Lord of Myths: I Can Summon and Fuse Divine Powers.-Chapter 82: Enclosed within Fantasies. (3)

"[Massacre]," the demon goddess of tyranny ordered with an authoritative and imposing voice that resonated throughout that microcosm.

Upon doing so something quite curious happened.

The Ashura's shadow began to stretch across the platform she was on, to then acquire tangibility and emerge from the ground in the form of stakes, which impaled multiple black armors.

What had happened was very curious because her order had given supernatural properties to her shadow.

As if she had combined a normal order with the [Manifest] command, since she had granted properties to the shadow that in a natural state it wouldn't have.

The shadows, which had come to life, twisted violently. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The darkness stakes became tentacles which began to cut and impale living armors aggressively.

Sometimes they grabbed the armor by the limbs pulling from several different directions to dismember it.

Other times they simply pierced through multiple armors as if they were skewers.

The silver armors, seeing that both they and the black armors were being massacred, decided to use their last card.

One of the silver armors took a kind of trumpet and made it sound. Apparently lungs weren't needed for it.

Seeing that, the demon goddess of tyranny fixed her attention on the silver armors.

These were being easily massacred by the darkness tentacles, since there were almost no black armors left to kill.

"What are they doing? Calling reinforcements or something like that?" the Ashura wondered with genuine intrigue.

The shadows continued extending, like an abyssal and ominous forest that massacred every living being that dared enter its range.

Though ironically it was difficult to deduce if a living armor was really a "living being."

In turn, no one was entering the area of that shadow, rather the shadow was spreading through that space.

Even so those shadows quartered and destroyed any armor they encountered as if the latter had personally offended them.

"Mmm, seems I've destroyed enough things here, I suppose it's time to withdraw," the Ashura commented calmly, until something caught her attention. "Oh, so they really called reinforcements."

The demon goddess of tyranny commented as she saw how multiple light trails approached at full speed toward her location.

Upon stopping, the light trails turned out to really be angels.

Protected with golden armors that shone with the sun, flying thanks to silver wings that emitted a glow equal to that of a star.

Each was armed with weapons wrapped in solar fire, which seemed hot enough to evaporate an entire ocean.

Seeing them, the Ashura could only smile, for some reason this had become even more exciting.

"Well, what do you think of this: [Arise]," the Ashura ordered with an imposing voice while her hair waved with the breeze.

Suddenly, the shadows that had dedicated themselves to destroying and mutilating armors with genuine aggression, began to repair them.

The shadows got inside the armors, joining their pieces again and repairing their damage.

The weapons the armors had were wrapped in a dense and ominous darkness, increasing their dangerousness.

Meanwhile, bat wings made of darkness emerged from the living armors' backs, as well as lizard tails.

The armors had been destroyed and reconstructed adopting the form of warrior demons.

Imposing horns protruded from the helmets, thus proclaiming their kinship with demons.

"Let's see who wins, heaven or hell," she announced, as she looked at the angels from the platform. "Attack!"

The demon goddess of tyranny ordered.

Upon doing so, the armors contaminated by darkness propelled themselves from the ground and propelled themselves at full speed against the angels.

A fight began in that microcosm.

The shadows seemed to have a versatility advantage in combat, they used darkness to create limbs and trap the angels, or attack with multiple weapons.

However, the angels seemed to have more power, since their flames dispersed darkness eternally, like a beacon that never goes out.

The shadow armors seemed less coordinated than the angels, they attacked aggressively and wildly, without a strategy except to cause maximum possible damage.

In contrast, the angels were always in formation, even if they separated into small groups.

They were strategists and better combatants, though if they were left alone facing several enemies, they would end up being overwhelmed and defeated.

And there were quite a few more "demonic" armors than angels, and they knew how to take advantage of that in their favor.

Even so, the angels had much more individual strength.

Their power was notably superior, something the demon goddess of tyranny didn't take long to notice.

"Seems my troops need a little help," the Ashura commented quietly as she watched that glorious combat.

Suddenly, the darkness tentacles from the ground began to rise and finish off some angels.

Some shadows simply wrapped around or immobilized the angels so they wouldn't have freedom of movement and thus the shadow armors could do the rest.

While others took advantage when an angel was in an unfavorable situation and impaled it from multiple angles.

The shadows also began to spread through the miniature planets, gaining more ground in that microcosm, and advantage in that fight.

"Heh, seems things are turning around, how good," the Ashura commented as more and more angels began to fall at the hands of the darkness army.

The Ashura, amused and with some inspiration, began to use the shadows to move the planets and use them as weapons.

She moved the planets at great speed to hit the angels with them, or made two planets collide to thus crush those angelic warriors.

Even if some demonic armors were destroyed in the process, it was quite fun.

"Well, I think it's time to start finishing this," the demon goddess of tyranny finally commented, as the planets began to stick to each other through the shadows.

Little by little, the shadows expanded throughout the microcosm, traveling through planets, connecting all these planets with each other.

The only celestial body that was saved was that gigantic star that shone in the microcosm.

"[Fusion]," the demon goddess of tyranny then ordered, as she closed her fist.

Upon doing so, all the shadows began to compress with each other, bringing the planets with them.

If that continued, soon all the planets would merge into a single body.