The Omnipotent System

Chapter 202 Destroying The Gods

202 Destroying The Gods

The battlefield was ablaze with chaos, the gods finally realizing the magnitude of the enemies before them. Flames crackled, water surged, and the heavens trembled as divine powers clashed with the unrelenting might of the Horsemen. Adams and his companions hovered above the fray, watching the spectacle with detached amusement, their power suffusing the air like an impenetrable wall.

Hela was the first to strike, her War's Eternal Flame igniting with an explosive burst of energy. The flames roared as if alive, tearing through the divine aura of the God of Fire and engulfing him in an unrelenting inferno. His divine flames faltered, consumed by the chaos-fed blaze that grew stronger with every moment.

"You think fire is your domain?" Hela taunted, her voice cold and mocking. "Let me show you how it's truly wielded."

The God of Fire roared in fury, summoning an enormous conflagration that expanded outward in an attempt to snuff out her flames. But Hela, untouched by the burning heat, walked forward, her blade glowing with a molten red hue.

In one fluid motion, she unleashed Wrath of the Cosmos—a devastating strike that split the battlefield in two, the sheer force of it tearing through the God of Fire's defenses. His divine form cracked, molten energy spilling out as he staggered.

"End him!" Garrick commanded, his Conquest Aura surging as his allies' strength soared.

Eren stepped forward, his scythe glowing with a dark, ominous light. With a single swing, he activated Reality Severance, cleaving through the God of Fire's essence. The god let out a final, anguished scream before his form shattered into a million embers, extinguished forever.

The God of Water and the God of Air, realizing the gravity of their situation, combined their powers in a desperate attempt to overwhelm the Horsemen. A colossal storm formed above, torrents of water spiraling through hurricane-force winds.

"You should have run," Garrick muttered, his bow crackling with energy.

Drawing his string back, he unleashed a barrage of arrows, each one splitting into dozens of ethereal projectiles. The skies were filled with glowing shafts of energy that pierced through the storm, disrupting its formation.

Hela charged through the chaos, her Omni-War Mastery guiding her movements with uncanny precision. She dodged and countered effortlessly, her blade carving through water constructs and wind barriers as if they were nothing.

Eren, in his Abyssal Reaper Form, was untouchable. The storm's fury dissipated around him as he activated Mortality Drain, absorbing the very essence of the gods' attacks and converting it into raw power.

"One down," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

The remaining gods, weakened and desperate, combined their powers in a last-ditch effort to overwhelm the Horsemen. The energy of Time, Life, and Space coalesced into a singular attack that threatened to obliterate the entire battlefield.

Adams watched from above, unimpressed. "Let's end this, shall we?" he said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the chaos.

Eren, Hela, and Garrick nodded in unison. Drawing upon their combined strength, they unleashed a devastating attack that combined their powers.

Eren activated Reality Severance, his scythe cutting through the fabric of existence itself. Hela followed with Wrath of the Cosmos, the destructive force tearing through the gods' defenses. Garrick, riding his mount, released a final arrow imbued with the full power of his Conquest Aura.

The combined attack struck with cataclysmic force, obliterating the gods and their final gambit. The battlefield was left in ruins, the remnants of divine power dissipating into nothingness.

The Aftermath

As the dust settled, the Horsemen stood victorious, their presence commanding and unchallenged.

Adams descended, his smirk replaced with a look of approval. "Well done," he said, clapping his hands slowly.

Hela sheathed her blade, smirking. "Told you it'd be fun."

Eren deactivated his Abyssal Reaper Form, his scythe resting at his side. "They were strong," he admitted. "But not strong enough."

Garrick remained silent, his bow disappearing as he surveyed the battlefield with a calm, calculating gaze.