Against The True Gods-Chapter 147: Me, Myself, and I(II)

Potent flames engulfed Caine as a storm of chaotic qi swirled around the platform, a spectacle of destruction and power. Yet, mere moments later, the inferno dissipated, revealing an intact and unyielding Caine.

His upper robes had been reduced to ash, exposing his refined, scarred physique to all who dared to gaze upon him.

Caine’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts sharp and calculating. ’Mirror and Oldest are weak, little more than fodder. But with Failure aiding them, they become chaotic factors that could kill me at any moment.’

He assessed the battlefield with clarity, his mind dissecting every possibility. ’Without dealing with Failure, I can do nothing. He knows this. He’s using those two as bait to draw me in.’

A grin spread across Caine’s face, dark and eager. ’How fun.’

"… [Star Ring Circle: Primordial Bane Flame] … [Foundation: Eternal Night Dragon] …"

Dark, hexagonal scales etched with white runes erupted across Caine’s skin. Twin horns, sharp and tall like infernal spires, tore free from his forehead and reached skyward.

His fingers elongated into claws of darkness, gleaming with a deadly edge, as his legs thickened, their muscles rippling with immense power. Black, demonic wings burst from his back, and his gaze burned crimson.

His hair became a flowing mane of eternally burning black flames.

Behind him, a white star materialized, radiating terrifying power. Its essence surged into Caine’s hearts, flowing through his veins and fusing with his very being.

Though his True Wills remained dormant, the air itself trembled beneath the weight of his demonic presence. The suppressed rage in his soul boiled over, manifesting as an infernal mantle of crimson aura that surrounded him.

[Star Ring Art: Demonic Upheaval]

Failure’s eyes narrowed as flesh-and-bone vines surged from the platform below, twisting through the air like serpents toward him, Mirror, and Oldest.

The vines moved with staggering speed. In mere moments, Mirror and Oldest were riddled with holes, their bodies pierced through. They would have perished instantly if not for the quasi-immortality bestowed upon them by Failure’s prior spell.

Caine seized the opportunity.

An explosion of qi marked his disappearance, a crimson blur streaking toward Oldest. In a flash, his blade found its mark, tearing into Oldest’s heart. As the latter began to regenerate, Caine’s hand shot forward, seizing Oldest’s head. With a vicious twist, he tore it from his neck, sending a geyser of blood spraying into the air.

[Star Ring Art: Flame of the Scowled]

Chaotic black-and-white flames erupted, consuming Oldest’s body entirely, reducing it to ash in an instant.

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Without hesitation, Caine shifted his focus to Mirror. His movement was seamless, each step calculated and precise.

Failure’s hands moved swiftly, weaving through the air as he cast a spell.

[Blight Art: Weave of Return]

Oldest’s body reformed from the ashes, as if nothing had occurred. Rising to his feet, he lunged at Caine, a blade materializing in his hand mid-thrust.

Caine sidestepped the attack effortlessly, pivoting away from Oldest’s blade before dodging a beam of chaotic qi hurled by Mirror.

With fluidity, he spun behind Oldest, driving his hand into his chest and ripping out his heart once more. His blade dissected Oldest’s body into countless pieces, rendering him into a shredded mess.

But Oldest regenerated almost instantaneously, his body stitching itself back together. The sight prompted a groan of frustration from Caine. ’Tricky.’

Thinking quickly, Caine grabbed Oldest and hurled him toward the speeding Mirror. The two collided, a tangle of limbs and confusion.

Without pause, Caine waved his hand, summoning chains of neutral qi that bound the pair together. With a ferocious kick, he sent them hurtling into the distance before redirecting his attention to Failure.

Failure smirked faintly, meeting Caine head-on. Despite the vines restricting his body, his speed was almost nonsensical, leaving even Caine momentarily stunned.

Caine thrust forward, but Failure sidestepped with uncanny precision. His hand grazed Caine’s spear, ripping it away in one fluid motion. Failure’s leg shot forward, sweeping Caine’s balance from under him, and with a powerful overhead slam, he drove Caine into the ground.

BANG!

Pain surged through Caine as his bones cracked and his veins ruptured. Yet he had no time to linger. Rolling away from Failure’s follow-up stomp, he was caught off guard when Failure grabbed his leg and hurled him into the air.

For a fleeting moment, time seemed to slow for Failure. He exhaled, gripping Caine’s spear tightly, before unleashing a devastating attack. Explore more adventures at novelbuddy

[—Art: Cleave]

SHRRRRRRR!

The sound of tearing flesh and rending fabric echoed across the battlefield. Caine’s body was bisected, his lower half severed from his upper. His silver blood painted the platform in brutal streaks of carnage.

[Blight Art: Lifeless Echo]

Caine’s two halves shot toward one another, fusing rapidly. His body healed almost instantly, the process driven by time qi and supported by the interplay of life and death qi coursing through him. Rising to his feet, he faced Failure’s relentless assault once more.

This time, chains surged from the platform, binding Caine in place. Behind him, Mirror and Oldest reappeared, their blades aimed for lethal strikes—one toward his heart, the other for his head. At the same time, Failure’s blade descended toward his throat.

Caine’s smile deepened, a glint of madness flaring in his crimson gaze.

The blood he had spilled moments earlier began to writhe and shift. It formed a glowing formation that encapsulated the four combatants.

Failure’s eyes widened, analyzing the formation’s structure, but realization came too late.

[Blight Art: Kaiser Infinity]

Azure time runes erupted across Caine’s skin, and an overwhelming surge of time qi flowed into him.

In an instant, Caine’s speed escalated to incomprehensible levels, rendering the world around him frozen. He turned, his movements a blur as his fists slammed into Mirror and Oldest repeatedly. Each punch was delivered with such velocity that the afterimages of his strikes overlapped, seemingly attacking from past, present, and future all at once.

[Blight Art: Bulwark End]

Time resumed its normal flow, and Mirror and Oldest were sent hurtling away, their bodies reduced to mangled heaps of flesh and bone.

Caine’s spear returned to his grasp, ripped away from Failure’s hand in a blur of movement.

[Blight Art: Timeless Cleave]

With a final, devastating strike, Failure was split in two.