The blood of the gods falling around Rowan shone with a multi-colored light that made him appear to be in the midst of falling stars.
His body flashed with a golden light and he reappeared in the middle of two gods, sweeping his Axe in broad strokes in a semicircular fashion, he sliced both of them apart through their waist with a single blow, and before both of them could scream, a horizontal slice bisected both of them from their head to their crotch, and the two gods fell apart in eight portions.
In a few short months, Rowan’s battle capabilities had experienced a change that was night and day than his previous methods of just hitting as hard as he could. .
Rowan’s weapon moved like the wind—formless and he struck like lightning—Fast. The weight behind his blows was heavier than a mountain range, he was a walking portent of death and doom.
Rowan had mastered his Berserker Technique to the Origin Stage. A technique that was solely focused on combat, and he had drunk deeply of both Tribulations he had received, enhancing this Technique to a limit that equaled the first Berserker that had ever existed, the Narghal Tyrant, the last of his kind.
He became a prowling wolf, bursting through the ranks of the gods, every movement he made was precisely calculated to deliver the most power, and the trajectory of his blows was almost impossible to follow.
Envy was eerily silent, as the Axe had begun to subtly change since her last transformation. The blade was now broader, and at the bottom part of its blade were new serrated teeth like a saw.
The shaft of Envy was now longer and broader, as new arcane scripts that resembled the merciless slashes of a mad god decorated it. Nothing of this weapon was benign, it was meant for slaughter and nothing else.
Having felled seven gods in less than a second, Rowan’s presence was now fully exposed to the gods and his chance for easily killing them was lost. They began to split apart for they were previously spaced closely to each other, but that was only relative to a god for each were hundreds of feet apart before.
These were gods, not mere mortals, their adaptability and experiences were unmatched. They did not panic at this unexpected scenario, after all, everyone who had just died now did not truly perish, with their experience, a godly battle took at least centuries and sometimes could extend for millions of years, the battle had just begun.
Rowan’s advance was stopped by multiple beams of light raining from the formation above; they descended in circular arcs that left gleaming trails in space, as they burned through Reality into the Underverse below it, where they left shining marks on it that were reflected outside the universe itself.
The beams of light cast by the Formation above descended faster than the speed of light, and in an impossible feat of maneuverability, Rowan dodged them!
He had begun including Astrolabe inside his movement ability, but for now, he could only dodge moves that were static moves like beams of light and not more elaborate techniques, but this was already a drastic increase in his combat power.
Shown by his ability to dodge techniques moving in a straight line no matter how fast they were moving up to an extent.
If he could fully Integrate Astrolabe into his every movement, then Rowan would be an unstoppable God of War.
Some of the gods were not expecting that sort of move to be possible, and Rowan did not give their flustered minds any space to recover, as he took another three heads from the stunned gods, the fourth god targeted rapidly brought his weapon to block, but Rowan sliced through it, and into the body of the god.
The hasty defense gave the god the edge he needed to stay alive as instead of being beheaded, Envy only cut through his shoulders and into his chest before the wound exploded after Envy’s Vibrational force passed through the body of the god.
Yet the god still lived, before he could retreat however, Rowan threw a quick punch that entered through the massive hole in his chest, and he thrust his arm clean through his torso as he grabbed the spine of the god.
The god gave a last horrifying scream as with a strong heave, Rowan pulled out the spine of the god, and at the end of it was the attached head of the dying god, who had to watch the battered remains of his body shattering to pieces and descending towards the earth.
Rowan turned around and vanished, he reappeared as he sliced through another god, while using the spine with the head of the god still attached as a hammer, he distractedly dodged another wave of attack by the Formation as he smashed the head of a female god to pieces using the spine attached with the skull.
“Fuck this! The Formation does not work on this monster, everyone here should use your Divine Abilities!”
A flustered god screamed out and before Shario could yell out for that order to be countered, most of the gods here revealed their Divine Might and the heavens shattered to pieces as colors surprising anything a mortal could ever comprehend flooded all of reality as dozens of gods unleashed their might without restraint.
Rowan grinned at the endless chaos, and with a long battle cry, he vanished, dodging a host of attacks that made reality distort as he shuttled through a myriad of apocalyptic techniques like a slippery fly and reappeared within their number and began to battle them in close range.
Rowan’s physique when burning Eruption was incredibly powerful, and when he paired it with his movements using Astrolabe, he could dance through the chaos like it was nothing.
Divine Blood began to fall from the sky as gods were killed.
Rowan began to laugh more deeply, drunk with battle lust, but deep inside his eyes there was a keen light of expectation, for attached to every wound on the gods he killed were his Berserker Intent.
He had laid the bait, now he was just waiting for the fish to bite.
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