In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities-Chapter 246 Self-Destruction

The otherworldly god let out a chilling laugh, his voice echoing across the battlefield, as he kicked the stunned paladin who had lost his shield. The unfortunate man flew like a rag doll, crashing to the ground without so much as a scream.

Two more paladins rushed in from opposite sides, their spears aimed at his neck and abdomen. They moved swiftly and precisely, but the god's reaction was swifter. He conjured claws of black energy to deflect one spear and swung a shadowy tail to hurl the second paladin away.

"Pathetic minnows dare to challenge me?" the god sneered.

Sensing an attack from behind, he lashed out with his black aura, grabbing a paladin mid-strike. The man struggled in his grip, shouting defiantly, "In the name of Radiance…!"

The god responded with a mocking laugh before twisting his hand cruelly. The paladin's neck snapped, his lifeless body crumpling to the ground.

"Radiance? Don't make me laugh. That pathetic creature is worshipped as a god?"

Seeing an opening, the elderly paladin charged forward, his sword blazing with divine light. The god, distracted, failed to react in time. The blade struck his shoulder, and dark smoke hissed as the wound sizzled.

"Argh! How dare you?" the god roared, clutching his injured shoulder. For the first time, he seemed taken aback.

Encouraged by this success, the remaining paladins renewed their assault. Even Alejandro, emboldened by the sight, began inching closer from a safe distance.

The elder paladin cried out, his voice filled with righteous fury. "Do not underestimate the power of Radiance!"

But the god quickly regained his composure, meeting the next attack with a sinister grin. "Good. This might actually get interesting."

With a swipe of his black energy, he struck the elder paladin's shield. The force sent the man flying, shield shattering into pieces. Leaping into the air, the god unfurled massive wings of shadow, scattering black energy in all directions. The fragments twisted unnaturally, resembling distorted human faces, their expressions locked in silent screams.

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The paladins hesitated, their courage faltering at the horrifying sight. The god, savoring their fear, extended his arms to gather the scattered energy back into himself.

"Let's end this game," he declared.

In an instant, the concentrated energy erupted, a massive explosion radiating outward. The shadowy faces snarled as they disintegrated into teeth-like shards, the force of the blast tearing through the courtyard. Ancient trees were uprooted, and deep cracks split the earth. Even the once-steadfast palace trembled visibly.

From a hidden corner of the garden, the watching warriors exchanged alarmed glances.

"Wait, this wasn't part of the plan…"

"That's definitely a problem."

"Did they set up a barrier? Is the palace protected?"

Feigning surprise, Michael called out, "The god's power is greater than expected! We can't just wait—let's retrieve the emperor's treasures now!"

At his words, the warriors bolted toward the palace. Miaomiao and Marcus, startled into action, spread their wings and followed suit.

"Can't let the valuables get destroyed now," Miaomiao muttered.

"Why did we wait out here in the first place? Should've stayed inside," Marcus grumbled.

"Because that god was crawling out back then!" Miaomiao snapped. "Less talk, more action. Let's secure what we came for!"

Michael, needing to redirect attention from the god, added, "No need to worry about the palace collapsing. Let's just grab what we can and retreat!"

One of the warriors, still holding onto a sense of justice, frowned. "And what of the god? The paladins can't stop it on their own."

Before Michael could reply, another warrior countered, "Do you think that thing will stay here? With us around, it'll run off to lick its wounds."

"Exactly. If that god has even a shred of intelligence, it'll know better than to stay," another agreed. "Besides, I have an artifact that can track its aura. Once we're ready, we can hunt it down and seal it properly."

At this, Miaomiao chimed in eagerly. [Indeed! My clan, along with Marcus and Michael, will see to it. As a proud member of the Sphinx lineage, I swear it. After all, our ancestors participated in sealing the ancient gods.]

Her vow reassured the warriors. A magical beast's oath, especially one tied to their lineage, was considered unbreakable. With Miaomiao, two first-class magical beasts, and Michael leading the effort, the wounded god would stand no chance.

"Very well…" the warriors muttered, resuming their race to secure the spoils.

Unbeknownst to them, this was all part of Michael's plan. His manipulation had ensured the god's powers would be unleashed and the focus shifted while he orchestrated his true objectives.

The aftermath of the god's explosive attack left the courtyard shrouded in dust. Slowly, a hazy figure emerged from the wreckage. The elder paladin, Adam, stood trembling, his legs barely holding him upright. Despite his wounds, he gripped his shattered shield tightly.

"This… this is not enough… to stop you… vile god," Adam stammered, defiance burning in his eyes.

The god scoffed, his expression one of amused disdain. "Hah! What can a lone, broken man like you possibly achieve now?"

Glancing around, Adam saw the carnage that surrounded him—shattered bodies of his comrades strewn across the ground. He was the last paladin standing.

Still, Adam refused to yield. Step by agonizing step, he approached Alejandro's lifeless body, reaching for the sacred sword.

Realizing what Adam intended, the god unleashed a surge of energy to stop him. But it was too late. Adam grasped the sword, whispering a prayer.

"Sacred blade… lend me your strength."

A deafening explosion shook the entire capital of Famillian, its roar reverberating for miles.

The library of Famillian Palace was renowned across the continent of Rubel as a treasure trove of knowledge. Despite the derision from other nations that often mocked the Pamir Empire as a band of ignorant plains marauders, its emperors had always been deeply obsessed with their library, generation after generation.

This obsession extended to the current emperor as well.

Thus, the palace library was not merely a repository of books but a sanctified space symbolizing the authority and intellect of its age. The arched ceilings soared high, their soft curves connecting in flowing harmony, adorned with intricately carved designs that gleamed pure white.