Chapter 765 764. A Provocaton

Chapter 765 764. A Provocaton

Sylvester moved from his place and appeared where he sensed Felix to be. It was at the northernmost point of the planet, right at the pole. It was scorching hot, with fields of lava and little to no land.

Standing alone in front of a demonic entity, even by the world's standard, Felix raised his blade. He looked bloodied, battered, and seriously malnourished from the appearance of his frame. Around him also lay the defeated bodies of the four Supreme Commanders.

"Who is he?" Sylvester questioned, appearing with his arms spread wide as if he was holding onto something. Standing on the surface not far behind Felix.

Felix rubbed the corner of his lips with his free hand, clearing the trailing drop of blood. "That's the Grand Prince. He made a deal with some 'god' and received all these powers. But he paid the price with his sanity."

Sylvester had never seen the Grand Prince before, but from the looks of the creature before him, he knew the man was gone by now—rotten-bodied, nine foot in height, gruesomely muscular with no skin on its deep gray body. Red veins bulging everywhere, no eyes, and its entire body covered with teeth. Even calling it a Bloodling felt shameful to the name of Bloodlings.

"Need help?" Sylvester asked, holding the planet from splitting apart from the forces of the Black Hole. The Demon-kind were still in the midst of getting transported. "I can simply erase him from existence."

Felix's head turned in surprise, "He's likely stronger than a Supreme Wizard."

"And?"

Felix looked back at the demonic creature, and let out a deep sigh, "Fuck! How strong did you grow this time? And why are you calling me over for a hug?"

"Hug?" Sylvester looked down and realized the misunderstanding. "Buddy, I'm holding the fabric of this reality with my palms."

"..."

Felix waited for Sylvester to laugh and say it was a joke. But nothing came, and he let out an even bigger sigh. His injured shoulders fell in weariness, his sword finding its way into the scabbard on his back. "Are you really Sylvester?"

"I think so," Sylvester responded, and looked at the Demon slowly getting enraged, preparing some attack. "What are you doing here? Why did you jump into the portal? You missed the birth of your daughters."

Felix smiled broadly like a fool, "You met them?"

"Met them, blessed them, and spoiled them a bit." Sylvester fondly remembered, "They're as beautiful as Bella, and as strong as you. Good luck getting all your hair pulled out by their claws."

Felix giggled even more, "Now I can't wait to have a son—a good, strong boy to protect his big sisters. But I'll have to calm Bella down first. I had no choice, Max. That Oracle somehow spoke to my mind and pleaded that I come and help this world. She said you and the Demon Empress were missing, and the Supreme Commanders were losing."

'A plot to lure me away in Felix's pursuit?' Sylvester wondered and glanced at the Grand Prince turned mutated Demon. As he burned the man with his simple gaze, the Grand Prince's tall, demonic body turned into ashes. 'I can't put this battle on hold anymore.'

"I'm sending all the demons from this world to our world, Felix. The Primordial Gods have begun to personally take action, and I can't save both worlds at the same time. So you have to return home and help Gab deal with this mess," Sylvester said, his tone carrying a great deal of emotions, something he rarely let leaked out. His arms came down as well, and right then, the earth started to shake.

Felix balanced himself on his feet and looked at Sylvester's face. "What are you going to do?"

"Since they won't stop, I can only try and turn this realm into their graveyard."

"Need any help?" Felix asked.

Sylvester nodded and walked over to him. Miraj, having received all the strict orders, jumped from his shoulder to Felix's. After that, Sylvester raised his palm towards Felix's chest, and closed his eyes for a second to recheck and ensure the dying planet was empty.

Crack!

"Yes, you can help." A glass-like crack appeared in the air behind Felix, and in his confusion, Sylvester slammed his palm on Felix's chest, throwing his good friend into the portal. "Tell Mum... I'll be home."

"He's going to fight the big bad Gods and defeat them. I know he can beat them. He always does," Miraj said, sounding like he was giving himself some reassurance. "He always wins no matter what."

Thud!

Felix knelt down at that, tired and frustrated. "This isn't how it was supposed to go. No matter how strong I get, I can never get closer to his side."

Pat!

Miraj came flying and landed on Felix's shoulder before patting his black-haired head, "Don't worry, Fe-Fe. Nobody can stand beside him. He's very strong now."

"I know that." Felix sighed. "I can't face Mother Xavia like this."

Miraj didn't say anything at that since he shared the sentiments.

...

Crack!

"Why aren't you joining?!" Empress Zenith stood at the crossing of the portal and looked at Sylvester behind her. "You're not strong enough to go against them yet."

Sylvester shook his head, sending off the woman as the very last. "It's not something I can decide anymore, Zenith. They wish to destroy this world and me now, and I can't stop them."

Zenith sighed and fully crossed the portal while keeping her gaze behind herself, looking through the gradually closing portal. "What if you lose even after all this?"

"Losing means the death of all. I can't afford that," Sylvester replied and fully closed off the glass-like portal.

At last, he stood alone completely. The planet melted away, and the Black Hole simply became a decorative thing in his gaze. It couldn't harm him, nor could it pull him in.

He had no idea how to approach the Primordial Gods. So he openly called them forth.

"Come out, Aveda! Ashraska!" Sylvester roared, "Is this not enough humiliation? How much longer will you be cowards in the shadows?"

'Will they take the bait?'

Sylvester continued to berate them. "Couldn't even deal with a mere mortal like me. I now wonder if you're truly the overlords of all existence."

Nothing happened, making Sylvester feel a little panicked.

'Wait! Can they really not see me?' Just then, Sylvester realized that he was wearing the artifacts. 'Am I truly invisible?'

Seeing no reason, a plot arose in his mind. But for that, he needed knowledge that was forbidden and still eluded him.

'If I can reach into where they live, will I remain invisible?'

A perfect means of attack? Or a false hope?

Sylvester chose to gamble on the odds.