Only God-Chapter 549 - 473 This Is the Power of God Creating the Path (Added - s Combined)

Chapter 549: Chapter 473 This Is the Power of God Creating the Path (Added Chapters Combined)

A colossal storm submerged everything within sight, as the entire sky fell into chaos and darkness; the sea level kept rising, and the end times seemed to edge closer.

The gods were frenzied by what they saw before them.

In the chaotic scene, they could no longer see the figure of the Great Angel Schiller, sensing that the Great Angel was trapped in the storm, unable to struggle free even as he exhausted all his means, unable to grasp direction amidst the fierce winds.

And the three deities that opposed the Great Angel had yet to unleash their full strength.

Whether it was the Storm Domain of Storm God Utus, the trump cards of the Earth God Lorri, or the Twin Victory Swords of the God of Victory Laiendos, none had yet to be fully employed before gaining a great advantage.

The gods had anticipated this outcome early on.

Besting Great Angel Schiller seemed inevitable.

"We... should not just best him..."

A voice arose from nowhere, about to spark a new tidal wave,

"But destroy him, kill him, to demonstrate the gods’ wrath!"

Destroy him... kill him...

This brief statement made the gods’ spirits tremble.

The air grew abruptly heavy,

Forcing the gods to consider an issue.

Merely winning this bet was not enough to satisfy them with Schiller’s stakes.

But, if they were to kill Schiller, the discoverer of the Path of Creation...

"Are you mad? Do you want to incite the wrath of our Father?!"

Suddenly, a divine voice questioned loudly.

"Without killing him, how can we get what we want? Are we just to be satisfied with this?"

"Yes, indeed, only by killing him can humans be prevented from gaining power!"

"But if our Father appears..."

"Our Father upholds justice; He will judge based on the Law after death..."

"But killing a Great Angel ultimately breaks the rules!"

As the gods debated endlessly, from somewhere came another voice.

"We need not kill him, that would enrage our Father.

However, we can imprison him, for a thousand years, or maybe ten thousand."

The extreme proposal to kill the Great Angel was met with opposition from other deities, and at times, less extreme suggestions were more likely to gain acceptance.

Kagawus, who had remained silent, looked around at everything before him; this Prophetic God had become passive since the death of Shan’en, secluding himself, only meeting with other deities at crucial times.

Various scenes in the Golden Hall caught Kagawus’s eye; he saw the gods already assured of their victory, hence they started arguing over interests even before achieving complete triumph.

Yet for some reason, amidst this frenetic atmosphere, Kagawus felt an unsettling unease.

The steadily rising sea level nearly merged with the pressing dark clouds above; this enormous cage had formed, with Great Angel Schiller trapped within the storm.

The cage seemed inescapable, and a surging storm like this, were it to appear upon the earth, would doom a great nation to destruction.

Schiller’s figure seemed like a bird struggling within a cage, fleeing in all directions, yet never finding the way out.

Storm God Utus looked down from on high at Schiller below; from such heights, the Great Angel seemed so insignificant.

"So small... as small as a human."

Utus mused.

It was said that the Father’s realm boarded eight Great Angels.

If all eight Great Angels possessed the might of Fifth Rank divinities, a conflict would unquestionably crush the present-day Country of Divines.

But Utus couldn’t help but speculate.

What if a conflict erupted during the zenith of the Country of Divines?

At that time, among the gods were three Fifth Rank divinities, an unclaimed War Star, the exploitable Primordial Will, and the majestic King of Gods.

Could it be, they were not utterly without hope in battle?

Even though the past had drifted away with the wind, untraceable, witnessing the Great Angel struggling like a bird in a cage, Utus still involuntarily hypothesized the past stories and uttered "if."

Our former King, my King whom I’ve never met, was he too stubborn, too obtuse?

As Utus stood confident of victory, mind wandering,

The figure of Schiller had stopped moving.

Utus looked on in confusion; had the Great Angel given up struggling?

At that moment, Schiller’s figure began to blur into nothingness.

Utus at first took little notice, then slowly his eyes widened.

After a moment, he spoke,

"Where did he go?"

Schiller vanished from his sight, and not just that, suddenly, Utus could no longer sense Schiller’s presence.

"Where is Schiller?!"

Utus gripped the Storm Spear in his hand, peering into the distance, searching for traces of the Great Angel.

But there were none to be found.

"It can’t be, it can’t be; Lorri and I had surely trapped him. How could his figure suddenly disappear, his presence suddenly dissipate, Schi, Schiller..."

Utus stood dumbfounded, feeling a shift, something fading,

"Elesis... no, it’s Schi... Schi what... who is he? What is his name?"

Roaring winds surrounded him.

Beneath him, the storm raged tirelessly, never seeing a calm day; as the deity of storms, Utus once reveled in the sound of tempests, but now found it too noisy, muddling his memory.

"Who is he? Who is he really? How, how can this be?"

Utus watched incredulously as the fierce winds and tumultuous waves piled one upon another.

He had actually forgotten who his enemy was?!

"Wait... what enemy?"

Utus’s face suddenly contorted.

"I... am I battling someone? How can that be, why would I battle anyone?

Calm down, Utus, calm down!"

After calming down, Storm God Utus carefully checked his memories and felt a surge of fear rising.

He had, for no reason at all, forgotten.

Without his noticing, he seemed to have forgotten some important matter.

And now it was an important matter that he forgot...

What about later?

Would he forget his own powers?

A little later,

Would he forget his own name, forget the other Divine, and... forget himself?

"What in the world... what’s going on?!"

Utus roared desperately because he felt powerless.

Angel Schiller watched the scene before him.

"This path is indeed so fitting for me."

The invisible letters in the hands of the Great Angel faintly formed a pathway leading to the dome of the Ancient Word Temple.

Schiller remembered, he had named it in the book: Path of History.

The current Utus’s forgetfulness of his existence was not because the Divine was particularly forgetful or that Schiller had weakened his memory.

It was thanks to the Path of History that Utus’s current experience conformed to the characteristics of "history."

What is history?

History is what is recorded, and also what is not recorded.

And Schiller, made himself "unrecorded" in this world.

Since he is unrecorded, others cannot know of his existence, and that’s why Utus has forgotten him.

"It’s just a pity that my realization is not profound enough; otherwise, I could have made myself completely unrecorded without his notice."

Schiller thought to himself.

And because Schiller’s realization was not enough, he could only affect one Divine temporarily.

The Gods of the Celestial Kingdom watched all of this, not understanding why Utus suddenly wore an expression of pain, and alongside Utus’s confusion and fear, the storm was slowly weakening.

The cage that was originally meant to bind Schiller was also slowly dissipating at this moment.

"What’s wrong with Utus?"

"Has He gone mad? Why isn’t He continuing to trap Schiller?"

"Damn it, he must have taken the advantage of the Great Angel! He must have betrayed us!"

Panic, disarray, wailing, and fury swept through the Gods of the Golden Hall.

Their hearts were being pulled by the battle unfolding before their eyes.

In the eyes of the Gods, this battle was crucial; although the stake of victory may not satisfy the Gods, the cost of defeat was too much for them to bear.

The storm gradually dissipated, and Utus felt he should continue manipulating the storm, but for a moment, he could not find a reason why.

Why would he manipulate the storm?

Am I a fool, to manipulate a storm for no reason?

Thinking this, Utus slowly let the storm before him disperse.

The Storm God at this moment had forgotten the battle.

"Utus, what are you doing?!"

God of Victory Laiendos, upon seeing this scene, could no longer hold back and rushed over, demanding angrily.

"Laiendos, why do you ask?"

Utus looked puzzled.

"And why are you here?"

The question from the Storm God dumbfounded the God of Victory.

Laiendos replied in disbelief:

"To fight against Schiller, what happened to you?"

Schiller...

Utus, hearing this unfamiliar name, asked:

"Who is Schiller?"

Laiendos froze.

And in that moment of distraction,

Angel Schiller, walking in light, had already arrived behind the God of Victory. A glint of light flashed, and within moments, Laiendos’s left arm was severed from his body, with Divine Blood spraying everywhere.

The Sword of Victory followed the severed left arm away from Laiendos.

Laiendos let out a horrified scream. The Storm God Utus, despite not understanding why, reacted and realized that he and Laiendos seemed to be fighting an unseen enemy.

As the Sword of Victory slipped from the hands of the God of Victory, Schiller caught it midair and gripped it firmly.

"Victory has changed hands."

Schiller hissed, looking up at the Celestial Kingdom with mocking words.

A great uproar erupted instantly in the Golden Hall.

The Gods, who thought they had victory in their grasp a moment ago, could not believe the scene before their eyes.

Merely a moment ago, three Gods had suppressed the Great Angel Schiller, with the fruit of victory within reach. Yet in that very instant, as Utus’s memory faded, the Sword of Victory instead fell into the hands of the Great Angel.

"How could he, how did he do this?

"Could it be... could this be... the power of the Path of Creation?!"

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