Chapter 422-God of Darkness, Azrael
Dave sat in a chair, gazing at the gate that was stabilizing with each passing minute.
He held a cup of tea in his hand, seemingly relishing his free time.
To an outside observer, this scene might appear as if he were on vacation, but the surroundings were desolate, and only Dave was present.
The residents of the royal clan had been transported to the backup domain, along with their heritages and sacred grounds.
Dave was now able to unleash his powers without restraint, fully prepared to face the dark god.
Estimating that the dark god would descend in approximately five minutes, Dave had informed the emperor of the royal clan not to disturb his battle, threatening to eliminate anyone who dared interrupt him.
He had readied himself for the confrontation, confident in his ability to ensure his safety even if he couldn’t vanquish the dark god.
…
Five minutes later, the gate emitted a radiant glow, gradually taking on a form of about five meters in height.
The figure resembled a human, with a towering and muscular build, short black hair, and deep, dark eyes.
Tattoos adorned his chin, and his body was bare due to his recent revival.
As he materialized, a cry from the immortal plane resounded across the entire realm, conveying its pain and suffering.
An explosive boom followed, accompanied by the appearance of multiple black holes and space fissures that swiftly consumed nearby worlds.
The immortal plane’s will was harmed due to the forceful descent of the Dark God.
“Hmm, I’ve finally returned. That Assassin King almost managed to annihilate me, were it not for my use of a forbidden technique to escape my soul’s destruction.”
“I have only a day, so it’s time to absorb the inhabitants of this place, like the insects they are.”
Checking his physical form, Azrael, the Dark God, was satisfied that he could now tangibly feel his body, a far cry from when he was a wandering soul.
His attention then shifted to a handsome young man seated in a chair, leisurely sipping tea and observing him as though he were some creature.
“Who are you? Are you a member of the Dark Cult?”
“How dare you not kneel before this god?”
Azrael, the Dark God, assumed that the man before him was one of his worshippers.
With a smile, Dave stood and approached Azrael, scanning his form.
“Hmm, I had expected a god to have a more imposing presence, but your ‘jewels’ are quite small,”
Dave jeered, causing Azrael to suddenly realize his own nakedness.
Hastily, he covered himself with black armor and cast a dangerous glare at Dave.
“Hmm, you dare defy me, insignificant ant? Prepare to meet your end.”
Azrael pointed his finger at Dave, releasing a surge of black energy aimed at Dave’s forehead, an attempt to obliterate him in one fell swoop.
Dave’s smile only widened as he raised his hand to shield against the attack.
Boom!
Dave’s hand absorbed the dark energy, holding it as if it were a mere plaything.
“Hmm, that was an interesting attack,” Dave mused, his grin unyielding as he then opened his mouth and consumed the energy.
“Delicious”
Dave burst into laughter, relishing the sensation of consuming energy—made possible by his sin of gluttony.
“Hmm, so you’re a follower of Beelzebub? But do you truly believe you can disrespect me, even if you are his underling?”
Azrael’s eyes glinted as a formidable pressure emanated from him.
“A god is not someone for a mere ant to be so casually disrespected.”
The pressure bore down on Dave, but he remained unfazed, his smile unwavering.
With a casual flick of his fingers, he invoked his <Law of Space> and <Infinite Void>, causing the pressure to be devoured by the very fabric of space.
Dave stood undisturbed, unaffected by the overwhelming force.
“Hey, aren’t you the Dark God? Why do you seem so weak?”
Dave’s skepticism regarding Azrael’s power grew.
Azrael’s eyes narrowed as he observed the manipulation of space around Dave.
He realized that Dave had complete control over space, making it difficult to corner him.
“Hmm, I possess only half of my powers at the moment, as the Heaven granted the other portion to a newly ascended god. But rest assured, my current strength suffices to end your life.”
“I also intend to exterminate all inhabitants of this plane before its will can recover.”
Dave’s expression shifted from surprise to determination. A radiant golden light enveloped him.
“Hmph, as a human and a denizen of this realm, how could I stand by while an evildoer lays waste to my home and slaughters its people?”
“I, Dave Alexander, am prepared to lay down my life to stop your dangerous scheme, even if you are a god.”
“How can we humans back down?”
Dave adopted a majestic and heroic air, as if he were shouldering the fate of humanity.
Azrael found himself taken aback, uncertain about the reason for Dave’s dramatic words.
Dave turned his gaze toward the void, where a small dragon named Draco appeared, holding a camera in his paws.
“Did you capture that?”
Dave inquired, to which Draco nodded, offering a thumbs-up before vanishing back into the void.
Dave’s heroic facade transformed into a more sinister countenance, like a demon ready to unleash chaos.
“Hehe, now that the act is over, let’s begin.”
Utilizing his mastery over the law of space, Dave projected his heroic speech to numerous locations, allowing many to hear his words before the video was cut off.
The act earned him admiration and fans, though he was uncertain whether he could emerge victorious against such a formidable enemy.
Despite the video being cut, it earned Dave a considerable number of sin points simply for his braveness.
…
Boom!
Dave and Azrael clashed, their attacks colliding in a series of explosive blows.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Dave’s agility allowed him to deftly evade Azrael’s strikes, leaving the latter baffled by Dave’s unusual prowess, considering his lower power level.
Azrael managed to blast Dave, obliterating his fist in the process.
“Hmm, your human physique is quite remarkable. How can you contend with a god’s body?”
Azrael taunted, launching an attack at Dave.
Boom!
With a smile, Dave conjured a pocket of space before him, causing Azrael’s own attack to ricochet back toward him.
Azrael was caught off-guard, unable to dodge in time due to the distortion of time itself.
Azrael was momentarily paralyzed, but as an embodiment of darkness, he remained unharmed.
Dave’s grin persisted as his law of life swiftly healed his injuries, restoring him to his peak condition.
“Hmm, so you possess the law of life, huh?” Azrael noted.
“And your command of space and time has reached its zenith. Impressive for a human like you.”
“But how will these abilities fare against my absolute darkness?”