Chapter 1379 True Gods [2]

Chapter 1379 True Gods [2]

It was an instinctual thought.

Damien suddenly felt like that place wasn't far away from him. He definitely didn't have the pure qualifications to go there, but he thought he could do it anyway.

He just had to make the eyes of reality his own.

If his current perceptive ability became the norm, and he was given the time to assimilate with the mana, that plane would be at his mercy.

He was confident.

But not now. Now, he only had the ability to see it and understand its nature.

Heavenly God Plane.

That was its name.

The Heavenly God Plane was something like an alternate reality. It only existed for Godly combat and couldn't be visited on any other occasion. It barely even existed in the first place, instead being like a reflection of reality.

Damien began to understand why Gods were so high above everyone as he explored it with his eyes.

They would automatically gain access to this place when their Divinity strengthened to a certain point. After that, if they even wanted to express their power against another God, they had to come here.

It wasn't necessarily a restriction. True Gods could show their power as they wanted and fight in the Heavenly World if they pleased, but because of how mana reacted to their very presence, it was difficult to do so.

Even if they didn't actively will it, all the mana in the surrounding few tens of millions of kilometers would be beckoned by their existence and become part of any attack they used.

In that situation, not just their targets, but millions or more innocent lives would be involved in their disputes.

There were few Gods that didn't care about the common people, and even fewer who held an utter disregard for the environment itself.

Therefore, they fought in the Heavenly God Plane.

Did they have a reason not to?

Even for the crueler Gods, the chance to show the absolute best of their ability and crush their opponent in every single way, something the Heavenly God Plane gave them, wasn't a chance they would give up just for the sake of showing their power to common mortals.

However, that wasn't to say that all battles between Gods took place in the Heavenly God Plane.

If two Gods of equal power fought hard enough for the Heavenly God Plane to stop accommodating them, if that battle was forced into the real world...

Situations like those were what allowed those beneath them to find a reason to worship Gods.

Situations like those were the source of myths and legends.

This wasn't time for him to hold back.

He moved away from the Veritas Gods and approached behind the two from the Straea Clan.

As he felt earlier, the surrounding mana was far more chaotic and destructive than anything on the other side, but this was better for him.

Contrary to what the enemy would expect, this kind of mana only enhanced his force.

He crept up behind the two Gods and picked his target.

'That one seems to be causing the most trouble.'

The two were a man and a woman. Of them, the man was the stronger-looking one, but from what Damien saw in the Heavenly God Plane, the woman was the one contributing most to the battle.

'Then...'

He was directly behind her, but she couldn't sense him.

Was it because her mind was in a separate plane, or was his concealment just that good?

It was likely a combination of both, but Damien didn't spend much time thinking about it.

He raised his arms and hovered his hands beside both sides of her head.

He gathered Void Energy in his palms and transmuted it as he wanted.

Destruction, Death, and Lightning. Those were the three laws he infused along with the Authority of Existence that governed them all.

The black force that arced across his fingers was the epitome of chaos. It was a combination of all the most destructive forces in his arsenal, an attack only possible for him now that he'd become equipped with his power as a Demigod.

He flexed his fingers and took a deep breath.

His power coalesced.

It became harder to conceal his mana from the world.

The God he was targeting noticed his presence.

But he was already moving.

He slammed his hands sideways, crushing her head between them.

And once he made contact, he let loose all the force he gathered.

The result...

The result was something magisterial.