Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1051: Crippling an Archangel

Zamaels showed a wide and ferocious smile as he thrust his spear forward with terrifying speed, aiming directly for the back of Vlad’s head. The weapon was no mere construct of divine energy; its power seemed to overlap every layer of space at once, striking not only the physical realm but deeper dimensions beyond it.

For the first time since entering Heaven, uncertainty flickered across the eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath.

The attack was different.

This was not something that could simply be ignored or phased through without consequence. Vlad could feel it—an oppressive force that threatened even the quantum realm itself.

For the first time, he was not entirely certain whether Quantum Expanse would be enough to save him.

However, even as overwhelming danger bore down upon him, the True Depravita of Wrath did not lose his focus.

At the final instant, his Celestial Eyes flared with blinding brilliance. Space twisted violently just as the Eternity Spear was about to strike home, and a portal erupted into existence directly in front of its tip, swallowing the weapon whole.

Zamael’s confident smile froze.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the connection to his sacred weapon distort—no, vanish. The Eternity Spear was not merely deflected or redirected; it was being devoured, severed from his immediate control by a force that defied Heaven’s authority.

Before the Archangel could react, a second portal tore open behind him.

From it, the Eternity Spear emerged.

The attack was instantaneous.

Zamael twisted his body with all the strength his divine frame could muster, narrowly sparing his head from being pierced. Yet even that desperate maneuver could not fully save him.

The spear tore through his left shoulder, and the power contained within it erased everything around the impact point. Matter, energy, and divine essence were annihilated in an instant.

There was nothing left.

Zamael’s shoulder ceased to exist, the connection between his chest and left arm severed completely. His arm vanished into nothingness, not torn away, but deleted from reality.

A scream of pure agony tore from the Archangel’s throat as pain unlike anything he had ever known assaulted his senses.

And yet, the danger was far from over.

Before Zamael could even stabilize himself, Vlad surged forward. His aura exploded outward, the pressure of it crushing the surrounding space. The True Depravita of Wrath drove his blade deep into the Archangel’s abdomen.

"ARGHHHHH!"

Vlad roared as he twisted the blade viciously, then forced it upward with all his strength. The Archangel’s flesh and bones were tougher than divine steel, reinforced by Heaven’s Laws themselves, but Vlad did not relent. Golden blood sprayed violently in all directions as he continued to push, muscle after muscle screaming under the strain.

Every inch was resistance.

Every fraction of movement demanded absolute power.

Still, Vlad pressed forward.

With a final surge of strength, the blade shattered, half of it breaking apart and remaining embedded beneath Zamael’s collarbone. The Archangel staggered, his body trembling as divine blood poured freely from his wounds.

Vlad did not pause.

He followed up instantly, unleashing a tornado kick that struck Zamael square in the face, blasting him downward. The Archangel was driven into the ground with catastrophic force, cratering the Third Level of Heaven beneath him.

In the same motion, Vlad seized the Eternity Spear.

His left arm expanded grotesquely, nearly tripling in size as the Seal of Greed activated, funneling every ounce of his physical strength into a single limb. Muscles bulged and twisted unnaturally as Vlad rotated his body, using centrifugal force to magnify the throw beyond all conventional limits.

Then he released it.

"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"

The Eternity Spear was launched with speed surpassing light itself.

A cataclysmic shockwave erupted outward as the spear tore through the ground of the Third Level of Heaven, carving a vast cannon through divine land. Structures shattered instantly, cities disintegrated, and angels were obliterated merely by the overwhelming gravitational distortion surrounding the weapon.

Nothing survived its path.

The power behind the throw was so immense that the spear slammed into the wall separating the Third and Fourth Levels of Heaven—a barrier several times stronger than those before it.

And yet, the moment it collided, a massive black hole formed.

The singularity devoured enormous portions of the wall, entire Divine Kingdoms at the edge of the Third Level, and even swallowed parts of the Fourth Level beyond.

"Impossible!"

Zamael screamed in absolute horror.

Blood poured uncontrollably from his mouth as internal damage ravaged his body, but he forced himself upright, unable to suppress the disbelief burning in his chest.

"The Eternity Spear can only be wielded by an Archangel!" he shouted. "The moment a monkey as you touched it, your body should have exploded!"

Vlad turned slowly to face him.

His eyes were cold. Empty. Filled with nothing but bloodlust.

As his body returned to its normal proportions, a demonic smile spread across his face. He clasped his hands together, interlocking his fingers as the Eye of Pride blazed with overwhelming radiance.

"Manifest in your full splendor," Vlad commanded.

Power erupted outward.

Massive quantities of energy were consumed instantly—enough that even a Peak Tier Lord would have been reduced to nothing. Vlad did not hesitate.

"Heaven’s Gate!"

Zamael’s eyes widened in total, paralyzing shock.

"That... that is Lord Metatron’s Gift!" he stammered. "Impossible! Even if you killed him, you should not—"

"Golden Rain."

Vlad did not allow him to finish.

Life force and soul force were drained in staggering quantities, so much that the very air screamed in protest. Fortunately, the millions of angels Vlad had slaughtered and devoured provided a near-infinite source of fuel.

The Sovereigns of the Six Sun Alliance stared in stunned silence at the mirror.

At first, it truly looked like golden rain falling from the sky.

But those shimmering droplets were not water.

They were god weapons.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

Thousands upon thousands of divine weapons descended simultaneously, detonating upon impact. The incantation did not merely increase their number—it magnified their destructive power exponentially.

The rain lasted only five seconds.

That was all it took.

When the final explosion faded, everything within Vlad’s field of vision was gone. Gods reduced to nothing. Angels annihilated at the molecular level.

Silence followed.

Vlad’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the devastation.

There was no trace of Zamael.

No remains. No fragments. Nothing.

"Even if the god weapons shattered his body," Vlad muttered, "something should have remained."

His gaze hardened.

"The fact that nothing is left means he escaped."

Though mildly disappointed, Vlad was not surprised. Zamael’s abilities were formidable, and had the Celestial Eyes not taken him by surprise, the battle would not have been so one-sided.

"It doesn’t matter," Vlad said coldly. "He was never my true target."

A cruel smile curved his lips.

"I crippled him for now. He won’t interfere for the rest of the fight."

Unfortunately for Vlad, the Archangel was not the only threat awaiting him.

As he turned his gaze into the distance—toward the massive breach torn into the wall leading to the Fourth Level of Heaven—he could feel powerful presences gathering on the other side. Their divine auras overlapped and pressed against one another, forming a suffocating tide of intent that rolled toward him like an approaching storm.

"One... two... three..." Vlad murmured quietly. His perception expanded, counting without effort. "There are more than ten Gods waiting for me there. And more are still coming."

Despite the sheer scale of the forces assembling against him, Vlad’s expression remained indifferent. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as if he were observing an inconvenience rather than a coordinated divine counterattack. Yet his eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed something missing.

"No Archangel?"

The eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath glowed with a dangerous, knowing light as he analyzed the situation. Slowly, a smile crept across his face—a smile filled not with excitement, but with disdain.

"After witnessing Zamael’s defeat," Vlad said coldly, "they’ve decided to use cannon fodder to assess my abilities and limits."

It was, objectively, a sound plan. Vlad’s power was unpredictable, his abilities layered and difficult to quantify. Sacrificing lesser Gods to gather information was entirely in line with Heaven’s brutal pragmatism. Yet Vlad merely shrugged, showing not the slightest concern.

The True Depravita of Wrath inhaled deeply.

His entire body trembled as Demon Soul Force surged violently from his soul, and that of the rest of the True Depravitas fused with him.