Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1047: Killing Gods

After overcoming the shock, a slow, greedy smile began to form on the God’s face.

A menacing light flickered in his eyes.

"If I play this right..." he thought, excitement surging through his fear. "If I can force the intruder to surrender..."

Visions of glory bloomed in his mind.

The Archangels would reward him generously. Perhaps even elevate him. Perhaps he would ascend beyond mere Godhood, stepping into a higher order of existence. His Divine Kingdom would grow. His name would echo through Heaven’s halls.

The thrill nearly made him tremble.

Then—

Reality shattered his delusion.

A figure appeared directly in front of him, phasing through the Divine Kingdom’s barrier as if it did not exist. No resistance. No distortion. Just absolute dominance.

Jeremia froze.

The man before him was impossibly tall, his presence crushing. White hair flowed like a banner of conquest. Golden plasma wings crackled behind his back, radiating annihilation. Draconic scales lined his body, and massive horns curved from his head like crowns of war.

Five eyes stared from his forehead.

Each one glowed with overwhelming power.

Jeremia’s mind went blank.

As their gazes met, understanding struck him with horrifying clarity.

Not fear.

Not terror.

Certainty.

"I am going to die."

The True Depravita of Wrath nodded once, before seizing the God by the neck and lifting him effortlessly into the air.

Jeremia’s feet left the ground as his Divine aura flared instinctively, yet it did nothing. The grip around his throat was absolute, crushing not only flesh and bone but authority itself.

"Let go of our God!"

"Vile creature—die!"

The Divine Kingdom erupted in chaos. Angels loyal to Jeremia surged forward without hesitation, wings blazing as they charged toward the invader. Even in the face of an overwhelming disparity in strength, they threw themselves into battle the moment they saw their God in danger.

It was an astonishing display of faith and courage.

And it was utterly meaningless.

Before a single Angel could reach Vlad, the eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath glowed with cold, merciless light. A gravitational pulse erupted outward from his body, invisible yet catastrophic.

Angels were annihilated mid-flight.

Some burst apart like blood-filled balloons, their bodies detonating under unbearable pressure. Others were hurled away like broken dolls, wings shattered, bones pulverized, crashing lifelessly into streets and spires below. Screams echoed only for a moment before being silenced forever.

There was no hesitation. No mercy.

The Xaos King tightened his grip around Jeremia’s neck and opened his mouth.

A devouring force surged outward.

Under the horrified gazes of the Gods watching from afar, Jeremia’s soul was torn from his body—ripped free in a violent stream of radiant essence—and swallowed whole.

Jeremia’s body hung uselessly in the air, a hollow shell stripped of soul, authority, and divinity.

Absolute horror seized the Gods of the First Level.

As long as a Divine Kingdom remained intact, a God could resurrect—even after death. But that required their soul to remain whole. What they had just witnessed shattered that certainty. Jeremia’s soul had not been destroyed.

It had been devoured.

Killing a God was considered an almost impossible feat.

Devouring one was unthinkable.

And yet it had happened in less than ten seconds.

Before anyone could react, Vlad casually stored the body. Then he plunged his hand directly into the heart of Jeremia’s Divine Kingdom.

The realm screamed.

Radiant light dimmed rapidly as divine power was torn away and consumed. Towers cracked and collapsed. Sacred trees withered instantly. Rivers of holy essence dried into dust. The people within were not spared.

The devouring power spread.

Life, faith, and souls were swallowed indiscriminately.

At the same time, the Eye of Pride on Vlad’s forehead ignited with golden brilliance. Space trembled as the Gate of Heaven was summoned once more. The sky split open, and god-weapons began to rain down again—thousands upon thousands of blades, spears, and divine constructs.

Cities surrounding Jeremia’s Divine Kingdom were obliterated.

Angels died screaming as weapons hunted them with terrifying precision.

The golden dome protecting the Divine Kingdom shattered at last.

With a deafening roar, the entire realm collapsed, crumbling into radiant sand before being fully devoured by the Xaos King.

Silence followed.

The remaining Gods stood frozen, staring at the empty space where Jeremia’s Divine Kingdom had once existed. They were ancient beings—hundreds of thousands of years old—who had witnessed countless wars and cosmic phenomena.

None of it prepared them for this.

They understood the God Path intimately. They knew its laws, its limitations. No God should be able to devour another’s Divine Power without catastrophic backlash—corruption, madness, or loss of identity.

Yet the monster before them showed no sign of corruption.

No instability.

No hesitation.

Then the Xaos King turned his gaze toward them.

All doubts vanished.

Only survival remained.

"Dammit! Dammit!" one God shouted in desperation. "Why is no one answering our calls?!"

He had been desperately trying to contact the higher levels of Heaven, pleading for powerful Gods or Archangels to intervene. Others were doing the same.

Nothing.

No response.

It was as though an invisible barrier had isolated the entire First Level, cutting them off completely.

"No one is coming," a God whispered, horror creeping into his voice.

A God by the name of Martin stepped forward, his expression twisted with fear and determination. He had ruled the Divine Kingdom closest to Jeremia’s and knew—without question—that he would be next.

"We have to fight together!" Martin shouted. "If we stand here frozen, we’ll all die!"

Seven Gods remained.

They exchanged glances, terror reflected in every pair of eyes. Yet slowly, reluctantly, resolve began to form. Fighting together was their only chance.

Martin felt a fragile spark of hope ignite in his chest.

"We need to move fast and—"

He never finished the sentence.

The Xaos King rose into the sky, ascending amid the storm of god-weapons falling like meteors around him. His aura expanded violently, crushing the air itself. His right and left eyes blazed simultaneously.

"Celestial Eyes. Bloodline Art."

His voice reverberated across Heaven, carrying absolute authority.

"Orion Constellation."

The Celestial Eyes shone so brightly they seemed to replace the sun. Reality warped as a vast star constellation manifested across the battlefield, its luminous points burning into existence.

Each Divine Kingdom transformed into a star.

The Gods’ hearts froze.

They felt it instantly—an overwhelming sense of damnation.

Vlad embedded his black blade into the fabric of space itself.

In the next instant, that same blade emerged from each star in the constellation.

It pierced through the bodies of the remaining Gods simultaneously.

Agonized screams tore through Heaven.

The Gods thrashed and struggled, unleashing every ounce of their power, but it was useless. The blades spread barbed hooks within their bodies, anchoring them in place, ripping through soul and divinity alike.

They could not escape.

They could only scream.

Martin bled profusely as the black blade pierced through his spine and right lung. Divine blood poured from his mouth as he gasped helplessly, every breath sending waves of agony through his shattered body. His horror deepened when the Xaos King appeared beside him.

Vlad’s hand clamped around Martin’s head.

The God barely had time to comprehend what was happening before Vlad opened his mouth.

Horror was the final expression frozen on Martin’s face as his soul was ripped from his body and consumed without mercy. There was no scream, no resistance—only annihilation. His corpse fell limp, stripped of all divinity, before Vlad stored it away without a second glance.

Then, as he had done before, Vlad plunged his hand into the Divine Kingdom.

The realm screamed as its Divine Power was torn apart and devoured. The process repeated again and again with each remaining God. Wherever the Xaos King advanced, god-weapons followed in his wake, raining down relentlessly—slaughtering every angel, obliterating every city.

Until finally... silence.

The First Level of Heaven, which had echoed with screams and terror for over an hour, fell completely silent. All forty-two million life forms within it had been massacred. Corpses flooded the streets, piled atop shattered spires and broken sanctuaries, staining the sky with blood and ruin.

The Xaos King surveyed the devastation.

What settled into his heart was not triumph—but peace.

The carnage had allowed him to cleanse himself of the burning hatred and uncontrollable rage provoked by the Archangel’s attempt on his unborn children. Those emotions, once consuming, no longer clouded his mind. He could now continue with his true goal with absolute clarity and purpose.

"The Gods have given me the energy I need to carry out my plans," Vlad murmured softly. "And the Angels..."

His gaze drifted across the endless field of corpses scattered throughout the First Level.

Above him, the phantom form of a colossal hydra manifested. Its many jaws opened wide, generating a vast devouring vortex. The vortex descended upon the battlefield, consuming millions of corpses, every drop of blood, and every lingering fragment of life essence that stained the First Level of Heaven.