1051 Death to the Gods I
Pure Aether gushed through his pores, covering his claws and fangs as Michael applied Emperor Qi on them. He kicked the space underneath and transformed into a flash.
The Major Gods and others saw his movements, but the Minor Gods among the Primal Pantheon couldn't follow his moves. Michael separated the Minor and Major Gods via Seer and True Vision. He inspected everyone's reaction to his charge and learned enough about the gods to know whom he could attack and which gods were strong enough to block his attacks.
He'd activated the Death Seals, the Serpent Seals, and the Cursed Seals but had yet to use any Soul Techniques or Soullife Arts. Michael chose to keep them hidden a little longer while getting rid of the Minor Gods. That was exactly what he did. Michael manifested hundreds of Imperial Barriers to block the Major Gods for a second or two as he appeared before one of the Minor Gods. The Divinities of the three God Curses burst out of Michael, shrouding the Minor God and restraining him. Michael's fangs, coated in Pure Aether and Emperor Qi, pierced deep into the Minor God. The fangs cut deep into the Minor God's heart, which was enough for Pure Aether to deal the finishing blow.
The Minor God groaned in pain and went as white as a sheet when Michael twisted the fang in his heart. Michael went one step further as an idea popped up in his mind. He shifted the Pure Aether and transformed the tip of the serpentine fang into a hook. All it took was enough brute force, which Michael possessed, to rip the Minor God's heart out of his chest while he was still alive.
Grotesque sounds reverberated throughout the vicinity, but Michael cared little about them. He shapeshifted the Pure Aether again to remove the heart from the fang and turned around while studying every little move around him. Michael saw an opportunity when a Minor God gathered his Essence to do something. The Essence accumulated in the chest of the Minor God was enough to harm a Major God and thus required his full attention.
Michael slipped behind the Minor God, breaking the god's concentration. He was about to spin around, but it was already too late. Michael's claws pierced through the Minor God's neck. The tips of the claws jut out from the other side, and again, Michael shapeshifted the Pure Aether within the enemy and twisted it.
"Isn't that way too slow?" Michael commented lightly as he ripped the Pure Aether-clad claws out of the Minor God's neck. The Minor God was severely injured, but a few holes in his neck and throat weren't enough to kill him. That's how Michael ended up retracting the fangs and claws, transforming them back to how his hand would have looked if it was only shrouded in the serpent scales.
Maybe the corpses of more than 100 gods – Minor and Major – weren't enough to transform him into an existence overflowing Essences, but it would surely narrow the distance to the Primal!
That was what Michael did. He flashed through the planetary system, his top speed increasing with every second as he got used to the constant, yet subtle, increases in power. He didn't even stop to kill the Minor Gods of the Primal Pantheon. All Michael did was to let his velocity, power, and the Pure Aether Sabers – enhanced and sharpened with Unlimited Enhancement and Emperor Qi – to behead the Minor Gods, cut them in half, and pierce through their hearts.
The Essences of the Minor Gods stirred in a desperate measure to block Michael's assaults but they failed miserably.
Not even a full minute elapsed since Michael started for real when the last Minor God fell victim to Pure Aether.
All that left was the Minor Gods.
They were the next to die.
Only the Primal were left after that!