Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor

Chapter 883 Hal, The Infinite Cosmic Sovereign. Part 3

Chapter 883 Hal, The Infinite Cosmic Sovereign. Part 3

"If it had anything to do with power, I would lose today... Those with me will lose today, Alas, it is not about power, at least not power any of you present right now wield.

This is about fundamental truths and laws put in place which surpass even the power of the Ordinances either Elemental or Abstract," as Hal spoke, streams reached out from the Nexus World to connect to the multiple worlds in the Ring of Neglected worlds.

It happened so fast, almost instantaneously, that when the Armada of gods even thought to react, it was already done.

Time was of no consequence, space was not a deterrent... Infinity surpassed them by building on them.

"What is he doing?" Forgon asked with a frown and his scales stood like hairs hinting at an ominous occurrence. It was quite a curious sight.

"Enough jibber-jabber," said the green-eyed god before he yelled "ATTACK!"

The Armada moved and charged but were instantly repelled by an Infinite field.

"You never had a chance. Except for Order and Chaos, none shall cross into the Nirvana I shall create and even those two shall not dare until they can truly ascertain that they are back at their full strength."

There was always a clause that made the Worlds in the Ring of Neglected worlds unreachable by the gods and Hal decided to repurpose that clause for his own use with the use of Infinity.

It had nothing to do with physical or Cosmic power but everything to do with a stake of ownership.

Hal was the first to become a god in a Neglected world and hence was first in line to unite the Neglected worlds under a single banner which was exactly what he had just done.

The streams connected all worlds in the Ring of Neglected worlds to each other and then to him while the crack on the Nexus world was promptly fixed.

Though repelled, the Armada of godly forces was not deterred. The representatives of the Primevals stepped back and then ordered their armies to charge and resist the repellent they faced.

Hal eyed them all trying and remain adamant and simply smiled,

"So persistent," he said just as a wave of energy spread out and struck them all to take hold of their divine energy and pull it away from them.

"Wh-what is happening?" yelled a draconic god while he tried to resist the siphoning only to fail and have to surrender what he had worked hard to achieve for hundreds of thousands of years.

He was not the only one... His fellow attacking comrades were all in similar predicaments.

The Primeval representative watched on in safety while they continued to urge their forces ahead regardless of the consequences.

The draconic god that had spoken earlier felt himself nearing his limit and stretched his hand back to caution his fellows who were being goaded into sharing his fate,

"Don't come closer! You can't fight Ahhhh... You can't FIGHT THIS ARRRRGHHHHHHH,"

The final yell of anguish was echoed by the other victims as their divinity and a good part of their now-mortal cultivation were stripped from them before they were struck mightily by the repelling force of infinity which sent them out of the Cosmic realm and into different worlds in the Mortal realm where it was unknown whether they still lived or not.

"Rise," Hal said quietly, and as the rest of the Armada wondered and tried to sense out the fate of their fallen brethren, Hal's quiet order reached loudly in the ears and hearts of his subordinates who confidently rose out of the Nexus world to gather behind him in the atmosphere above.

They were not here for battle, there was no need for that at the moment, they were here to stand by their Lord and stare into the eyes of those he would require them to kill when the battle truly broke out.

With a snap of his fingers, Hal opened a portal into his Sovereign space and used his power of Reality to warp and withdraw his throne which had, before now, always been hardly physical.

The throne, grand and coated in Imperialism as it always had been, zoomed out of the space to right behind him ready for him to take a seat which he did.

His scepter appeared floating right in front of him and Hal regally placed his right elbow on the Armrest while he smirked at the awestricken looks of the representatives which were mirrored by the armies they had come with.

Hal looked away from the representatives and with a flex of his wrist, he summoned apparitions of every one of the ten Primevals who did not look the least bit happy to have their consciousness pulled here without their consent.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked the proud Primeval Dragon King,

"A conference... A conference for you to acknowledge the moment I achieve status equal to yours in the Cosmic realm." Hal said as Melinda placed a hand on the high back of his throne while staring at her Progenitor, the Primeval Virtue Queen, Sariel who shared the displeased look of her fellow Primevals.

With a hand wave, Hal gestured at the worlds within the Ring of Neglection,

"This is Nirvana, my domain within the Cosmic Realm and protected by Infinity, none of you shall have the grace to trespass.

At the next gathering of Primevals in 700 years, I shall be present to inform you of my plans going forward," Hal said.

"You are not welcome. You are not welcome to seat among us!" said the proud statuesque goddess whose feathered dressing identified her as the Primeval Phoenix Queen who remembered her brief intrusive meeting with Hal.

"So uncooperative... I actually have your best interest at heart... All of you. I want to help you *Sigh* I shall make it all clearer at the next Primeval meeting, keep a space for me," Hal said with a wink at the Phoenix Primeval who frowned deeply.

"How have you brought us here? Answer me, you infidelitous bastard son of a whore!!!" roared an angry Primeval who was trying his hardest to break the connection that made this possible.

Nihasa did not bat an eye at being called an whore. Why would she? It wasn't a lie. She did make sure to keep her eyes locked on her son though.

"SPEAK DAMN YOU!!!" yelled the angry god once again after which a massive, horned serpent head suddenly appeared an inch from his face.

The serpent was unmistakeably smiling as it hissed and spoke,

"My master is not one you can command or one you can dare raise your voice at.

He's Hal, the lover of goddesses, slaughterer of gods, conqueror of Order and Chaos, Lord of Infinity, the Infinite Cosmic Sovereign... The Cosmic_Emperor and when he comes for what is his, you better hope he does not have you in mind for he shall make you very very miserable...

...Before he eventually kills you in the most creative manner you could ever possibly think of."

The angry god wished to retort but his attention was completely grabbed and locked on to the fact that he could not sense the end of the serpent speaking to him. Its body as well as godly potentially seemed to stretch infinitely in a manner that surpassed even he, a Primeval.

"That's... Impossible," he mumbled at the thought of what such a potential meant for the one which the Serpent called Master.

"Sassy," Hal called and the giant serpent vanished to be replaced by a naked beauty who hurried to her Master's side to receive multiple pats to her head.

There were a few minutes of silence before the angry Primeval was once again able to speak,

"Now you listen up, boy..." he said with the 'boy' oozing with disgust and sounding like the worst insult imaginable,

"I-" the Primeval started to say but Hal was done with the audience,

"That will be all," he said and with a wave of his hand, he banished the consciousness of the Primeval after which he did the same to the consciousness of the others.

In their various domains, the Primevals tried and failed to transport their consciousness back to where Hal had dragged them, and speaking of Hal, he and his forces returned into the Nexus world leaving behind a wave that pushed the Armada away by taking advantage of the fact that they lacked the qualifications required to penetrate protection put forth by Hal's infinity.

They, just like their Lords, were not welcome.

***

During the hundreds of years that passed after that day, thoughts of attacking Hal's domain quickly died out but the Primevals never truly gave up... They just got more creative and abandoned the doomed-to-fail idea of a direct approach.

Their success was never guaranteed but one thing that was guaranteed was the spread of the Legend of the Infinite Cosmic Sovereign...

The tales of his power, conquest, his beauty, the might of his Army, the beauty, danger, and power of his Legion of women, continued to spread...

The gospel of the Sapphirine Cult continued to be preached.