Chapter 1280 A God Dies, A God Rises I

Chapter 1280 A God Dies, A God Rises I

Salesi observed the unfolding confrontation with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. She admired Noah for his biting words, knowing well how deeply they would shake Michael psychologically, potentially weakening him enough for Noah to finish him off.

"Good, Noah, very good," Salesi murmured under her breath, her gaze sharp and calculating.

"That little puppy might not be as naive as we thought." Evil Andreas, watching the scene unfold, commented through their telepathic link with a hint of surprise.

"You can't manipulate someone effectively without sprinkling in some truth, Andreas," Salesi replied telepathically, her voice cool and composed. "What Noah is saying to Ghost holds truth, and that's what makes it so potent."

After hearing Noah, Harriet's heart started to beast faster. The truth in Noah's words was not lost on her. "You both have made mistakes, but killing each other is not the answer!" she shouted. Her voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade, her plea carrying the weight of a mother's desperation.

However, Noah shook his head, the lines of his face hardening into a mask of resolve. His eyes, once filled with the warmth of a son, now held a cold, unyielding determination as they locked onto Michael.

"As long as you are alive, there will always be someone pulling the strings from the shadows," Noah said with a firm tone, void of any warmth. "I need to avenge Alicia and protect others from the chaos you bring. You need to die. It's the only way to end this cycle." said Noah.

"You think I pursued power just for the sake of being more powerful?" Michael finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with a mix of resentment and resignation. "Power was not something I wanted; it was something I needed to survive in this world." Michael said pausing for a moment.

"I didn't have the luxury of being born with a silver spoon in my mouth or a family to guide me. I was branded the Dark Lord, the harbinger of evil, before I even knew how to protest it," he growled, his words laced with bitterness.

Michael rarely justified his actions to anyone. To do so was to show vulnerability, to open up the armored facade he had meticulously constructed over the years. But now, surrounded by the carnage of their conflict, with his brother poised as his executioner, Michael felt a desperate urge to lay bare his motivations, however dark they might be.

Meanwhile, Salesi and Andreas watched from a distance, their faces a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Look at them go! Two fools dancing to our beats," Andreas remarked with a chuckle.

"Indeed," Salesi replied, her eyes glinting with excitement. "This is the culmination of so much planning. Let's hope Noah can finish the job this time,"

Back on the battlefield, Noah twisted his body, dodging the spear's tip by mere inches. He countered with a quick thrust of his own, aiming for Michael's exposed side. But Michael's reflexes were sharp as he sidestepped and brought the spear down in a sweeping motion, trying to catch Noah off-guard.

"No more hiding, no more games, Ghost," Noah growled as he regrouped, preparing for another assault.

"Let's end this, Noah. May the best god win," Michael replied, his voice low and steady, as he readied his spear for the next strike.

As the battle between Michael and Noah escalated with ferocious intensity, Michael wielded the spear crafted from god-killing arrows and demonstrated expert control and lethal precision. Each movement was a masterclass in combat, his attacks a blend of vicious swipes and calculated thrusts aimed at overwhelming Noah.

Noah, for his part, defended valiantly. His sword, wrapped in blazing light, clashed against the dark metal of the spear, sending sparks and bursts of energy rippling through the air. Yet, despite his skill and determination, the sharp tip of Michael's spear managed to graze his arm. At that moment, a loud crack of thunder echoed across the sky, and the observers could see the realm tear above them widening significantly.

High above, amidst their own tumultuous battle, Mugashuku's heads took notice. "Did you see that?" one head remarked, its eyes fixed on the spectacle below. "Whatever they are doing, it's affecting the realm tear."

Another head nodded gravely, its gaze shifting between the battling gods and Vedora. "It seems like a god might indeed die today, and that death could save this world from the abomination we fight," it said, casting a disdainful look at Vedora, who continued to thrash and roar, seemingly oblivious to the conversations about its fate.

As Noah lunged forward, ignoring the searing pain from his earlier wound, he swung his swords with a desperate ferocity, managing to slice through Michael's armor and into his chest. The strike was precise, aimed to incapacitate or perhaps even end the fight. Michael, however, was far from defeated. Reacting swiftly, he momentarily separated the spear into two halves, using the blunt end to strike Noah and create space between them.

With a rapid movement, Michael recombined the spear and thrust the sharpened end at Noah. Noah, anticipating the move, tried to dodge aside. He was not quick enough to avoid the attack completely, and the tip of the spear pierced through his shoulder. As the spear embedded itself, a brief flicker of light radiated around the world, momentarily dimming the daylight. Simultaneously, the ground beneath their feet trembled, a palpable sign of the realm crack above them widening further.

(the next chapter will have a concussion of the fight and a new badass beginning)