Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 1120 Battle Of Half Paragons

"In the name of Ophelia! Grant thee a boon of Life!"

My brow knitted, but I said nothing, following the pillar of light that shot down from the heavens. Surrounding Lorell in a bathing light, I patiently watched as his wounds began to heal. In the blink of an eye, he was whole. No wounds were present.

I need to make a weapon that stops people from healing. I'll do so for my kids too. Such an annoying ability.

Twirling Noctem around my fingers, I smiled. "So Ophelia is a god of life, is she?"

"She is a God of War. The Righteous Ignatian of Destruction and Order." Answered the pup, as the aura of abyss began to rise.

Amused and intrigued, I gave a simplistic nod as scales began to prickle my skin, and horns akin to devils sprang from my brow as I allowed my abyssal form to take over. A sense of comfort and protection entered my soul.

? Lifting my lips, I thought for a moment and chuckled. "I, too, have a god to call upon. I truly wish to call upon Tiamat. But… This battle. I want to see just how powerful I am."

"You think you can stop me?" Lorell grimaced with an ugly flare of his nostrils. "You are but a high god."

Sucking a deep breath with my torn lungs, the pain pressing over my being faded as a coldness only the darkness could contain coursed through my body. Slowly but surely, layers of seven concepts appeared one after the other over my flesh.

"I'm the Monarch of Darkness. If you think some bitch of a god can handle me, then allow me to show you why even beings like lucifer and Mephisto seem to gather around me."

Lorell sneered. " I've no idea who you speak of. But allow me to show you why Ophelia reigns supreme throughout the Myriad Heavens."

Disdain filled my heart. "You speak of the Myriad Heavens, yet you have no idea how it was created. Fool. But allow me to show you."

Opening my palm, several cracks rang from the Crown of Noctem as an orb of a strange pure black liquid appeared within my palm. I looked at Lorell, struggling not to tremble as I felt the entirety of the Fourth Layer of the Myriad Heavens in my palm.

I could feel the flow of destiny, the spark of Life, the endless cruel might of karma alongside the flow of the Weave.

"In the name of the Great Empress, Ophelia! Grant thee a boon of War!"

Allowing Ophelia to grant Lorell her feeble might, I stared at the scarlet pillar wrapped around the pup. And without much care, if he received the full blessing, Noctem flashed over empty space as the Orb of Black Sabbith hummed, severing the connection between God and Man.

The pillar of light shattered like shattering glass as a flurry of rage sprang over Heaven and Earth.

"Zariel."

Suddenly, a brutal killing intent of multiple Heavenly Realms of genocide consumed the myriad Heavens in death. Silencing the rage of the mysterious Ophelia. Laws and Concepts trembled as if faced with a force of almightiness and bowed.

I smiled, unable to mask the arrogance. "Fuck with a Snow, and see what happens!" I challenged, staring toward the Heavens. I turned and pointed Noctem to Lorell. "Fuck your god. And fuck you."

Thunder crackled as arcs flashed over my being. I moved, employing Almighty Flash. Afterimages trailed my flesh, leaving shadows of elements as I appeared before Lorell.

Billions of my soul flared to Life as information of old and new began to be processed. By the time Noctem had risen, I felt like I had refined my spearmanship more than a million times.

There was always a Heaven behind a Heaven. A realm behind a realm. And with my artificial Hive Mind, I shall break every law created by the Gods of Order.

Spear Light crackled, tearing Lorell out of the ocean into the Bed of Chaos as I followed at a blinding speed. I parted the ocean beneath my feet and sprang upwards.

Unsure why or how Lorell could keep up, a battle consumed the desolate bed of Chaos, leaving a wake of Chaos that spread over billions of parsecs. Stars formed and died, one after the other, as energy spilled out of our being.

Each clash of Noctem against his body sent realms ablaze, leaving behind multiple dead laws as I continued with endless Divinity from the Crown of Noctem.

Images continued to flash as the soul I held refined my blade and understanding of laws. Who needed talent when you could instantly comprehend from souls of talent?

"MORE!!!" I howled, burying my fist into the jaw of the open Lorell, tearing away a few teeth and leaving behind the sounds of bones shattering. And yet, in a last dish effort, a bone-chilling cold rippled from my shoulder as Lorells claw made it to my shoulder bone.

Numbness followed by a fearsome burn ensued as I gave chase enjoying the torturing pain.

"I won't die here!" Lorell cried as his hands suddenly began to flash with hand signs.

"You a ninja now? This ain't Narut—"

"Heavens Chain!"

My eyes flashed around the cold void, and without hesitation, Noctem erupted with the power of the shard of Laevatein.

Sensing the sealing force entering through the confines of darkness, Black Sabbath and the Spear of Noctem trembled as more cracks splintered the Crown of Noctem. I drained almost fifty percent of my reserves as my concepts flared like an endless storm. My Divinity spiked to such a degree the sounds of shattering glass chimed through my being.

Knowing I had officially jumped into the battle prowess of those at the fifth layer by the standard of the Myriad Heavens, a whirlwind of spear strokes severed the darkness cutting the chains seemingly forged by some sort of Primordial being.

Lily howled at me in warning, but with her not needing to, my spear danced with power belonging to those from a higher realm. And yet, despite the amount of Divinity and skill used, these chains did not crack, much less break.

"Use Pride.'

"Not yet," I shouted back to Lily and shadowed step towards Lorell, insta-casting seven god-tier spells.

Consumed by spells that were not meant to kill but slow, pillars of light swallowed my field of vision, but with darkness as my eyes, Noctem flashed, with a blinding spear intent, cleaving away the Lycans arm once again.

Noticing the Heavenly Chains fade away, the tightness in my heart lightened. But with the orb of Black Sabbith in my palm, reality twisted around the severed arm. I created a zone of pure dead laws. A zone where nothing could exist.

In an instant, Lorells arm ceases to exist. What better way to stop regeneration than to ensure there was nothing to regenerate?

"No!" Shouted the pup, swiping his claw at my neck but with cold dead eyes. A look of pure fear raced through the pup's eyes as he saw no wound appear over my neck.

"A… A clone?" He stammered to say.

"Yup. I"m a ninja, too," I teased, materializing from the shadows of darkness, thrusting my spear through his heart. "The joys of Instant Movement are the best," I added, turning his body into a blaze of abyssal flames.

"GG"