Chapter 588 The Death of Asgard : Part VI

Chapter 588 The Death of Asgard : Part VI

It is so easy to lose track of time when one is immersed within a particular task.

Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, and days turn into night; all seamlessly without breaking one's focus.

All that you can do is concentrate with machine-like patience while performing the task in front of you to the very best of your ability.

This is exactly what Abaddon was going through now.

He had no idea how long he had been burning through the army of einherjar for.

Hours...? No, it was probably days.

There was truly no end to the army in sight.

Going against every warrior soul whom had ever rested inside Valhalla was an unthinkable feat to try to pull off.

If Abaddon were still an unbound amalgamations of concepts with limitless energy, he could fight this battle until he was blue in the face.

But with more than 70% of his power residing back home, he was actually starting to feel tired.

And not the usual mental tired that comes naturally when you have ten wives and ten kids.

This was physical exhaustion that he hadn't felt in... gods know how long.

But even though his muscles had begun to scream at him to rest, he ignored his body.

This decision of his did not come from hubris or even a sense of arrogance, but instead a feeling of necessity.

If he did not do this, then who?

If not now, when?

All eight of the dragons that made up Abaddon suddenly took a break from spewing this odd black fire of his and turned their bodies in similar directions.

Once all of their snouts were facing each other, the dragons opened their mouths wide and focused the blasts towards one single point in the sky.

The beams merged upon intersecting; and formed a small burning sun within the sky.

Once the mass of flame reached an optimal size, it even developed it's own gravitational pull.

The sun began attracting einherjar in droves; pulling them in against their will and immersing them in the unsightly flame.

As those who were the closest burned up immediately and were erased without a second thought, the sun suddenly compacted before blowing apart in an apocalyptic explosion.

An uncountable number of flaming black arrows rained down on the army in a widespread formation.

As the soldiers were impaled, they let out excruciating howls of pain while their bodies literally began disintegrating before the naked eye.

Even though their companions were looking at them seconds ago, and had several lifetimes with of memories of drinking and making merry within the halls of Valhalla; a single blink was all that it took before they were forgotten for good.

'Alright... I should change the pace now.'

Suddenly, Abaddon reformed him selves until he was back in his normal weakened appearance.

Letting himself fall through the air of his on volition, he held out his hands and created an assortment of throwing knives in each hand.

With expert precision, he hurled them through the air and struck the einherjar dead center as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Moving so quickly that his hands were impossible to follow, he would repeat this action a total of exactly 212 times before he finally landed back-first into a pile of red snow.

Sighing, he took a moment to think about next steps for the first time in 5 days.

After all of is work, the army seemed not to have gotten any smaller.

Billions of new souls were now resting inside of his oblivion, and he had absolutely nothing significant to show for it.

Time slowed down for him as he lay in the snow, and he sped up his thinking capabilities to come up with some sort of new direction of attack.

And unsurprisingly, it didnt take him very long to come up with one.

'I wonder... If I destroy Valhalla itself, what will happen all of you?'

With a new plan in mind, Abaddon hopped back onto his feet and created two large black axes to hold in each hand.

'Now... Let's open up a pat-'

*Humm!*

You were given a chance to stave off my coming, but you spat when I offered you my hand.

And now, your foolish crusade against the inevitable has brought you before me all the sooner; accomplishing nothing of circumstance and hastening your erasure all the sooner.

I offer no more chances for peace. Today, all who stand in Asgard will join the forgotten. As I vow it, so it shall be."

Abaddon rose back to his feet after a quick rest and all of the gods in attendance stepped back a single time.

Though he was missing so much of his power, the second activation of the sin of pride had given him a physically imposing aura that could at least mimic his full might; even if it was not exact.

He lifted his axes onto his shoulders and started to charge forward and begin the massacre.

"No... I don't think it will."

Poseidon suddenly stepped forward; gold trident in one hand and five glowing spheres within the other.

Abaddon didn't have to ask what they were, and his eyes burned red to indicate the fact that he was not happy.

"They say that the source of all dragons cares for each of the dovah as if they are his own. Flesh of your flesh and blood of your blood, am I correct?

Then surely you would not want the souls of your own blood relatives to lose their chance at an afterlife, would you?"

Abaddon recalled two people in that moment.

The first was his grandfather, Helios.

He was a cranky old man with whom Abaddon didn't always see eye to eye with, but there was one thing that they were in complete agreement over.

Both of them would rather die than be used as some bargaining chip by an unworthy enemy.

The second person he recalled was Demeter.

Abaddon could not give her the type of love that she wanted, but he truly did love her immensely.

Recalling the story between herself and Poseidon that she had painfully confessed to him, Abaddon's anger broke a new threshold.

"You... You die first..!"

After five days of fighting ceaselessly, Abaddon finally had recovered just a bit of magic.

It was barely anything, but it was enough for him to cast atleast one spell.

And he just so happened to have the perfect one in mind given the present situation.

Abaddon could have certainly tried to fight all of these gods by himself, but he just didn't believe it to be smart given the amount of planning that went into this ambush.

No doubt they had a surprise hidden and waiting for him.

So he needed help.

But Abaddon was extremely particular, so he could think of only one person that would do.

The sky overhead and the ground beneath his feet turned irredeemably dark; like looking into the furthest depths of a cave with your eyes shut.

A very familiar giant wooden door appeared directly beside Abaddon and swung open at his behest.

A man whom almost nobody recognized stepped through.

He was a large man at a full 6'7, but still falling underneath the 7' Abaddon.

His body was impossibly muscular and powerful, and his tanned skin was lined with an even mixture of dark red demonic tattoos and old wounds.

Two large demonic horns curled out of his head of fiery orange hair, and a short but nimble tail swung behind his back.

The stranger inhaled deeply, and he opened his bright yellow eyes to take in the glorious and soon to be bloody scene around him.

"This..."

Abaddon smirked.

"I'm aware that there is a bit of catching up to do, but for right now that will have to wait. I hope soul destruction has not hampered your lust for battle, Uncle."

Satan, The First Sin of Wrath, smiled like a wild beast at the sight of so much prey standing around in front of him.

He held his hands out to the sky; almost in a prayer-like gesture, and voiced his exhilaration loud for all to hear.

"What a glorious day... WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!!"