Chapter 1061 Over

Chapter 1061 Over

"He is...dead..." Loki yelled out in shock.

As the God of Trickery, Loki was better than anyone at telling whether someone faked their death. But he wasn't the only one who could tell. Everyone watching the battle, all Rebels, saw what unfolded before them.

Primal Xerx had split his body into 10 Doppelgangers to attack the Rebels and break the Weave Seal. That had been a smart move, but it was only a trick, a feint to push Michael into believing he could kill multiple Doppelgangers before the Weave Seal would shatter. However, all Michael achieved was to fall into a trap. He might have killed one of the Doppelgangers, devouring and corroding the 10th Doppelganger's Essence, crippling Primal Xerx forever, but the Primal didn't care. He'd conjured hundreds of Essence Swords made from highly compressed Essence, which was also strong enough to easily cut through the fabric of space and reality, and pierced Michael with all of them.

The Rebels noticed something odd about the planetary system when Michael killed the 10th Doppelganger. They realized the 10th Doppelganger had unleashed every bit of Essence stored within him to seal this place temporarily. But he didn't do that in a simple manner. No. The 10th Doppelganger unleashed his Essence to augment the Weave Seal, upgrading it for a few seconds. That way, nobody could use any kind of spatial power to slip away when the encirclement of hundreds of Essence Swords pierced through Michael.

His scream reverberated in the Rebels' ears. They couldn't quite believe what had happened, but the explosion of the Essence Swords sealed the deal. Their hopes of Michael regenerating from getting pierced by hundreds of Essence Swords dispersed in all directions.

Everything they had worked for...all the sacrifices they'd made...everything was for naught.

The Weave Seal trembled and lost stability as the first Rebels responded to Michael's death with fear and despair. Too many good people, gods, and even existences that lived as long as the Primal had sacrificed themselves for the greater good of the universe. They were certain Michael would emerge victorious.

Loki's eyes trailed to his children. The halos of his children were still there, and so was the Essence stored within them. Still, Loki couldn't help himself. A tear welled up in his eyes as he thought of the three children who died with Michael, thinking Michael was the perfect candidate to fight and best the Primal...and Sleipnir, who had sacrificed the life and goals he had pursued to fight and stall one of the Primal.

Maybe Sleipnir was not yet dead, but Loki was unsure if his son would survive the fight with a Primal. "Is that it?" One of the Rebels asked, her voice trembling as she stared at Michael's remnants. Tears poured down her cheeks. They had given everything for the last few years to devise this plan and prepare for every possible outcome. Michael was supposed to be ready for this. He had been strong enough. Everyone saw it. Everything witnessed the greatness of his power.

However, before the Rebels could exclaim in excitement, the Major Gods fighting the Doppelgangers charged Primal Xerx again.

Beelzebub shattered the Essence Spear in his chest and devoured it via Gluttony before moving onward by joining the other Major Gods. They had to fight him together if they wanted to deal with the Primal.

He tried consuming Essences and Pure Aether left behind by the destroyed Soul Wraiths but couldn't sense it again. Something prevented him from perceiving Michael's Pure Aether.

Beelzebub was about to reach his allies when Prima Xerx unleashed a fury of Essence Spears and highly compressed Essence Swords. His Essence was quickly drained, but the three Major Gods next to Beelzebub didn't like what was happening to the Primal's Essence. They were pierced and impaled even before they could fully gather their full power.

Primal Xerx breathed heavily but it was only a matter of seconds before everything would be over. Only a few more attacks and his enemies were dead. The Weave Seal would break, and the motherly embrace of the weave would embrace him. The Primal looked forward to it while tearing through the Major Gods around him.

Loki and the others watch the scenery unfolding before them with fear in their eyes. They had to maintain the Weave Seal and couldn't join the fight. If they could...maybe the Primal would die soon.

But not even a single Rebel could leave the formation, or the Weave Seal would break.

It was over.

They lost.

Everything was for naught.