The God of Underworld - Chapter 327
Chapter 327: Chapter 26
At this moment, in the border of the Hyperverse.
The void screamed as anothet Matured Outer One, a gargantuan entity of calcified entropy resembling a cracked, multi-eyed moon with countless tentacles, hurled its massive bulk toward the now closed gateway of the Underworld.
It was a step too late. It wanted to join in on the fun and devour the such a high quality ‘food’ as well, as they may never have a chance to devour something like this again.
Little did it know that those who entered before it, was already imprisoned.
It roared, with a voice that transcends sounds and was causing space itself to collapse. Its presence was a localized collapse of physics; where it moved, the light of the Hyperverse simply ceased to be.
“Not so fast!”
Before it could continue, Zeus intercepted it.
This time, he did not use a simple bolt; he became the storm itself. He expanded his form into a titan of hot plasma, his fingers wrapping around the creature’s jagged, amorphous edges.
“I am Zeus! King of Olympus!” Zeus bellowed, his voice cracking the spatial dimensions. “And you shall not pass!”
He channeled every ounce of transcendent power he possessed, pouring the fury of a thousand supernovas into the creature’s core.
But the Outer One did not even flinch.
It simply let out a tonal vibration that bypassed Zeus’s ears and struck directly at his conceptual immortality.
“Argh—!?” His form flickered, his ears and eyes began to bleed golden blood.
And then, a dozen barbed tentacles, each etched with the concept of “Primordial Chaos”, lashed out, moving like whips ripping through the void.
They tore through Zeus’s divine body like parchment, carving deep, grey furrows into his glowing chest.
“AAHH—!!!” He screamed, feeling as if his entire existence was being torn apart.
And within that moment, his form reverted back to norma.
Zeus gritted his teeth, clutching his wounds, the golden ichor leaking from his injuries turning to ash before it could even fall.
“These things… why are they so strong?” He felt a terrifying, cold numbness spreading through his spirit.
His lightning, usually a source of infinite energy, flickered and dimmed, and for the first time in eons, the King of Gods felt the fear of being completely erased and forgotten.
‘Is this it?’ he thought, his vision blurring as a massive, maw-filled tentacle coiled around his throat, squeezing the “concept” of air from his lungs.
‘Am I, the King of Gods, truly is nothing more than a smudge on a page?’
The Outer One’s central eye dilated, preparing to fire a beam of pure deletion directly into Zeus’s face.
Suddenly, the vacuum of space behind the monster buckled, and massive, three-pronged spear of shimmering, bioluminescent energy tore through the darkness, impaling the Outer One’s central eye, sending it light years away and pinning it against the conceptual barrier.
Zeus gasped, finally freed from the Outer One. He took a deep breath, touching his neck, still feeling the lingering dread consuming him.
“You look pathetic, brother,” a voice rumbled, heavy with the weight of the deep trenches.
Zeus turned his head, “Brother….”
Poseidon arrived, his form radiating with Transcendent power.
At this moment, he did not look like the noble god of the seas, but looked like a force of primal, oceanic wrath.
His hair was swaying as if they were ocean waves, and his skin glowed with the dark power of the deep abyss.
He stood atop a massive, spectral wave of liquid space-time, his trident, burried deep into the Outer Ones body, was vibrating with the pressure of a million atmospheres.
“For the King of Olympus to be reduced into such a state is depressing, you’re making us look bad,” Poseidon growled, his hand motioned as if he was gripping the shaft of his trident light years away as he twisted it inside the creature’s eye. “But that’s to be expected, as the youngest, I guess you must also be the weakest.”
Then, with a roar of effort, Poseidon slammed his free hand against the void, and a massive “Spatial Maelstrom” erupted around the Matured Outer One, the sheer pressure of the collapsing dimensions beginning to crush the entity’s hardened shell.
It roared, but the attack did very little to damage it and it simply tried to drift back towards them.
Poseidon snorted, summoning back his trident.
At this moment, Zeus finally recollected himself, his lightning bolt materialising in his hand as his eyes glowed with golden lightning.
He spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his injuries were still ‘rotting’ from the creature’s attack, but he grinned, showing a fierce yet desperate expression.
“I was just… warming up the target for you,” Zeus rasped, his hands beginning to glow with the combined thunder of the unified Heavens once more.
“Is that so?” Poseidon grinned, “Good. Because it seems like that thing isn’t done yet.”
Then, the void of the became a chaotic theater of light and shadow as Zeus and Poseidon stood their ground against the Matured Outer One.
Despite the wounds Zeus had sustained, the presence of his brother acted as a catalyst for his newfound energy.
With a roar that shook the foundation of reality, Zeus form grew into titanic humanoid plasma.
Then, the two Kings of Olympus centered their focus, their auras bleeding into one another to create a singular, overwhelming presence of Divine Order.
Zeus raised his right hand, and the atmosphere of the divine realm responded.
His lightning manifested as solid pillars of hot plasma that connected the up and down of the void.
He gripped the center of the storm, molding the electricity into a colossal thunderbolt that hummed with the frequency of the heavens.
Every spark that drifted from his form erased the lesser “Silent Wailers” that dared to fly too close.
Beside him, Poseidon planted his feet on a surging wave of liquid space-time. His trident, the symbol of his sovereignty over the depths, glowed with a deep, bioluminescent blue.
He reached out with his secondary authority, grasping the “pressure” of reality itself.
He forced the vacuum around the Outer One to contract, pinning the creature in place with the weight of a billion suns.
The Outer One shrieked—a sound that was less of a voice and more like the grinding of two universe—as its hardened shell began to hairline crack under the atmospheric stress.
“Now, brother!” Poseidon roared, his muscles bulging as he held the spatial cage shut.
Zeus launched the thunderbolt.
It traveled with a speed that bypassed the laws of physics, striking the central eye of the monster.
At the same moment, Poseidon lunged forward, driving the three prongs of his trident into the same wound.
The combined energy of the sky and the sea detonated inside the creature’s core.
The explosion was silent but absolute, creatimg a sphere of gold and blue light that expanded, consuming the Outer One.
The spatial dimensions around the impact point buckled, turning into a kaleidoscope of refracted reality that seems to even affect alternate realisties.
For several seconds, nothing could be seen but the brilliance of the two strongest Olympian strike.
Zeus and Poseidon were forced to shield their eyes as the feedback of their own power washed over them.
When the light finally died down, the result seemed definitive.
The massive entity was gone. In its place was a drifting cloud of grey ash and shattered, obsidian fragments.
The oppressive weight that had been crushing Zeus’s spirit lifted, replaced by the familiar pride and arrogance as the King of Gods.
Zeus exhaled, his massive, plasma-wreathed form shrinking back to his humanoid height.
He leaned on his knees for a moment, his chest heaving as golden ichor continued to drip from the furrows in his skin.
The grey rot that had been spreading from the monster’s touch had stopped, though the scars remained as deep, jagged reminders of how close he had come to the end.
Poseidon stepped onto solid space, standing beside Zeus as he wiped a smear of black slime from his brow and looked at his brother.
He let out a short, rough laugh that was both proud and arrogant.
“I told you,” Poseidon said, his voice regaining its arrogant edge. “The ‘King of Gods’ shouldn’t be struggling with a mere oversized parasite. If the Author wanted to delete us, he should have sent something with a bit more backbone.”
Zeus straightened up, a tired but triumphant smirk appearing on his face as he summoned a fresh, smaller bolt of lightning and used it as a staff. “It took the both of us to put it down, Poseidon. Don’t let your ego swallow your common sense. But… you timed that strike well. I suppose I owe you a drink once this theater of madness is over.”
“A drink? I expect a temple in the center of the city for this,” Poseidon countered, his grin widening.
He turned his back to the field of ash, looking toward the inner ramparts where the other gods were still engaged in their struggles. “Look at them. They’re holding. The Underworld has imprisoned most of the matured outer ones, and the mortals are fighting like demons to protect the world. We might actually survive this war.”
Zeus nodded, feeling a rare moment of peace amidst the carnage as be looked at the drifting ash of the Matured Outer One. “Yes, with this victory, we take our first step to declare that we are more than just words on a book..”
The two brothers stood together, basking in the momentary victory.
They watched the light of the Hyperverse’s sun reflect off the golden armor of the ascending Hindu gods and the jade arcs of the Chinese Saints.
The momentum of the battle felt like it was shifting.
The “Black Tide” was being pushed back, and the primary breach was being choked by the divine fire of a dozen different cultures.
However, amidst the drifting grey ash of the defeated monster, something moved.
A single, thick tentacle, severed and seemingly inert, began to twitch.
It did not move with the rhythm of a living thing, but with the mechanical precision of a resetting trap.
The grey ash around it didn’t drift away; it began to spiral inward, drawn by a sudden, localized vacuum of non-existence.
The tentacle grew, feeding on the residual divine energy that Zeus and Poseidon had left in the air.
Unknown to the two celebrating gods, the “death” of the Outer One had been a transition.
It had allowed itself to be shattered so it could bypass the brothers’ defensive auras and latch onto the very concepts they represented.
Suddenly, the tentacle suddenly whipped forward.
It was silent, moving through the blind spot of their peripheral vision, and before Zeus could turn, the barbed tip of the limb pierced through his lower back, erupting out of his stomach in a spray of gold.
“Brgrf—!?”
“Zeus!” Poseidon screamed, spinning around, his trident raised.
But he was too slow.
A second tentacle, hidden in the shadows of the first, coiled around Poseidon’s neck with the speed of a snapping whip.
The grip was absolute, the entropy of the limb immediately beginning to choke the divinity out of his throat.
The “ash” in the air solidified back into the galaxy-sized eye, which opened with a chilling, vibrant red light.
The two brothers finally realized, the Outer One hadn’t died, it had merely waited for the Kings to drop their guard.
With a violent jerk, the tentacles retracted, and Zeus and Poseidon were dragged backward, their feet leaving dangling in space they were pulled toward the center of the monster’s gaping, multi-mouthed maw.
They reached out for each other, their fingers brushing against the empty void, as the darkness of the Outer One’s interior began to swallow the light of the two greatest Olympian gods.
The horizon of the Hyperverse flickered.
The two strongest pillars of the Olympians were gone, and the maw of the void began to widen.