Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1050: True Depravita of Wrath vs Archangel Zamael

Chapter 1050: True Depravita of Wrath vs Archangel Zamael

After the destruction of the Divine Kingdoms, Vlad did not stop.

The ruins of seven shattered realms drifted through the sky of the Second Level of Heaven like broken bones.

Vlad hovered at the center of that devastation, his eyes slowly closing as he brought his hands together. The moment his palms met, reality itself seemed to shudder.

A colossal gravitational force erupted from him.

Invisible pressure spread outward in every direction, seizing the broken remnants of the Divine Kingdoms and dragging them back toward their source. Massive palaces, once forged by gods and sustained by faith, were crushed into rubble.

Towers collapsed into pebbles, temples folded inward like paper, and sacred streets were pulverized into clouds of divine dust. Everything—every fragment of divine matter—was pulled inexorably toward the space between Vlad’s hands.

Piece by piece, the ruins were compressed.

The fragments gathered faster and faster, spiraling violently as gravity intensified beyond comprehension. What began as scattered debris became a dense mass, then a blazing sphere of golden plasma no larger than a watermelon. The power contained within it grew exponentially, so immense that the fundamental laws of the Second Level of Heaven began to tremble. Space warped. Light bent. Time itself slowed in the sphere’s immediate vicinity.

Even Vlad’s reinforced body strained under the pressure.

His muscles tightened, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin as divine and cosmic energies clashed within him. Pain lanced through his arms, but he did not falter. His expression remained cold, unwavering, as he continued to compress the mass further, forcing every last fragment of the seven Divine Kingdoms into the sphere.

At last, it was complete.

A miniature sun of golden plasma hovered between his palms, radiating annihilation.

Without hesitation, Vlad opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward the towering wall that separated the Second Level of Heaven from the Third. That barrier had stood since the dawn of Heaven itself, reinforced by countless laws and divine seals. To the gods, it was unbreakable.

Vlad released the sphere.

The compressed plasma detonated outward in the form of a colossal beam, a torrent of golden-white destruction that screamed as it tore through space.

"BOOOOOOOM!"

The divine wall shattered instantly.

There was no resistance, no slowing—only annihilation. The beam punched through the barrier and surged directly into the Third Level of Heaven, tearing a vast scar across its skies.

A powerful scream echoed in response.

"AGHRHHHHHH!!"

The sound was filled with rage and shock, and Vlad’s lips curled into a wide smile.

The Third Level had been prepared.

The Gods of the Third Level had sensed the catastrophe the moment Vlad destroyed the Second Level. They had gathered in advance, positioning themselves behind the wall, intending to ambush him the instant he crossed over.

Unfortunately for them, there was no hiding from the eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath.

The plasma beam tore through their formation before the battle could even begin. Two Gods were too slow to react—half their bodies were erased in an instant, their divine forms ripped apart by overwhelming force. A third was less fortunate; he was completely pulverized, body and soul erased so thoroughly that not even divine essence remained.

Horror spread across the faces of the surviving Gods.

The battle had not even begun, and three of them were already gone.

Screams echoed across the Third Level as the beam continued its path, obliterating massive cities below. Sacred towers collapsed. Entire districts vanished in blinding light. Tens of thousands of Angels perished in seconds, their bodies vaporized before they could even comprehend what was happening.

"We need to..." one of the Gods shouted, desperately trying to rally the others.

He never finished.

A hand seized his head.

"Explode!"

Vlad uttered a single word.

Gravitational and spatial forces converged instantly, compressing the God’s skull to the size of a grain of rice. Blood, bone, and brain matter erupted outward in a grotesque spray as the divine being was erased from existence.

Before the remaining Gods could even react, Vlad swung his blade.

Divine Power surged through the weapon, merging with the Laws of Lightning and Fire. The resulting explosion was catastrophic—a massive blast of dark-golden energy that sent the remaining Gods flying in all directions. Their bodies convulsed violently, lightning crawling across their skin as blood poured from shattered armor and broken limbs.

Below, Angels stared up at the sky in frozen terror.

They did not have long.

Golden portals tore open above them, releasing torrents of god-weapons that rained down mercilessly. Spears, blades, and axes of divine judgment slaughtered every Angel close to the True Depravita, turning the streets below into a sea of corpses.

Vlad prepared to finish the surviving Gods.

His eyes were cold, devoid of mercy, as he took a step forward—

Then they narrowed.

Quantum Expanse activated.

Less than a nanosecond later, a red spear forged entirely of runes pierced the space where his heart should have been. Because of Quantum Expanse, the spear phased harmlessly through his body, continuing downward until it struck the ground.

The impact was catastrophic.

A black hole erupted instantly, its core marked by a glowing red event horizon. Everything nearby—air, light, matter, and energy—was consumed as the singularity expanded for a fraction of a second before violently collapsing in on itself.

Even Vlad felt it.

Despite being in Quantum Form, the sheer cosmic power of the attack exerted pressure on his body, rippling through the quantum realm itself. His eyes sharpened. That attack was terrifying—not because it could kill him, but because it demonstrated power that transcended conventional divine laws.

Immediately, Vlad turned his gaze skyward.

There, he saw him.

A towering humanoid figure hovered in the sky, radiating overwhelming presence. His sculpted body appeared forged from dark, stone-like material, etched with glowing red circular markings embedded deep within his form. Massive wings spread behind him—layered, heavy, and imposing—exuding both divinity and menace.

A hood shadowed his face, obscuring his expression and making him feel distant, inhuman. Behind him, a radiant halo burned brightly, intersected by vertical red symbols that pulsed with ancient power. In his grip was a long weapon marked with the same glowing runes as the spear.

Across the mirror, the expressions of the White Death and the sovereigns of the Six Sun Alliance grew somber.

"An Archangel," the White Death said quietly.

"They appeared much faster than I expected." The King of the Obsidian Dragon Kingdom frowned deeply.

"Even if the Archangels view the lower levels of Heaven as beneath them, the complete destruction of two of them is too much to ignore." The Amazon Queen nodded, calculating rapidly.

Vlad has killed too many. The Gods can no longer handle this alone.

Concern spread among the sovereigns.

But on Vlad’s face, there was only joy.

A wide smile stretched across his features as he stared at the Archangel.

"Good," he said softly. "You saved me the journey."

The Archangel’s power was immense, overwhelming even from a distance—but Vlad had come for them. One appearing sooner than expected was a blessing.

"Hmph. Insignificant monkey," the Archangel declared, his voice echoing like judgment itself. "I am Zamael. You will pay for your sacrilege. Your soul will be trapped in endless torment. I will make sure you never—"

"You speak too much."

Before Zamael could finish, Vlad vanished.

He reappeared directly in front of the Archangel and swung his blade with all his power. Dark-golden force exploded outward, consuming the sky itself as the battle between the Depravita and an Archangel truly began.

The Archangel’s face twisted in pure rage at the audacity of what had just occurred. Someone had dared to interrupt his words—his judgment.

Zamael was a sacred existence, a being forged by Heaven itself, one to whom all creation was meant to bow in reverence and fear. And yet, an insignificant monkey had not only ignored his proclamation, but had attacked him mid-sentence.

The affront burned hotter than any flame.

For a brief instant, self-righteous wrath threatened to overwhelm him, but Zamael was no fool.

Instinct took over as he raised his crimson spear, intercepting the dark-golden blast unleashed by Vlad. The moment the energies collided, Zamael’s expression shifted from fury to shock. The force contained within that single swing was monstrous—far beyond what he had expected.

The blast drove him backward through the sky.

Zamael gritted his teeth as his muscles tightened, divine power surging through his frame. With a roar, he swung his spear upward, splitting the wave of energy in two and dispersing it into the sky. The firmament itself cracked under the strain, thunderous shockwaves rippling outward.

But before he could stabilize his position, a chill ran down his spine.

Vlad was gone.

No—he was behind him.

Zamael twisted instinctively, but it was already too late. Vlad appeared at his back, blade descending with overwhelming force. Space itself split apart beneath the strike, reality unraveling as if it were nothing more than fragile cloth.

Just before the blade could connect, a black hole manifested at the Archangel’s center.

The singularity swallowed Zamael instantly.

Vlad’s eyes widened as his blade cleaved through empty air. He barely had time to register what had happened before another black hole erupted directly in front of him—this one inverted, its force reversing violently.

Zamael emerged from it in a flash of crimson light.