My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 885 - 886: Fall Of God

A severe wound sliced along his flank, with blood gathering quicker than he could staunch it.

Panting raggedly, he surveyed the damage. Half the pillars in the pale chamber lay in ruins, utterly demolished, while the walls had crumbled away, baring the outer realm.

Both his fresh demon horns snapped off. He had wielded them like brutal arms.

He drew in a sharp breath as the void ahead warped and twisted.

There stood Lilith Astranova.

"How many times have you fought me before," she questioned in an icy tone. "Figuring out my tactics before I even use them."

Her emerald gaze held no trace of kindness.

The arcane ring under Damon’s soles contracted even more, flickering weakly like a flame on the brink. It dwindled smaller by the second, as luminous symbols emerged on Damon’s skin and within Sylvia’s grasp.

Lilith served as the spell’s primary striking force.

In her palm, the symbols merged into a forbidden artifact.

It formed a warped blade, emitting a pale glow while glyphs danced over its edge. Inside, Damon glimpsed countless tormented spirits twisting under the steel.

"This dagger only needs one final sacrifice," Lilith stated without emotion. "The death of a god."

Damon inclined his head, then gradually donned his helmet, hiding his face and shattered horns behind its cover.

"Fine," he replied steadily. "Then I will defeat you before it is finished."

Lilith offered no reply.

She merely tilted her head skyward, her fingers coated in crimson.

Suddenly, the tower’s upper levels burst apart.

The building tore open completely as fierce winds howled through.

Damon lifted his gaze, his eyes growing wide.

He wasn’t alone in witnessing it.

Throughout the fray, battles halted. All eyes turned to the skies.

A colossal chain extended toward the stars, stretched tight by an enormous shadow entity. Each yank brought the firmament crashing nearer.

The sun and vapors tumbled downward.

The celestial realm was yanked earthward.

And trailing it, the deities clashing overhead.

Seraph Null resisted the plunge, his surviving wings beating furiously while his gigantic frame strained to shove the heavens back up.

But it proved useless.

It felt like battling an unseen barrier.

His feathers warped and fractured. His bound form creaked beneath the burden. Crimson droplets poured from above, and wherever they struck the ground, the terrain twisted. Metallic blooms and fetters sprouted from the dirt.

Yet the descent pressed on.

Down below, Abellona remained rooted in place.

"Is this the power of a god."

The skies smashed all that rose high.

The Black Tower’s peak splintered, disintegrating as the heavens were hauled ever closer by Lazarak’s incantation.

At last, it yielded fully.

Only the platform where Damon battled Lilith and Sylvia endured, the potion shimmering softly behind them.

Then Seraph Null plummeted.

Stripped of wings to bear him and his body mangled past repair, his shape diminished as he slammed onto the tower’s base.

Seconds after, the dark mass embodying Lazarak dropped too, crashing as an amorphous wave of gloom.

Shadow engulfed the terrain, devouring the area.

On the far side, Seraph Null had transformed into a huge cluster of links, almost ten meters across.

Damon paid him no mind.

He dashed to Lazarak, dropping to one knee by the churning obscurity.

The darkness coalesced, shaping a visage.

Lazarak offered a faint grin.

"I will be fine," he murmured gently. "This is nothing. Just give me a minute."

Damon dipped his head.

Next, he spotted Sylvia and Lilith advancing on Seraph Null.

Sylvia unleashed a bolstering incantation, and Lilith lifted her arm.

Void Scythe.

Seraph Null lacked the strength to stir as they closed in.

"You dare, mortals," he wailed feebly. "Have you gone mad. I am a god. A god."

He attempted to crawl back while the emptiness amassed.

"How does a mortal wield a skill with a god’s authority."

Lilith showed no pause.

She swung the scythe downward.

The air quivered.

Seraph Null shuddered as dread overtook his otherworldly shape.

"You mortal," he rasped. "If I die, this world dies with me."

Lilith regarded him with chill indifference, then hefted the blade crafted from the ritual.

"I do not care what happens to the likes of you."

She drove the dagger into the bindings.

Seraph Null’s essence was pulled free, howling as it vanished into the weapon.

Lilith sank to her knees as her years started to ebb, half of them pouring into the dagger.

Sylvia suffered equally. Half her vitality vanished too. She hacked up blood and almost toppled before clutching Lilith’s arm.

"I," she breathed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Lilith pivoted, eyeing Damon who stood motionless, drenched in his own gore.

Symbols swirled and tightened above his torso.

"He is giving me no choice," she uttered softly. "I am not going to stand there and let him die."

She couldn’t allow him to perish once more.

Sylvia shut her eyes, then agreed with a nod.

"One cut," she warned. "If you cut him even once, the curse will take effect."

Damon caught the words.

She addressed him too.

He detected the doubt in her tone.

"I cannot do this," Sylvia grumbled, nibbling her lip. "You are right. I am inferior to you. So I will not."

His whole existence had revolved around enduring. She wouldn’t doom him to something far grimmer.

She yearned for his survival but not in this manner.

Lilith advanced.

"Then I will do it alone."

Beyond the walls, the realm quaked.

The ground split open. Waters ran red. Foliage decayed. Mana rifts ravaged the terrain.

This world’s deity lay slain.

As did its harmony.

The shackled masses dropped to the dirt as their restraints dissolved. Their deity had vanished.

Their realm was perishing.

Far off, existence itself started to fray.

Yet to Damon’s folk, such chaos meant little.

One figure lifted a shaky arm and gestured.

"The elixir of pseudo immortality. It is real."

Mayhem exploded without delay.

Some stormed toward the spire.

Others struck them with spells.

With foes eliminated, conflict reignited.

Not for mere endurance.

But driven by avarice.