[171] Is That Your Best?

Chapter 171: Is That Your Best?

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Seeing their leader defeated and sent flying into the ocean of clouds with a missing arm wasn't enough to persuade the fools who called themselves Heroes. Another one of them attacked me, a sword aiming to dissect me.

"Ultimate Cleave!" the pretty boy swordsman yelled, and I prepared to block it with my forearm but my instincts screamed, alerting me of the danger. I instantly kicked away and teleported.

"Hah." Now that could have been dangerous. It's not the attacker, but the weapon, that sword is powerful. A holy sword with a 'cut everything' type of divinity. "I guess I'll take you out first," I raised a hand, casting another spell.

"Arthur, be careful!" Someone warned the swordsman, which let me know that this was the Arthur Pendragon of this generation.

I held a hand in the air, and twenty-eight magic circles of different shapes and colors spread around the sky. "[High-Time of Christmas Eve]" I shouted, casting the spell, as eerie laughter filled the sky. 

Holographic reindeer came running out of thin air, neighing as smoke came out of their nose, their beastly laughter deafening the area. The hero faction snapped their heads to attack the reindeer, but their attacks just passed through the raindeers—the seven deers opened their mouths and fired snowstorms of ice and fire.

Arthur Pendragon raised his sword to cut the attacks, and I appeared beside him with a knife in my hand, having taken it from my Void Storage, and slammed it into his left ear. It penetrated his brain, he simply fell to the ground, lifeless.

"A-Arthur!" 

"Big brother, NO!"

The Hero Faction yelled in unison, which made me let out a satisfied groan. I looked at them with a sigh, especially at the blonde mage girl who called him 'big brother'. She must be Le Fay Pendragon, then, a mage, and younger sister to Arthur. Poor girl should have stayed in her house.

No matter how strong of a weapon he used, he was a mere human in the end, for all his strength and speed, his defense was pathetic. The seven beams of snowstorm hit the ground and did no damage. Of course, because it was just an illusion.

I touched his sword with my feet, depositing it in my Void Storage, while my head looked around to savor his friends' reactions. "I'll be taking that."

Le Fay Pendragon shouted, "You bastard! Return the Holy King Sword, Caliburn! That belongs to my brother!"

So the sword's called Holy King Sword? Even when I heard of it, it's titled as the strongest Holy Sword in the world. Suits me. "It's mine now."

"No it's not, you fuckin-"

I teleported behind her, held her head, and twisted it the other way.

Her body fell to the floor with a thud, her cute witch hat rolling on the ground for a bit before coming to a stop. I dusted off my hands, "Who is next?"

The shadow of a monkey and a dragon still spiraled above us, as the Hero Faction yelled in unison. Another little girl, adorned in Chinese clothes, fell to her knees and began to cry, while the grown-up members rushed at me. 

Quetzalcoatl was in her dragon form, fighting against Wukong who wasn't holding back anymore. Everyone was busy, nobody could stop me, so I could erase the Hero Faction, but Indra returned with a shout, both his fists glowing with red lightning of destruction. I turned to him with an enraged glare.

"You foolish human, how dare you cause trouble in my Svarga?!"

"Indra, oh Indra!" I growled and decided not to use Mjolnir for this, coating my arms with the power of the Darkest Sun. "TAKE A HINT AND FUCK OFF!"

Our punches connected, and the castle exploded into splinters. Fuck, fine then, I will make an example out of Vedas today if they're begging for it so much.

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"Hmm," the Destroyer watched all of this with a thoughtful look on his face. 

He sat above Mount Kailash and scratched his cheek while his Third Eye observed the fight happening in Mount Meru. The Vedic Heavens were located at the peak of some of the mountains in the Himalayas, although it was on a different dimension, and much grander in area than the Himalayas. Meru was far from Kailash, but he had no trouble keeping an eye on it.

His lovely wife sat behind him on a chair, while running a hand through his hair and massaging his scalp.

"Was Indra always this weak?" he asked, and Parvati shook her head.

"The young man is just powerful. His magic is similar to those Agareas Devils, but a hundredfold dangerous," his wife said. "He seems to be from another world since he is familiar with this Goddess. What will you do?"

The Destroyer rubbed his chin. "I don't want to help Indra, he's a fool indeed. But… that foolish boy is still destroying Mount Meru, when Brahma is residing on a higher layer of dimension right above it. I don't want the old man to get hurt. Still…"

"If you don't wish to go, do you want me to notify Vishnu about this?" Parvati asked gently, and the Destroyer chewed on his lips. "I can also notify some others, I heard that Surya is nearby."

"Fine. But…" he trailed off and turned his head up to look at her, his golden eyes met her dark brown ones. "You also go, as Durga. Indra would listen to you. Put an end to this without killing the young lad, it's not his fault that Indra captured someone dear to him. Break the young lad's limbs if he doesn't cooperate and tries to hurt any more of the Devas there."

Parvati closed her eyes and nodded, "As you wish," and stood up, even as her body transformed, her mundane human body earning four extra pairs of arms.

Goddess Durga looked at her husband, Shiva the Destroyer, one last time before she teleported away to find Vishnu. If there was a rampage to stop, Durga wasn't a good choice to stop it—it would be Vishnu, as the Preserver. 

She's going there to see if the need to massacre arises.

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This place has too many powerful Gods, what the fuck. Serafall cursed in her head as she dodged attacks from the local Devas and counterattacked with her Sitri Magic.

The stronger Devas were busy with Aqua, who handled Indra as well as the others who rushed at him, and the remaining ones were not individually stronger than Serafall. However, this was not an individual battle, she was being ganged upon by a dozen Devas at a time.

Yohtli, the Jaguar, had transformed into a whole black Jaguar already, biting off the heads of Devas multiple at one go. She didn't need help from anybody.

Serafall was having a hard time because she didn't want to kill these Devas, she was only immobilizing them. The entire devil faction would be in trouble if she made an enemy out of Vedas.

However, her own life was a priority too. As she barely dodged a spear, noticing a cut in her cheek, she let out a sigh. "Fuck, fine," she spun her magic staff and glared at the Devas, "Celsius Slash Trigger!"

– Shiingg~

The sound of a cold blade filled the area, and lines of white cuts surfaced in the air, and a moment later, the twelve Devas in front of her splattered into the ground with their bodies severed, their cut coated in ice.

I guess I need to take this more seriously. She sighed and looked at the other Devas, who had paused to take a look at her. What, did they think she was a weakling all this time just because she wasn't fighting back? How insulting.

The Devas rushed at her again, but this time, intending to kill being clear in her head, the battle wasn't an issue. She hadn't become the Satan Leviathan without a level of strength to back it up.

"Aqua, though…" she murmured as she took a look at him, handling Indra with one hand, and Cao Cao with the other. The human spearman had returned from where he was sent flying and now wielded his spear with one hand. Yet Aqua easily managed them, taking zero hits and yet managing to take out the other Hero Faction members who tried their luck on him.

Perseus, the descendant of the Greek Hero Perseus, attacked Aqua with his beam of light that turned people to stone. Aqua deflected it with a slap of his hand, appearing behind him a second later, and shoved a dagger into his heart.

Right, Aqua was too strong. What was that magic he was using?

"Can you afford to be unfocused, Satan?" a voice boomed from above, and Serafall's head snapped to find a brilliant light dropping from the sky. He was rushing down at her, his entire frame covered in the brilliance of the sun. "I shall erase you with my holy light!"

"SHIT!" Serafall's expression twisted in horror. It was Surya, the Sun God of Vedas. Why did he have to be present here?!

Serafall flailed her arms fast, spinning her staff and casting a powerful magic, but she felt stings in her skin just from the holy sunlight the God was letting out.

"Descent of the Brilliant Sun," the God grinned down at her as his shimmering hand punched toward her.

…The Greek Pantheon was considered quite powerful as it had many Gods who were as strong as the Chief God of other pantheons. Especially the Big Three; Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon. Hinduism one-upped them on that, with Twelve Major Gods below the three deities of the Trimurti. Indra was the strongest among the Twelve, and Surya was no weaker than him; both were at the Chief God level.

And since he wielded the power of the sun, he was more dangerous to Serafall than Indra ever could be.

Serafall put out a barrier of ice, a mountain of spikes, but Surya crashed through it like a hot knife through butter. His superheated punch neared her face and Serafall let out a groan, swinging her magic staff like a sword since it was too late to cast a spell.

Ah… I'm going to die. Serafall's world went bright, and she closed her eyes. The best day in my life turned out to be my last day in life. Maou dammit.

A shadow blitzed between them before the clash could happen.

"Vagabond Form Three," a chilly voice said, "Sword That Beheads the Sun." 

The holy sword Caliburn cut through the air, the fabrics of spacetime itself, as Aqua slid to a stop and slowly turned back. He held the holy sword of legends, the Sword in Stone, with ease and watched Surya's terrified eyes glare at him… before his head fell off his neck.

The Vedas' Sun had been beheaded.

The light blinked out of heaven, the area growing dim and filled with silent shock.

Silence, that was broken by a booming laughter, coming from the throne, where the Goddess sat with a grin on her face. "Here I was wondering why you weren't using a sword," she said, "You haven't lost your touch, my child."

"Uwaagh!" Georg yelled, once again letting out the purple mist of Dimension Lost. "We need to flee, this isn't a-"

I waved my sword, and an arc of energy slashed his head off. The two other heroes standing beside him were also taken out with it, leaving the Hero Faction with a low number of four; excluding Vali and Kuroka.

"Let's see, now that I have magic again," I raised a hand at the three dead bodies, my eyes shimmering brightly. "Soul Magic: Tomb Raider."

My Qi leaped out of me in the form of threads, sticking to the three dead bodies, and leaped back out with three little artifacts attached to it. I grabbed them and deposited them in my Void Storage for inspection later on.

"You demon-like bastard!" Cao Cao rushed at me with an enraged shout, his single arm clutching his Longius tight. But Indra stopped him before he could come near me. 

That was surprising, the God Emperor had been the enraged one throughout this all, why was he suddenly acting calm?

I realized the answer a moment later, my head snapping to the side to lock at a man standing kilometers away, on the far side of this island. He held a golden bow in his hand, pulled back, and was about to shoot.

"That must be Arjuna," I said, just as he released the bow. An arrow with the weight of a meteorite, and speed of light, rushed at me from the Demigod. The sunless heaven shone brightly from the energy in the rushing arrow.

I tried to use Time Icon's natural temporal boost to dodge the attack, but I felt a will pressing against it. Indra's Storm Icon was interfering with me. I frowned.

"Gandiva will be your end, foolish Demigod," Indra's voice boomed in my head in this slow world. Gandiva must be some sort of mythical bow and arrow if he's treating it as an ultimate weapon. I watched as the single arrow bloomed like a flower, and cloned itself into a thousand numbers. Each arrow flowed with the power capable of killing Gods like Thor if he's not careful. This was dangerous.

On this side of the battlefield, only Serafall and I stood, so the others were out of the attack's path. We wouldn't survive. I could try to teleport, but Indra was pressing his willpower to close my escape.

"Fools," I raised the Holy King Sword and blitzed. My body turned into a blur, into a shadow, and I appeared in multiple spots at the same time—my Eternal Magic with the Time Icon's help allowed me to make a timeline clone for a second. 

[Eternal Magic: Reflection of the Moonlight]

We held our sword from our waist, making a drawing motion.

Then I drew from the little holy power I received from the three years of my life that I sacrificed to my Goddess.

"Vagabond Form Two," we let out a sigh, "Sword That Beheads the Ocean." 

The bright sky grew brighter as the white blade cut through the air and spacetime. The arrows trembled and exploded into a million pieces, cut so thin that they might just as well have been fine dust.

A thousand arrows fell like a rain of dust as the temporal clones submerged back into me, and I landed on my feet in front of Serafall. "Is that it?"

Silence passed through the crowd, and even the Monkey King and Quetzalcoatl took a long second to look at me. What, is that Gandiva that big of a deal?

"What the…" one of the Devas murmured, and a second later I realized that no, just because I sensed divinity in his veins didn't mean he was a Deva, he wasn't even a Demigod. He barely had any divinity in him. He was a descendant of Heracles and a part of the Hero Faction, if I remember correctly.

I may not have realized it, but only he, Cao Cao, Jeanne, and Zhuge Liang remained from the Hero Faction. I had caught their names from the way they called each other. They used to be thirteen just ten minutes ago, now they're just four. They must be going through a lot of emotional turmoil, not that I cared. 

Vali and Kuroka were still there, yet they didn't engage in any battle. To my surprise, the White Dragon didn't come after me even once. Is he scared? How amusing. 

Kuroka stood in front of Zhuge Liang, who was a little Chinese girl seemingly in middle school, sprawled on the floor with her dress wet. Why did they bring a child here? I guess Kuroka must see her little sister, Koneko, in that girl; that's why she stood intending to keep her safe.

Too bad. It's time I finish this, I'll leave this place barren.

With intention, I blitzed the battlefield, rushing toward my targets.

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