldn't do anything about it except to escape, but where? There was an ongoing battle on the frontline, and there was a god battle on the back.

Then, a blinding ray of light pierced through the heavens, its brilliance casting a vast swath of illumination across the land below. Even the gods locked in combat were not immune to its radiance.

Suddenly, a colossal figure descended from the sky, a creature of unimaginable proportions. With four pairs of wings stretching out majestically, and four heads bearing the visages of a human, lion, eagle, and ox, it inspired awe and terror in equal measure. At the center of its form, where the roots of its wings met, a colossal eye glared outwards, its gaze piercing through the fabric of reality itself.

A monstrous entity had descended from the Angel Faction, none other than the renowned Cherubim.

As the battle between gods raged on, the Cherubim and Skadi worked tirelessly to contain the shockwaves and minimize the devastation wrought upon the environment. An all-out clash of the divine was inherently destructive, and their efforts were crucial in protecting the land from utter ruin.

A deafening explosion rocked the battlefield, drawing Skadi's attention back to the ongoing clash.

In the midst of the chaos, Amanikable asserted his dominance, overwhelming the Cult Leader with relentless force. With a mighty thrust of his trident, he drove the Cult Leader into the earth, pinning him down beneath his divine power.

Bang!

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, the Cult Leader managed to wrench himself free from Amanikable's grasp, retreating hastily to put some distance between them. Despite his injuries, he refused to yield, wiping the blood from his mouth with a grim determination.

However, Amanikable made no move to pursue him further. Instead, he fixed his gaze upon the wounded Cult Leader, issuing a challenge veiled with a hint of respect.

"If you still possess any strength, now is the time to use it," Amanikable declared, his tone firm and resolute. "Draw upon your reserves, Cult Leader. Show me what you are truly capable of."

The Cult Leader remained silent, his jaw clenched in frustration. He knew that escape was no longer an option, not with Amanikable's overwhelming might bearing down upon him. His domain had been shattered, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

With no other recourse, he steeled himself for what lay ahead, knowing that he must face his adversary head-on, even if it meant confronting the limits of his own power.

"Oh, it seems you have yet to master it," Amanikable remarked, his expression betraying a hint of disappointment. With a resigned sigh, he realized that the time for mercy had passed. No one would come to the Cult Leader's aid now—it was time to bring this confrontation to an end.

As the Cult Leader involuntarily took a step back, his blood seeping into the ground below, Amanikable's demeanor shifted. With a determined resolve, he tightened his grip on his trident, his aura pulsating with unparalleled power.

"Allow me to impart a lesson as your elder," Amanikable declared, his voice resonating with authority. With a commanding gesture, he raised his trident, causing the very fabric of space to tremble in response.

"There are many names for this power, but among gods, it is known as the Grid," Amanikable explained, his gaze unwavering. "It is the pinnacle of divine strength, unique to each god. Some Grids may not offer assistance in battle, while others—such as mine—are formidable forces unto themselves."

[Three Thousand League of Raging Sea]!!

In an instant, the battlefield was engulfed in a maelstrom of energy, the sheer force of Amanikable's Grid threatening to tear reality asunder. Sensing the impending danger, the Cherubim, Skadi, and the gods of the Aqua Serene Nation hastily marshaled their powers to contain the devastating onslaught.

As Amanikable unleashed the full force of his Grid, the laws of reason and order seemed to bend and warp under its overwhelming power. Gods were forbidden from wielding such immense abilities, for fear of disrupting the delicate balance of the world. Yet, with the absence of the Administrators and the erosion of fundamental rules, the gods were free to exercise their might without restraint. No God Emperor tried to change it before but the Administrators interfered.

With a resounding bang, the Cult Leader found himself engulfed by a deluge of water, its relentless force crushing down upon him, rendering him helpless and immobile. Every fiber of his being screamed in agony as the pressure threatened to shatter his very existence.

"It is futile," Amanikable declared calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos. Stepping forward, he approached the incapacitated Cult Leader, a sense of inevitability permeating the air. "My Grid has nullified all the water resistance within you, leaving you vulnerable to my attacks."

Despite the agony coursing through his veins, the Cult Leader refused to yield. Summoning every ounce of his remaining strength, he erected a powerful barrier, a last line of defense against Amanikable's impending onslaught.

"Useless!" Amanikable's voice boomed as he thrust his trident forward, the force of the water overwhelming the Cult Leader's barrier without hesitation. "As I stated, all resistance to water-based attacks has been nullified. Your defenses are powerless against my Grid's influence."

"It cannot be... I am a god! I should be impervious to such effects!" the Cult Leader bellowed in defiance.

"Indeed, it is not impossible," Amanikable replied calmly, his gaze unwavering. "You possess no water resistance, rendering you vulnerable to my attacks, that's my Grid [Three Thousand League of Raging Sea]. The only recourse against it is to wield another Grid in battle."

With a swift motion, Amanikable's trident flashed, impaling the Cult Leader's head. Despite the Cult Leader's futile struggles, Amanikable swiftly moved to extinguish his source, snuffing out the the life within him.

On this day, a god met their end.