At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Chapter 283 Obtaining the Star Cup, Supercluster Level, Beyond the Universe

The collapse of the Elf Corridor did not immediately cause a devastating blow to the planet itself.

All living beings on the planet looked up at the pitch-black sky, the true color of the apocalypse. Red lightning flashed across the dark sky, and the booming sound drowned out all other sounds on the planet.

The collapse of the Elf Corridor drained all the elves of their energy, causing them to die, and their remains cascaded to the ground like a waterfall.

Races accustomed to the falling spirit remains from the sky desperately searched for places to hide, as the spirit remains would not harm them as long as they did not come into contact with their skin. The superior races, however, were not afraid of these spirit remains.

The planet's forests died rapidly under the onslaught of the celestial remains pouring down from the sky; the lush green plants withered and decayed the moment they came into contact with the remains.

Without the Elven Corridor, the races that relied on it lost their ability to use magic. The magical barrier the forest elves used to protect the city disappeared. The forest elves awoke from the despair of the death of the forest god. Their survival instinct led them to hide in buildings. For the first time, they were as helpless as the humans they had once despised.

Rumble rumble rumble—

At this moment, the only sound in the world was the rumbling sound coming from the sky.

The pitch-black sky was torn apart by the powerful energy that ripped open the planet's atmosphere, revealing the universe's true colors. Against the dark backdrop were countless stars and a blinding, eternally burning sun rising from the horizon.

In addition, between the red moon and the planet, there was a blazing vortex that emitted a light even more dazzling than the sun.

A dazzling beam of light pierced through the center of the vortex.

The dazzling beam of light was Altshu holding up his light gun, and the scorching vortex, larger than a planet, was all the energy left after the Elf Corridor was destroyed.

At this moment, all the Skywings dedicated all their power to their creator, and each Skywing regressed from the size of a young girl back to the appearance of a five or six-year-old toddler.

When the power in the Skywing race is excessively depleted, their size will shrink. If their power is completely exhausted, they will face death.

They looked exhausted, but their eyes were full of excitement as they looked up at their Creator, who was displaying his greatest power. If the Creator had not refused to give them all his power, they would all be dead by now.

Perhaps Lord Artesius wanted them to witness this unprecedented and strongest attack.

[Thank you for waiting, my compatriots.]

Artes said excitedly, this was his strongest moment.

He is the embodiment of the strongest concept, but even when he unleashes all his power, he still feels that he is facing death.

He wanted to improve further, to reach the same level as his opponents, but he no longer had the energy to do so.

This feeling of powerlessness fascinated him; it was the feeling of the weak challenging the strong.

[I see, that's the meaning of being the strongest. I understand now.]

Artes looked at Los Saint, whose expression did not change at all because of his current power. His power had increased to a level that surprised even himself, but in his perception, the gap between them had not narrowed, and the distance had not changed in the slightest.

"I have three last words for you, Altshu." Los Saint slowly raised his hand, and the 'Declaration of the Great God' emitted a golden and silver light of rules, indicating that fate had already locked onto Altshu's essence.

"Last words? The battle between gods is a life-or-death struggle, why would there be any last words?" Altshu showed a hint of doubt, then suddenly thought of something and glanced at the 'feathers' behind him.

All the memories from His creation of them to this moment flashed through her mind, and a feeling called 'separation' rose in her heart.

[I... I've understood something again... Zhonglong didn't deceive me, I really understand.]

These feathers were originally weapons He created to fight other gods. He had always thought of using them as weapons, but now He realized that they were not just weapons, but had developed other emotions.

【The God of the Crimson Moon…】Altsch looked at the crimson moon, which seemed very far away, but could be easily destroyed with a single blow.

He once thought that the God of the Red Moon's avoidance of war lacked divine dignity, but now He understands that the God of the Red Moon has feelings for creation that He only now comprehends.

Listen, my feathers, this is my final command to you.

After I'm gone, live well, and don't follow me in death.

The Skywings behind Him were stunned, completely bewildered and unable to comprehend what their god was saying.

These words sound like a dying wish, a final instruction, but their Lord Altshu is stronger than ever before, how could it be a dying wish?

"What? What are you saying?" Azriel asked, looking completely bewildered. "Lord Artshu! What do you mean by that?"

Rumble rumble rumble—

At this moment, the scorching vortex, which was even larger than a planet, had disappeared, and all the energy had turned into a dazzling pillar of light. This light was like a supernova explosion illuminating an entire star system, and the light was even more dazzling than the sun.

【Divine Strike————】

A deep voice came from Artesius's mouth.

The pillar of light, imbued with all His power, transformed into a torrent of light and hurtled towards Los Saint.

The rushing water is like a giant arrow of light capable of piercing through stars, tearing through the universe.

"Even a mid-level God-King can only reach this level after ascending to the throne." Luo Sheng shook his head regretfully. The speed of the light arrow in front of him far exceeded the speed of light, but in his eyes it was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

This attack was indeed very powerful. It could easily destroy thirty Disboard planets lined up side by side, and it could also penetrate three giant planets the size of Jupiter side by side.

Destroying a star, even the smallest one, requires a high-ranking, supreme god-king level.

Altshu's potential is not limited to this; it is at the peak of the High-Ranking God-King realm, and he cannot transcend the 'worldview'.

His essence was born from the Elven Corridor of the planet, so the limit He can reach at this moment is only the limit of the Elven Corridor.

If the Elf Corridor exists not only on planets but anywhere in this universe, then Altshu could reach the limit of power granted to Him by this worldview in just a few breaths.

The strongest within the world's framework.

“The individual’s sins are not great, but he made the worst choice at the worst time, causing the war of the gods to continue for another ten thousand years.” As he spoke, the ‘Declaration of the Great God’ in his hand shone brightly, and he casually threw it forward.

He didn't even recite the liberation maxims from the 'Great God's Declaration' this time.

Aphorisms are only needed when power is fully unleashed; the Great God's declaration now only uses 20% of his power.

It was as if the divine strike, which seemed to come from the sea of ​​light, was torn apart in an instant by the declaration of the great god. Just as water was split in two, the divine strike was cut in two and split in both directions.

In less than 0.0001 seconds, the Great God's Declaration had already separated the Divine Strike from head to toe, and then the spearhead shot straight into Altshu's chest. In another dimension, the essence of the God of War was pierced through by a single blow.

click-

Artesius remained in the motion of unleashing the divine strike until he realized that his divine essence had been pierced, and then he saw that his strongest attack, which had gathered all his power, had been cut in two.

"So strong... This is the real... strongest." Altshu slowly lowered his head. His divine body and divine marrow had been pierced through, and from the point of penetration, countless cracks slowly spread all over his body.

Even the 'Collapse Roar' that Zhonglong could only use once in his life could not leave a crack on his divine body, but now it was like a fragile piece of stone.

puff-

Golden-red divine blood gushed from the cracks in the divine body, sprinkling into the cosmos like rain.

Behind him, the Skywing races still stared wide-eyed, eager to see their Creator crush their opponent with the strongest attack.

But the next moment, the image of Altshu's divine body shattering and divine blood scattering like rain came into their eyes. Their excited expressions slowly turned into disbelief, then fear and panic.

“Ah, Lord Artesius…” Jibril stared blankly at the large hole in their chests, through which they could even see to the other side.

She only saw Lord Artesius unleash a divine attack that left her speechless with shock, and then the divine attack split in two in an instant, followed by a large hole appearing in Lord Artesius's chest, and his divine body shattering.

As for how Lord Artesius was attacked, she saw nothing.

"Lord Artosh!!!"

After regaining their senses, the entire Skywing race screamed in a shrill voice. As the weapons of the God of War, part of their power was connected to their master's divine essence, so they clearly sensed that their master was dying.

They wanted to fly over and protect their master, but having already dedicated 99% of their strength to his strongest attack, they now lacked even the strength to flap their wings and could only struggle and cry out in place.

No need to cry, my feathers, I am happier and more carefree than ever before, hahaha...

Artes' voice, though growing weaker, carried an unprecedented joy.

Remember my final instructions to you: do not follow me in death.

As Altshu's voice weakened to the point of almost disappearing, time froze at that moment. A dimensional portal opened in an instant, swallowing him and sending him to Hell, where he would drift as a malevolent star in the underworld's sky.

Artesius's sins were actually less than those of the God of the Forest and the God of Forging.

"Lord Artosh!! Waaaaaaah—"

Artes' figure vanished from the sight of all the Skywing races, the connection between the gods and their creations was completely severed, and they wept bitterly in despair.

They wanted to commit suicide immediately to follow their master, for their weapons had no meaning without their master. However, their master forbade them to continue following him, and they had to obey his final command.

"Go to hell too." Luo Sheng looked at the Skywing race who were wailing in despair. Their birth was due to the will of the God of War, and although their personal sins were not small, he decided to give them a chance.

In this war that lasted for tens of thousands of years for the seat of the One God, apart from the birth of humankind through self-evolution, no other race was born out of love. Even the God of the Red Moon created races for the sake of war, but His love for His creations awakened relatively early.

A race not created out of love is inherently tragic. As God, He is willing to show mercy and give such a race a chance, rather than condemning them all as sinners.

Absolute good and evil is absolute evil.

"Go, go to hell, cleanse your sins, and then try to understand again what Artesius expects of you," Los Saint said with a smile as he looked at the Skywings who had turned into four or five-year-old girls.

The Angel of Death is a perfect fit for Hell, which happens to be a race that Hell lacks. Hell can't be all demons, can it? That would be too monotonous.

With a casual wave of his hand, Luo Sheng created a dimensional portal in the space where the Skywings were located.

The Skywings were sucked in amidst their wailing cries; they offered no resistance, for at this point they had no will to resist.

hum~

Just then, the Star Cup appeared in front of Los Saint.

It appeared so silently that even he didn't notice the Star Cup's appearance at first.

This is a crystal with a dodecahedron core, covered with countless gear patterns arranged in regular shapes. These patterns are constantly changing, and a golden cup holder holds the crystal in the middle.

An omnipotent power, two levels higher than the omnipotent divine power possessed by this God, slowly emanated from the Star Cup, seemingly celebrating the birth of the One God.

Luo Sheng didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand and reached for the Star Cup. His fingers touched the 'omnipotent light' emanating from the Star Cup. This time, his fingers didn't dissipate; the omnipotent power intimately wrapped around his fingers.

In addition to 'omnipotent power', it also carries a trace of 'source power'.

This dodecahedron is merely the outer shell of the 'omnipotent concept,' enclosing the most core 'cosmic origin.'

Where the origin of the universe lies, a new universe will be born.

"An omnipotent artifact! Now I am truly worthy of the title of God, even in other worlds." Luo Sheng slowly held the Star Cup in his palm and smiled.

The moment I grasped the Star Cup, I sensed just how powerful the Star Cup truly was.

This microcosm was formed from less than 0.1% of the power leaked from the Star Cup. When the power of the Star Cup is fully unleashed, it will shape a universe with a diameter of more than 100 million light-years.

Although a universe spanning 100 million light-years is still considered a microcosm, it contains 3,000 galaxies, reaching the scale of a supercluster.

This cosmic scale is equivalent to the Virgo Supercluster.

The Local Group, centered on the Milky Way and Andromeda Galaxy, spans ten million light-years and contains fifty galaxies.