1553 Rewriting Records

The conquest of Lionar was incomplete without the death of the three pseudo divine guardians protecting it.

Unfortunately, Varian couldn't defeat them with his current power. To be fair, he could fight one to death with his versatile powers, but three? That'd just be a death wish.

"Kuuh! Let go!"

Hector Russ who was under his chokehold cried out.

"Shut up." Varian tightened his hold and pressed harder against his neck while pouring more soul power into the man.

As a result, Hector twitched violently, his limbs flailing like he's a fish out of water before he turned limp.

But before he did, he said something that caused Varian's heart to almost stop. It's not exactly what he said but it's how he said it.

"Ahhh~ Let go~ hmm~"

"…"

[…]

"…"

[He just—]

"No." Varian said in a serious voice. "We didn't hear anything."

[O-Okay.]

Even Logos was dumbfounded with the development as much as Varian.

Looking at the limp man, Varian gnashed his teeth. "If this is a tactic to make me leave you, then…"

Boom!

With a kick to his back, Varian blasted away Hector and then caught him with a rope made out of the power of order and vitality.

"Congratulations, you succeeded."

The two transversed distance spanning several duchies before reaching a region outside Lionar.

They should be able to discern the fake traces from true ones and get her soon.

Defeating them in a direct battle was difficult but why should it have to be that way?

Varian's eyes glowed with a black and white light.

The power of order and chaos manifested around him. The former created countless straight lines while the latter resulted in spirals.

Then the power of soul, death and life were packed into the positions of order while the power of time was placed with chaos.

Then, he put them in all a dormant state.

"Haa~"

Varian exhaled deeply and rubbed his forehead. His aura was recovering at a ridiculously fast pace but that didn't make the operation less tiring. Then, he poured a bit more soul power into Hector, keeping him unconscious.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When the divine rankers headed by Ahriman found him, Hector's vitality was already very weak due to the damage he took to his soul.

"You are going to offend someone you can't afford to face!" Ahriman yelled with a livid face and waved his hand.

The other two followed.

Space was cut from all directions and reached Varian, promising to slice him into pieces.

Showing no anxiety at all, he held up Hector as the meat shield against the attacks.

"You!"

The three pseudo divines had to withdraw their attacks at the last moment and they all glared at him with anger.

"Shameless!"

"Coward!"

"Weakling!"

They cursed in unsion and Varian, responsed to them with a smile of gratitude. "Thank you for the praise."

"Arghh!"

They closed the distance and reached him in a blink.

A foreign force began to pull at Hector, intending to transfer him away. Varian pulled Hector out of it and moved away.

And as he did, the three pseudo divines attacked him in close quarters using weapons of space.

Due to their proximity which enabled them greater control, Varian wasn't able to use Hector as the meat shield. At least, not against three of them at the same time.

They didn't use too much power fearing Hector might suffer. As a result, the fight got dangerous but not fatal.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Space continued to shatter like glass and the shards of that glass continued to cut him, bleed him and dig into his flesh.

As time passed, the dynamics clearly changed.

Varian was struggling to hold onto Hector and deal with the attacks. Ahriman and the other two were winning comfortably.

The situation got so bad that Hector even almost woke up once. Varian only knocked him off at the cost of big injury.

"Arghh!"

His arm was sliced off. Then, his leg.

They regenerated but not as quick as they used to.

"Haa! Huff! Haah!"

In the sinister space where the bodies of three pseudo divines blended into it, Varian's tired pants rang like the announcements of a war that's about to be lost.

"It's over." Ahriman appeared behind Varian and cut down with his palm.

A prickly sensation engulfed his skin before the palm could even touch and a red line appeared on his body from head to toe.

"Fuck!"

If the attack really fell, he'd be split into two vertically.

The injury was still something he could recover from. But the three hawks would tear him into pieces before that could happen.

Blood splashed out of Varian's head and the split began.

A smile formed on the other two pseudo divines and they poured their powers onto Hector. This time, they easily teleported him to themselves.

"Hahaha! You're done!"

Once they realized Hector's vitality was fine, they heaved a sigh of relief and gloated at Varian's condition.

A big mistake.

The hidden mix of powers buried in Hector activated and connected with the nearby lines of chaos and order.

"Carefu—"

The power of soul and power of time acted together, tampering with their perception and then slowing it down.

The powers of death and life engulfed them in their most vulnerable and relaxed state.

Boom!

Flesh and blood exploded.

The two pseudo divines survived the attacks. But when Hector himself exploded with the power of slivers, they weren't able to hold on any longer.

"Arghh!"

With tragic screams, the two were unalived. And with them was Hector Russ.

The moment he died, a man far away in the Andromenda opened his eyes and looked into this direction.

"Fuck!"

Varian and Ahriman both froze for a moment as a chill washed over them.

"Damn it! It's all because of you!" Ahriman wanted to kill Varian right away to secure a painless death.

So, he used all his power and created a glowing sphere built with black lines.

And Varian decided he couldn't delay any longer.

With a snap of his fingers, every planted mass of power in the surroundings lit up.

From a distance, it looked like a beautiful magic circle with countless lines and spirals. But beneath the beauty lied kingdom destroying power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ahriman could've survived if he focused on defense. But he went all in on offense, just like Varian. As a result, he was ripped to shreds and died a violent death.

Varian too was hit and the fist-sized hole in his chest began to expand at a crazy rate.

With all his power, he wouldn't be able to survive more than two seconds.

'Fuck!'

The door to Hortus opened and he jumped in with the last of his strength.

"Varian!"

"Var!"

Two supreme powers, far beyond any pseudo divine, entered his body and pulled away the space ball.

The attack created with every bit of Ahriman's power was effortlessly crushed.

And Varian breathed.

"Haaa!"

As he began to lose consciousness, Sarah and Isadora initated a synergy.

When he eventually woke up, he felt so light and strong, like he had been completely reborn.