Aslan felt the space in his hand.
The arena was filled to the brim with the Abyss, which was also a world—one that was both his wife and soon to become his weapon.
Holding the Abyss blade, Aslan gazed at the darkened front.
From the front, enemies were surging forth.
Their numbers were great, and their quality was no less formidable.
For they were all rampaging priests.
Priests who, under normal circumstances, should have maintained their reason even while wielding the power granted to them, not to mention going into a frenzy.
But these priests ignored even this basic fact; they were hastily made, having become priests only after the Dark Ram altered the rules.
Most of them were unfamiliar with Divine Power, let alone experienced in wielding it—it was all new to them.
Thus, they could not adapt to the Divine Power.
Their stability plummeted.
They lost control of themselves as they followed the divine energy bestowed upon them from above, falling into the hands of their deity.
So, they were all mere toys in the hands of their god.
And thus, the priests charged at Aslan, losing all reason.
The troubling fact was that despite this, their skills remained intact.
The experience they had accumulated and the unconscious refinement they had achieved through practice did not betray them.
The evidence of life they had gained through their efforts in life continued to assist them, even beyond death.
Instinctively and unconsciously, their skills manifested.
The fruits of their labor now charged at Aslan.
Therefore, these were not just priests but heroes as well.
Foes.
Ordinarily, foes so powerful that even Aslan would choose to flee.
Heroes who had accomplished feats where fleeing itself was nearly impossible.
But not now.
Now, he could face them.
Aslan focused on the omnipotence that extended from his hands to his entire body, ultimately encompassing the world itself.
This omnipotence stimulated his senses while filling the very space around him.
With a breath, he gripped his sword, causing the space itself to seem to contract.
Aslan’s mana was 16.
A mana level that even deities of the highest rank could not compare to.
The Abyss filling this space was a world that had submitted and bowed to such an Aslan.
Naturally, countless weapons formed in response to their master’s command, gathering into his hands.
The Abyss surged forward, colliding with the charging priests.
Roar!
Perhaps every weapon Aslan could imagine gathered into a dark and ominous armory.
Within it, it seemed hundreds of Aslans swung their weapons simultaneously.
The first priest charging forward—a bizarre figure with insect-like features, extending tentacles and swinging an axe—found himself targeted.
Without Aslan needing to move, a sword flew toward the approaching tentacle.
Squish, crack!
What was once an arm was cleanly severed.
Before it could regenerate, two arrows pierced the air, impaling the eye sockets.
Crunch!
The crushed eyes of the warrior-priest. Even before his head tilted back, a halberd darted low, piercing his stomach.
And it didn’t stop there. Thrusting upward from a low stance, the halberd lifted the priest high.
Zzzt, thud!
Swinging the weapon high, the halberd split the spine and tore the torso in half, sending entrails flying as the body fell to the ground.
Among the scattered innards, hundreds of weapons moved again before the regenerating corpse could fully reform.
Some aimed for Aslan.
[Primary elimination target acquired. Commencing annihilation.]
A mechanical female voice accompanied by the sitting spectral figure opening its mouth.
From its mouth shot a condensed energy reminiscent of the Dragon King, but Aslan stood unmoving, blocking the flames with an Abyss-made shield.
BOOM!
Scattered flames engulfed warriors and set priests ablaze.
As Aslan waved his hand, three massive longbows, the kind Tiamat might use, fired simultaneously.
BOOM!
One arrow struck the head.
Crack!
Another pierced the chest.
Crunch!
The last one impaled the abdomen.
The predator priest collapsed instantly, and Aslan glanced at the fallen priest while switching his shield for an axe.
“Grunt!”
Crack!
Smashing the priest leaping over the shield with the axe, Aslan then gripped the Abyss Blade and Purity.
Faster than the decapitated priest could rise again, Aslan charged forward.
Advanced mana and luck—these two stats allowed Aslan to perceive and separate the sensations of domination from reality, enabling him to move even while using domination.
Thus, Aslan moved freely within the rising Abyss, where only he could navigate unimpeded.
Charging priests met descending Abyss weapons.
In between, Aslan surged forward, swinging his sword.
Slash!
A twisted priest greeting Aslan with a weapon swing.
Parrying the halberd with the Abyss Blade, Aslan carved through the stomach with Purity.
Before the spilling intestines could wet the ground, another spear flew in and ended the priest.
Impaled from head to buttocks, the priest stretched out on the ground, skewered by the lance.
Kicking away the spear shaft, Aslan leapt up.
BOOM!
In his place erupted a surge of magic, flames dancing wildly.
Intense flames lethal even to Aslan’s flame resistance.
From the way the flames forced Aslan to leap, he anticipated a follow-up attack, and true to his guess, tentacles shot toward him.
Tentacles fused with various animal horns, clicking as they approached.
Aslan used domination to swing two Abyss axes, smashing the tentacles.
CRACK!
Splitting them apart and driving them into the ground.
The perfectly executed strikes rendered the tentacles powerless.
Climbing onto the tentacles, Aslan leapt and delivered a knee strike to the neck of the priest who had wielded them.
The solid sensation spreading through his knee.
Even with the neck broken, the priest did not die, so Aslan landed and swung the Abyss Blade to sever the head.
Taking advantage of the gap, Aslan swung countless weapons he had grasped with domination toward the encroaching priests.
Maces, swords, spears, axes, halberds, sickles, daggers, curved swords, heavy executioner’s blades, and more.
Amidst the scattering corpses, Aslan stood alone.
Though seemingly overwhelming in strength, Aslan was anxious.
While his mana had greatly increased upon reaching 16, Domination was not a spell meant for prolonged use.
Even though the Lamb had freed the Divine Power from constraints, the Abyss, being both a world and a deity, could not endure prolonged existence outside Gelladridion.
Surrounding the vast arena, blocking the priests’ attacks, and killing them was inevitably draining.
Control over the Abyss was gradually waning, and the dispersed Abyss was slowly retreating back into its original domain.
Even the thickness of the Abyss surrounding the arena was thinning.
This was why Aslan moved aggressively.
Before the Abyss faded, Aslan had to maximize the number of kills to turn the tide of the battlefield.
Among the scattered corpses of priests, one had already completed regeneration.
Scream!
Before the priest could move, Aslan charged forward and slashed with Purity.
The body cut diagonally, yet the rolling eyes still glared.
Aslan spun his body after the slash, raising the Abyss Blade high.
CRUNCH!
The giant Abyss Blade descended, shattering the priest’s body into pieces.
Underneath the devastating strike, the ground trembled.
*
BOOOOOM!
The cavern shook as if roaring. Within it, Omul and Lumel clashed.
Lumel, wielding lightning, charged forward with his spear. Wherever the spear touched, frost shattered, breaking the frozen spacetime.
The shattered cosmic death. Just when it seemed to rise again, the Creator Himself shattered it.
BOOM!
Omul, wielding space itself like a hammer, swung it down.
When the swung space struck the ground, frost spread in all directions.
Simultaneously, rising dust stopped mid-air, and floating rocks hovered.
Lumel narrowly dodged, leaving a crater behind.
Flying debris. Lumel saw the cold-laden spear slicing through the air amidst the rocks.
A short ‘ding,’ but the aftermath was immense.
The crescent-shaped assault of freezing death froze souls upon contact, heralding an end.
Wrapped in lightning, Lumel shot forward like an arrow—or rather, a bullet.
Bouncing off the rocks with his lightning-covered body, he pressed forward.
Only when the pointed spear tip glowed red-hot did Lumel collide.
ZEEEENG!
The spear thrust with sheer force. Omul extended the spatial hammer form he had swung to block it.
RUMBLE!
Following Lumel’s path, golden lightning and thunder erupted.
The scorching heat melted the frozen spacetime, which froze again.
Omul released his broken hammer and was pushed back, colliding with the wall.
BOOM!
“Ugh…!”
The labyrinth roared violently.
The cavern where Omul and Lumel fought was almost entirely collapsing, and the labyrinth above their position was mostly damaged.
Rocks tumbled down, and the world pressed down as if to crush and burst everything.
Yet they did not stop, continuing to charge toward each other.
