Chapter 89 - Godslayer

After the dust settled, ten of Hela's generals and I arrived at the scene of the explosion. The entire field was filled with corpsed, blood, and body parts, and the stench of blood was heavily present in the air.

"Kill everything that moves; Ragnar and I are going to finish Vidal."

I said to them, as I was something like an unofficial leader.

As I went with Ragnar to the center of the explosion, we have killed a few surviving Royal Guards and Valkyries that were barely alive as they were rolling on the ground, bleeding and slowly dying due to their injuries.

"Ohh? Lesser God of Weak Rank."

I muttered as I looked at the golden-clad man who was still alive but unconscious. Lesser Divinity Stage was divided into two sub-stages. Feeble Rank and Weak Rank.

Take out my Scythe Rosenkreutz, with one slash, I severed head of the unconscious god, and cast spell, as I tore out his Divine Spark out his body. His soul attempted to escape, but alas, as he was weaker than me, I caught his soul and destroyed it with a special spell.

Ragnar was doing the same thing as me, though more brutally, as he was crushing skulls of warriors that survived my trap with his enormous Warhammer.

After half an hour, I have gathered around 12 Divine Sparks; all of them were of Lesser Gods of Weak Ranks, which was pretty good loot. As Lesser Gods were essentially on the same stage as me, I could kill them permanently by crushing their souls.

Of course, I couldn't do that with Intermediate Gods; that thing was impossible.

As we were killing all survivors, mostly those strongest ones, as the rest of the Generals were focusing on finishing off ordinary members of the Royal Guards and Valkyries, I finally found Vidal.

He truly lived to his fame as Pinnacle Intermediate Divinity Stage God. While he was severely wounded, he was still able to stand on his two legs and even fight as he charged at Ragnar and me the moment he saw us slaughtering unconscious Royal Guards and Valkyries.

'His physical strength is surely terrifying. I could see as he is visibly healing.'

I thought in my head as I spread my wings and flew away from enraged Vidal, as Ragnar took him head-on. With few spells to strengthen Vidal's defenses and strength, he was able to hold off raging Vidal.

As I created distance between us, I started casting countless Tactical-Class spells as I started showering Vidal with spells, causing him additional injuries. But alas, that was still not enough, as to really kill Vidal would take more, so I decided to go all out and use my strongest attack.

Strategic-Tier Spell, Dimensional Slash.

I started creating a spell matrix in my head, and soon after it was completed, I released it at the Vidal. As Vidal was engaged in a fight with Ragnar, he didn't have enough time to complete as it severed his left hand.

Injuries on the Vidal's body were worsening with every spell that hit his body, and I could see with my b.a.r.e eyes that his energy was slowly diminishing.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, several pitch-black swords appeared and pierced through Vidal's legs, causing him to fall on the ground, as Ragnar took his chance to use all of his power and crushed Vidal's right hand into a bloody mess of disordered flesh with his war hammer.

Apparently, Hela was hiding in the dark and waiting for her time to strike, like a ruthless predator she was.

While at the same time, I coated my scythe with the power of Dark Light and Devour at the same time and suck it directly at Vidal's heart, piercing his heart, causing him to shout from pain as his heart was being destroyed.

I stretched my right hand, and pierced it through the wound on the heart, and brutally tore out his Divine Spark as Vidal lifelessly fell onto the ground.

I could see that his soul was too strong for me to destroy, and it was s.u.c.k.e.d up back to Asgard. Apparently, Odin has used a bit of his power to save his favorite servant. It was clear that he has lost this time, as Hela could leave, Royal Guards Division and Valkyrie Battalion were slaughtered, together with twelve Lesser Gods of Weak Rank, and even Vidal was basically killed, only his divine soul remaining.

He would either could choose to reincarnate as mortal and start anew or spent countless millennia to recuperate.

"We won!"

I screamed as blood dropped from my mouth in happiness.

"F.u.c.k, you are right, batling! We won! To hell!"

Laughed Ragnar in delight.

I achieved something not heard of for the last thousand years in Draconic Deus. As an Ultimate-Class, I killed pinnacle Intermediate God with millennia of combat experiences.

I stored corpses of all Gods and Divine Spark as I would have use for them.

The most priceless thing from god is his Divine Spark. The second one was, of course, body itself, as it was a peerless treasure, often used to make medicines or various things raging from magic materials to weapons.