Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 787

Chapter 787: Ultris’ Killer

Of course, the Neo of the ninth Eon hadn’t been a normal God.

He’d been a Realm Divinity God, a level far beyond what most beings could even imagine.

But he had no memory of how he’d become one.

All he remembered was entering the True Blessed Lands, and everything after that had vanished.

The moment someone left that place, every memory of it disappeared.

Its location, its nature, even the circumstances that led them there.

He knew he had lived there.

He knew he had grown strong.

But not how. He didn’t even remember where or what was True Blessed Lands.

And his Technique Spirit should’ve died when the ninth Eon ended.

Without it, his physical strength shouldn’t have reached anything beyond Stage 6.

Yet here he was with a Stage 8 foundation, something that shouldn’t have been possible.

’Did my Technique Spirit get fused with my body?’ he wondered.

Nothing else made sense.

His new body stabilized and strengthened his existence, and the moment it settled into place, Moraine took advantage of the clarity.

Information pushed into his mind.

It was technique details, instructions, fragments of a method to repair the broken ninth-Eon body.

"That technique will help you heal this form. Now go. And don’t return."

"Moraine—wait." Neo

tried to press the question forward, but the words barely left his mouth.

His body lurched.

The force that pushed him wasn’t anything like before.

Last time Ultris had thrown him, his existence had nearly torn apart, and so he had been ’gentle’.

But now that he possessed a body with far greater tolerance, she didn’t need restraint.

She hurled him with a strength he couldn’t measure.

Space blurred. Darkness and light folded around him.

A moment later, he appeared beside the Hope Elemental World.

Giant golden hands formed around the world, the manifestation of Apollyon’s will.

They reached out, trying to stop him from entering.

Their presence felt ancient, protective, and unyielding.

But the blades of Darkness carved through them without hesitation.

The Horrors followed behind those blades, opening a direct path for Neo.

They didn’t care who or what they cut.

They existed only to obey the Mad Supreme, and right now her intent was fixed on Neo’s survival.

Neo’s body went through the opening.

And then, he entered the Hope Elemental World.

The True Blessed Lands.

...

Outside, the battlefield shifted the moment Neo vanished.

The pressure that had filled the space around him dissipated slightly, but the destruction didn’t slow.

It increased.

Now that Neo was gone, Moraine no longer had any need to wear the mask of kindness,

Talking with him used all the sanity she had ’saved’ after billions of years.

What now remained was her true state.

Insanity given form.

The Mad Supreme wasn’t like Apollyon. Or Neo. Or Ouroboros. Or Hades.

She was neither kind, or did she care about others.

She cared for one thing only.

And the instinctive rage triggered by Neo’s damaged state pushed her over the edge.

She tore through universes without hesitation.

Her power surged outward, and the universes caught in her radius collapsed.

Beings screamed as their worlds broke apart.

Universes folded.

Space twisted until it was no longer recognizable.

Everything caught in the blast was shredded.

Each Conqueror who had dared to attack Neo paid a similar price.

Their Worlds shattered. Their universes fragmented.

Moraine didn’t bother to differentiate between the innocent or guilty.

They had touched Neo.

That was enough.

It was cruel. Neo would hate her for that.

But she continued.

The battlefield turned chaotic again.

Eternals and Conquerors tried to contain her.

Darkness Supreme collided with the Horrors she’d brought, then separated and fused repeatedly as if her madness couldn’t decide which path to take.

The Eternals did everything they could to hold the line, but it was like trying to stop a tidal wave by hand.

While this happened, Veydran stepped beside Apollyon.

"What are you planning to do now?" Veydran asked.

He looked at the collapsing universes ahead of them, his expression tight.

Others were still fighting with Darkness Supreme and the Horrors along with Eternals.

But Apollyon and Veydran had withdrawn just now.

They knew that saving any other universe than the ones they did already was impossible.

Those universes were caught in Mad Supreme’s radius.

Apollyon didn’t answer immediately.

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