Chapter 245: The Destroyed Mythology

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Chapter 245: Chapter 245: The Destroyed MythologyFind 30+ Advance Chapters And for More Fan fiction ???? ???? [Support link: pat reon.com/RioRaRyu] ------------ Checkout my new fanfic : Naruto : As Kakashi’s Brother _________________ Crack——! The crimson storm, laced with black space rifts, crashed violently against the blood-red moon, sending shockwaves through the sky. A deafening crack split the air as the once-indestructible celestial body fractured, jagged lines spreading across its surface like a shattered mirror. Sun Wukong, observing the battle up close, felt his pupils constrict in sheer disbelief. He actually did it... Blake had achieved the impossible. As the world watched in stunned silence, the aftermath of the collision unfolded. The swirling red storm, fueled by flames and raw energy, coiled around the wounded moon like a vengeful beast sinking its fangs into its prey. Then— Boom—! A series of massive explosions erupted from within, tearing the moon apart piece by piece. Under the watchful eyes of the entire planet, the blood-red moon, a harbinger of divine wrath, was stripped away layer by layer until it collapsed entirely, reduced to a cascade of crumbling debris. For a moment, it felt as if the very fabric of creation was being rewritten. The destruction of the sun and moon—an event beyond human comprehension—was unfolding before their very eyes. "Gulp—" Across the world, countless people swallowed nervously, their hearts pounding as if they had witnessed the hand of a god reshaping reality itself. Their faces, once drained of color from fear, now burned with exhilaration. There were no words to describe the sheer magnitude of what had just happened. One thing, however, was clear— Blake Silva, the Seventh King, had shattered a calamity that could have wiped out humanity. The devastation left behind was undeniable, but nothing could overshadow the reality that the blood-red moon—an apocalyptic force—had been utterly destroyed. He wasn’t just a hero. He was a savior. --- The world’s reaction was immediate. A tidal wave of emotions surged through nations, from disbelief to overwhelming awe. Leaders, magicians, knights—people from all walks of life—dropped to their knees in reverence, their voices rising in praise. Never before had a Campione commanded such devotion, not through fear, but through absolute awe. Among them, a certain reckless swordsman, Doni, let out a rare sigh of defeat, his usual carefree demeanor giving way to a bitter smile. "It’s almost laughable... The gap between us is even wider than I thought." Meanwhile, atop a golden statue somewhere in China, a lone figure stood, her silhouette barely visible against the fading glow of battle. The woman’s elegant posture carried a regal air, her smooth, porcelain-like skin catching the moonlight. Her gaze remained locked on the remnants of the blood-red moon, admiration flickering in her usually unreadable eyes. "I look forward to meeting you, Seventh King..." Greece— A different reaction entirely. Voban’s cold, greenish eyes narrowed, a mixture of frustration and reluctant acknowledgment brewing within him. "That damn kid’s power is beyond absurd..." he muttered, clenching his fists. "Even if I regain my full strength, I wouldn’t stand a chance. If I want revenge, I need to hunt down stronger Heretic Gods... absorb more divine power..." The raw disparity between him and Blake had finally become undeniable. Even his trump cards—the very abilities he had once believed to be invincible—seemed laughable in comparison. The other Campione shared similar sentiments, their expressions grim as they etched Blake’s power into their souls. And yet, in the center of it all— Blake remained unmoved. The Seventh King stood tall, clad in the burning armor of the Red Dragon Emperor, Ea still glowing with residual energy. His gaze was fixed on the collapsing moon, unblinking, unwavering. He wasn’t celebrating. He wasn’t relaxing. He was waiting. "Boom—!" Another eruption. The last remnants of the blood-red moon shattered entirely, unveiling the ominous dark core hidden within. Blake’s sharp blue eyes flickered, his aura flaring once more. "Boosted Gear Gift!!!!!!!!" The moment the words left his lips, the emerald gems embedded in his armor radiated a powerful green glow, and a voice filled with absolute authority resonated through the battlefield. A surge of energy burst forth, fusing into the raging crimson storm. The darkness surrounding the fractured moon began to distort— And then, before the world’s astonished eyes— Everything vanished. The shattered remnants, the ominous dark core—every last trace of the blood-red moon—was swallowed by the collapsing space fractures, devoured by the void. Seconds passed. Then dozens of seconds. And yet, nothing remained. The disaster had been erased. Blake exhaled sharply, his body relaxing as he withdrew Ea. The towering red storm that had consumed the sky moments ago faded, leaving only the ominous black space fractures lingering above Japan—a grim reminder of the destruction that had taken place. Even though the immediate threat was gone, the world itself would not heal so easily. These fractures... they weren’t just battle scars. They were wounds in reality itself. Even if left undisturbed, it would take tens of thousands of years for them to mend naturally. And at the heart of it all, Blake could feel it— The mythological system of Japan... its divine presence... Gone. Its fate, its essence, its very existence—erased. Like whispers lost to the wind, every trace of gods had been wiped clean. Even those who had once worshipped them found their memories void. Histories rewritten. Records altered. Even digital archives showed no sign they had ever existed. One man. One battle. An entire mythology, erased. --- Across the globe, people knelt once more, their voices echoing in praise. But beneath their reverence, something subtle had changed. Unnoticed by even the strongest magicians and warriors— Reality itself had shifted. Memories were altered. The battle that had unfolded—the clash between Blake and hundred of divine entities—had been rewritten in their minds. The blood-red moon, once an artifact of Japan’s gods, was now remembered as an extraterrestrial meteor. The gods he had slain had been transformed into nameless, chaotic monsters. Even the Campione themselves—beings resistant to magic—were unknowingly affected. Only one being remained fully aware of the truth. Sun Wukong. The Monkey King tilted his head, rubbing his chin as he watched Blake. "This guy..." he murmured, a wild grin creeping onto his face. "He actually pulled it off." Yet, even as he spoke, a different fire burned in his eyes— Excitement. Battle-lust. --- Blake, exhausted from the prolonged conflict, allowed himself a small smirk as he sealed away his weapons and deactivated his armor. "Using Ea’s power really takes it out of me..." he admitted, rolling his shoulders. His energy reserves were dangerously low, leaving him only at the level of a high-tier demon. A soft chime echoed in his mind. Ding! "Sia, close kill mode." "Yes, Master~" Sia’s playful voice answered. "Oh, by the way... You used up 3,580 Luck points. You’re down to 750 now." Blake blinked. "...That’s a lot." Hearing this, Blake’s mouth twitched slightly. He emptied most of his family’s assets in an instant. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel bad. Ding Congratulations to the master for completing the Destroy least 20 Gods along with Hidden world mission, Destroy a mythology. The reward is a True God Slayer Divine Spark. Please check it. At this moment, the system prompt sounded, making Blake’s eyes bright. What you say will come true. The next moment, Blake opened the task panel. In an instant, under the large font, there was a crystal clear diamond object rotating. There is also a description on it—— The God Slayer Divine Spark, after fusion, will become a true god killer. Ability 1: It will greatly enhance strength when activated. Ability 2: After activation, the attack has the attribute of killing gods, which is absolutely poisonous to gods, fantasy species and other beings. Ability 3: After activation, facing multiple gods, the power will be superimposed according to the number of people until it reaches the limit that can be tolerated. Ding Because of Master performs in the world task, the enhanced God-Slayer Spear-Longinus will be permanently issued. Its power can be superimposed with the master’s power. After receiving a series of information, even with Blake’s calm mind, he was stunned. The God-Slayer Spear is secondary. The key is the reward of Divine Spark, which is simply awesome! The key to all of this—the Divine Spark—was beyond incredible. Blake couldn’t help but draw a connection to Azi Dahaka, one of the ultimate trials for humanity in the Little Garden of Problem Children. That three-digit Demon Lord was infamous for his trait: he could only be slain by humans. He was a being so powerful that he could repel millions of gods, essentially making him their natural enemy. And now, Blake felt like he was stepping onto a similar path. Divine Spark was the equivalent of divinity. Even without the explicit ability to slay gods, the sheer potential of this new power was undeniable. After all, in Little Garden, Leticia—the vampire maid—had once wielded a Divinity, making her a peak four-digit powerhouse. To put it in another perspective, it was like having the raw power of High School DxD’s Ophis—infinitely superior to the Two Heavenly Dragons, even transcending them by a factor of eight. In comparison, Blake’s previous peak strength as a Satan wasn’t even a fraction of that—barely one-eightieth. Of course, numbers alone didn’t determine the outcome of a real battle. With Blake’s diverse abilities and his arsenal of absurdly overpowered weapons, victory was never guaranteed, even against overwhelming force. But the importance of divinity was clear. Leticia had lost her godhood once, and her strength had plummeted—her combat power reduced tenfold in an instant. The difference was staggering. "This really is one hell of a gift... Seems like spending those luck points was well worth it." Blake muttered to himself, still pale but smirking as he processed the changes within him. At that moment, a soft voice echoed in his mind. "Master, would you like to fuse with the Divine Spark now? The process is subtle—there won’t be any visible changes, and it will only take a few minutes. However, fully adapting to it will take a few days." It was Sia, his ever-reliable companion. "Is that so? Then do it. I want to feel the power for myself." Blake’s voice carried a tinge of anticipation. "As you wish." A delicate, radiant light materialized before him—something only Blake could see. It drifted toward him, merging seamlessly into his forehead, leaving behind a faint, diamond-shaped mark. The moment it fused, a wave of clarity washed over him. His exhaustion faded in an instant, as if cool, refreshing water had cleansed his entire being. His strength surged back, his mind became sharper, and an unfamiliar yet exhilarating presence began to settle deep within his soul. It was as though his very existence was evolving, his life force ascending to a higher level. But before he could fully relish the sensation— "Hey, Campione! Don’t ignore me! Are you up for a fight or not?!" A voice brimming with battle lust snapped Blake out of his trance. He opened his eyes to find none other than Sun Wukong standing before him, arms crossed, a wild grin on his face. "You sure you want to fight me right now?" Blake exhaled, his voice like distant thunder rolling across the battlefield. A powerful aura erupted from him, rippling through the air like a stormfront. Sun Wukong froze. A strange, involuntary shudder ran through his body. For the first time in ages, the legendary Monkey King felt something alien—an instinctual, primal fear. His golden eyes flickered with confusion as he examined Blake, sensing something had changed. Something fundamental. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. "Uh... Weird..." Wukong muttered, his tail flicking anxiously. His instincts were screaming that Blake was different now. Yet the details eluded him. "Tch. Never mind. Looks like you’re still running low on power." Wukong huffed, pretending to shake it off. "Fighting you now wouldn’t be fun. Let’s wait till you’re back at full strength. Besides, I only recently broke free from my seal—haven’t fully recovered either." He grinned, his sharp canines flashing. "Once we’re both at our peak, we’ll have a real match. Don’t you dare run, Campione." And with that, Sun Wukong hoisted his golden staff over his shoulder, his laughter echoing as he burst into golden light—vanishing into the sky. Blake simply stood there, watching him go, his fingers tightening slightly. A fight against the Monkey King... Now that would be interesting. --------More Bonus Chapters!!!! Every 200 power stones = Bonus Chapter Give me more Power Stones ------------

Chapter 245: The Destroyed Mythology

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