God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1121: He Who Could Slay a God (1).

They say the energy of the world is cyclic.

It is ever changing and manifesting in different forms, at different times, all at once and everywhere.

Such a saying was true and redundant at the same time.

The skies had grown weary of the battle just like the beings fighting beneath it.

The ground had become too saturated to soak up any more blood.

Staring at the field of slaughter from all the way back at the crimson edge of the horizon, Nockt had a rather dark expression on his face.

In reality, he would have preferred it if things didn’t go this way.

After all, no one wanted to be called and branded a traitor or a two-timer.

However at the end of the day, what had to be done, had to be done, regardless of the methods employed.

The army standing behind him was strong. Dravok’s force, albeit small, insisted of rather battle hardy men that had fought hard and rough since the inception of chaos and calamity into this planet.

Then, there was Night and her troop of shadows that lurked in the darkness.

However, the bulk of their forces came from the two other Elders— Veyra, the Priestess of Battle and Myrhh, the Blooming Hollow.

Both their forces were not only the considerable bulk, they also represented the greater power.

Dressed in a set of heavy, intimidating armor, Veyra truly did look like a being of war.

Nothing about her armor was feminine. It was rough around the edges and composed mostly of some hardy metal.

In her hands was an enormous halberd much larger than she was. And since she was a considerably large human being, that was saying quite a lot.

Staring up at the giantess glaring down at him, Nockt felt a rather sizeable fear grip his heart.

He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

’It will be all worth it in the end. Hopefully.’

In reality, he didn’t see their actions as betrayal of the sect. If anything, he believed it was in the best interest of the sect. Not only that, but with the life of the former Matriach in limbo, he was sure there were others who grossly agreed with him, but had been pressured.

He huffed.

Now that all the preparations were ready, they could begin.

They would never know what hit them.

He turned to Dravok who was dressed in rather valiant-looking armor. It was of a shining bronze luster with stunniyrunes and arrays matted into the plating.

"You’ll lead the charge with your men, Dravok." Nockt said after a moment of hesitation.

His old friend looked at him and grinned,

"Ain’t that obvious?"

Nockt sighed and let out a smile.

Seeing this, Dravok guffawed as he pulled on the reigns of the Mutant Beast beneath him. It looked like a strange amalgamation between a giant reptile and a boar.

The creature grunted as it kicked its two forelimbs into the air before galloping forward.

The sound of heavy feet stomping against the ground filled the air.

In the next moment, the small entourage was charging forward through the desolate plain, leaving nothing but upturned rubble in their wake.

Left behind in the silence, Nockt let out a deep sigh and turned his gaze to the sky.

Then he turned around and began walking back into the sect.

There was bound to be some uproar and tension between those still behind the crimson dome. It was his job to regulate that and make sure it didn’t become too much of a problem.

He sighed again, "Honestly. How bothersome..."

Still, as long as he was not the one putting his life on the line out there, he didn’t mind it at all.

’Not one bit...’

The sound of heavy footfall echoed from behind.

A man dressed in dark green robes turned his head around.

A wicked grin appeared on his face as he pushed back against a Lightslayer with his glaive,

"Haha! Even more reinforcements have arrived! You fools will be turned into bloody mud stains!"

The expression of the Lightslayer turned ugly.

He was being pressured by three of them already and was barely holding ground. If not for the timely heals and stamina boosts that came from the ether, he would have long since lost his life.

But now, there was nothing he could do against approaching reinforcements. His life was practically over at this point.

Hands trembling against the strain, he watched from behind his assailant’s shoulder as the galloping charge neared them.

And then, a large sword came crashing down.

He closed his eyes.

Splat!

He felt something warm splashed across his face.

Then the sound of something wet striking the ground.

"Eh?" The Lightslayer slowly opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him was absolutely macabre.

The headless corpses of his assailants lay on the ground, blood rapidly pooling down beneath them.

He was completely confused.

Why were the members of the blood sect attacking one another?

Breaking out of his reverie, he spun around.

The battlefield had already broken into one large chaotic landscape.

With the arrival of the traitors, the chaotic battle had turned even more so.

Spells were hurled at random. Spears and swords struck shields and aegis.

The heavens were filled with smoke, fire and arrows as death came from everywhere and anywhere, all at once.

All ranks were broken.

Despite being pincers from both sides, the main army of the Blood Moon Sect still outnumbered both sides. Still, there was a limit to what numbers could achieve.

With the Golden Asura having been relieved of a decent amount of pressure, they could now formally mount an attack.

The moment everyone was waiting for had arrived.

In this moment, the victor and the outcome was uncertain.

Both sides were hellbent on wiping the other out of existence. Such determination was not easy to smolder.

Chaotic death erupted all over again, ready to welcome even more into its open arms.

And then...

***

BANG!

Cain felt like he was stepping in the clouds.

The battle with Nebula had only continued to intensify.

Emptying out cartridges filled with enhanced mana bullets, he replaced them both in less than a split second.

Each bullet was timed with the utmost precision, down to the split second.

His eyes were bloodshot, with a golden glow in their depths as his focus shot to a thousand.

Nebula on the other hand didn’t seem to be having a rather good time.

After careful observation, Cain had finally found the issue with Nebula’s version of the {Falling Stars of Orion}.

Unlike with the usage of spatial energy, this energy source seemed to trigger a "lag" or slight delay in activation.

It did seem a bit more stable than spatial energy. However, it was nowhere as fast or as efficient.

And so, after realizing this, Cain figured out how he could exploit it.

By taking advantage of the "lag", he could preaim his bullets into spots he guessed Nebula would be.

Granted, this method was not very accurate. But, what it signified, was that at least one, or two, or a dozen of Cain’s bullets were sure to hit.

Twisting his body dexterously,the shot through the skies.

The world slowed down for a bit as he fired off another round of bullets.

The bullets cut gilded trajectories through the air.

With so many aimed at him, Nebula summoned a fan-shaped shield of swords.

The bullets struck through. However, one of them slipped past iOS defenses and struck against his cheek.

Nebula’s brows twitched furiously. The wound on his cheek quickly crystalized into a patch of rapidly spreading gold.

Nebula’s energy flared up and the gold flakes fell off alongside pieces of his flesh.

His expression was not pleased at all.

The man before him was in terrible shape, but he still proved stubborn. Such a thing was rather annoying to deal with.

’What a pain. Why not just die already?’

A dark light. As black as an abyss and as radiant as the stars, emerged from the depths of his eyes. Sensing the drastic change, Cain’s body tensed.

With a snarl, Nebula shot forward, his drawn blades in his hand.

At the same time, the entire sky of blades descended upon him, tearing through the world with the sole purpose of ripping through his flesh with as much brutality as was physically possible.

Cain twirled the Tyrant’s and switched their mode to overdrive.

The runes and body of the guns glowed bright. Tongues of fire sprayed from the mouth of the guns.

The swords were shot from the sky by the rain of bullets and the bullets were struck downs by the sky of swords.

There was an impasse only for the briefest of seconds as Nebula personally closed the distance again and struck down.

Cain could tell there was a stark difference now. The weight of the blades he wielded had shifted to reflect his intentions.

Without a doubt— they were now both fully committed to killing one another.