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The God of Underworld-Chapter 43: The Final Battle(1)
Chapter 43: Chapter 43: The Final Battle(1)
Uranus observed as Hades was swallowed by the storm of destruction he had thrown at him.
It was an attack with the power of a supernova, not even Cronus himself would dare to take it head on.
Uranus knew Hades was strong, but he doubted that he could take that attack and not lose half of his body.
However...
From the ashes of the storm, from the crumbling wreckage of the cosmos itself, Hades emerged.
Unharmed.
A smirk curled his lips, his eyes gleaming with amusement. His jet-black robes swayed, untouched by the destruction that had just raged around him.
"That all you got?" he asked, rolling his shoulders. "I was expecting more from the Primordial Sky."
Uranus observed him, as if stunned by the fact that he was completely unharmed.
But then...
A deep, rumbling laugh filled the void.
Hades merely raised a brow, confused as to why the Primordial of Sky was laughing at this situation.
He was expecting him to let out shouts of disbelief.
Uranus stood above, floating in the firmament, his massive form stretching across the heavens themselves.
His radiant body crackled with celestial energy, the very essence of the sky bending and twisting at his will.
"Hah! You truly are something, Hades," Uranus said, his voice weaving through space like an unbreakable law. "You have my praise. I acknowledged that power, from this moment, you are worthy to stand before the heavens!"
Hades scoffed. His grip on Desmos tightened. "I don’t need your acknowledgment."
Uranus grinned.
Then, he raised his hand, and stars rained from the heavens.
Each one was a world born and dying in an instant, collapsing under its own gravity before reforming into an even more destructive force.
These were not mere celestial bodies.
They were the heart of creation itself, burning with an eternal fire that had given birth to gods and mortals alike.
They fell like divine spears of judgment.
Hades didn’t move.
Instead, shadows stretched.
A chasm of darkness yawned open behind him, vast and endless, a consuming void that swallowed the stars whole.
Not a single explosion followed. Not a single light escaped.
Uranus’ attacks simply ceased to exist.
The Primordial Sky narrowed his eyes.
Hades chuckled. "My domain is the abyss itself, old man. Your stars mean nothing to me."
Then, the air shifted.
"Well, let me test this new power I obtained."
A depressing, and gloomy aura radiated from Hades. It was an aura unlike his control over the underworld, unlike his manipulation of darkness.
It was something far more terrifying.
It was Death.
Or rather, it was certain death.
Uranus’ eyes widened. This power... He knew of this. He had felt this when his sons rebelled against him eons ago!
Hades spun Desmos in his grip. The weapon pulsed, carrying the weight of an absolute law.
"One strike," Hades murmured, "and you lose your immortality."
The words sent a chill through the heavens.
Uranus’ expression darkened.
"Two strikes," Hades continued, his voice calm, deadly, "and you die."
Yes. This is the power that belonged to his son, Iapetus, the Titan of Mortality. A power to turn immortal into mortals. A power to bring death to the undying!
A power that should have died with the Titan.
A power that could kill even a primordial.
Hades vanished.
Uranus barely reacted in time—space folded, and the sky itself twisted around him, shifting his form elsewhere.
A blur of shadows streaked past where he had just been.
Desmos sliced through empty air.
Hades clicked his tongue. He was a breath too slow.
Uranus gritted his teeth. He had faced many opponents in his long existence, but it was only at this moment that he had felt death so close.
Not even when Iapetus, the original owner of that authority, was able to make him feel like this.
If Hades struck him even once, he would no longer be immortal. There would be no chance of revival nor would he be able to heal.
If Hades struck him twice—he would die. Vanish into the void. Never to think. Never to feel.
For Uranus, this was no longer a battle of dominance.
This was a battle for survival! And he will make sure he will be the one to survive!
Uranus clenched his fists.
The sky roared in response.
Galaxies fractured.
Time bent.
The very fabric of existence twisted as the sky god unleashed his full power. The primordial force of the heavens itself surged to his command, seeking to erase Hades before he could land a single hit.
But Hades only smiled.
"Do better than that gramps!" Hades responded, unleashing a beam of darkness that reduces all creation to the void!
The two forces clashed for only mere moments before it exploded, shaking the foundation of the universe!
Hades blinked, and immediately noticed that Uranus seems to have run away.
He smirked.
"You can’t run forever, old man."
And, with a flash of purple light, he vanished.
It only a mere second, and he immediately caught up with Uranus.
A blazing path of destruction tore through the cosmos.
The two gods moved faster than light, streaking across the endless void, leaving annihilation in their wake. Stars exploded. Planets shattered. Galaxies collapsed.
The universe trembled.
Uranus, fleeing to the edge of existence, did not look back.
He had never run from anything before. Never in all his eons had he known fear. And yet, the god behind him—the one who wielded mortality itself as a weapon—was something even he could not fully comprehend.
It was fine if it was just that, but Hades’ powers defies reason. Even without relying on external means, it’s no problem for him to face primordials and come out victorious.
He’s simply a monster!
"For an old man, you sure can run fast!" Hades grinned, not stopping for event a beat as he followed after the primordial of sky.
Shadows stretched across the fabric of reality, consuming everything in their path.
Nebulas, dying suns, entire star systems—they all vanished into the abyss as he passed by them.
Just then, Uranus stopped, having reached the edge of the universe.
Hades also stopped, standing a lightyear away from Uranus.
"You forced me..."
The Primordial Sky roared.
With a single motion, he ripped apart entire galaxy clusters, condensed their mass into violent spheres of energy, and hurled them back at Hades.
A thousand supernovas detonated at once.
Their light bathed the cosmos in fire.
"How weak."
Hades merely raised his hand, and Darkness swallowed the cosmic inferno in its entirety.
There was no explosion. No sound.
Only emptiness.
Uranus’ eyes narrowed.
"Has his understanding over his authority reached to such terrifying degree?"
Hades smirked, seeing the helpless and confused look on Uranus face.
"Darkness is the absence of existence," he said. "Not hard to understand, is it?"
Uranus gritted his teeth. Not hard? Not even the Primordial of Darkness and Shadow, Erebus, mastered that authority as much as you!
"Nothing can escape darkness," Hades continued, "not even light."
Three years ago, Hades’ authority over darkness was completely supressed by Hyperion’s authority over heavenly light.
He couldn’t even exert half of his powers at that time.
So during those three years, he had trained and trained until his authority has become so overwhelming it can swallow all of existence.
"Don’t blink, or you’ll die."
With that, he vanished.
A heartbeat later, he reappeared before Uranus, Desmos in hand. The barbed spear gleamed with absolute finality.
Uranus eyes widened as he twisted his body, barely able to dodge. However, the tip of the spear still grazed his shoulder, and for the first time in eternity, he felt pain.
"That was one strike, be thankful I can’t activate Desmos while making use of my authority."
Uranus jumped back, maintaining a lightyear of distance from Hades.
He must avoid getting struck once again, or he’d surely perish. He must end Hades now or else...!
"Primordial sky, heed my call!"
The entire universe responded to his will.
The heavens themselves bent. The cosmic balance shifted.
Uranus’ form shrank, compressing into something far more dangerous.
His once incomprehensible, celestial body condensed into a humanoid shape, standing at 180cm.
His skin was now obsidian black, like the endless void, adorned with an armor woven from the very fabric of the universe.
Stars and galaxies revolved within it, as if the cosmos itself resided within his body.
This was Uranus at his peak.
A being who was once hailed as the King of Cosmos.
Hades merely grinned. "Now we’re talking..."
He raised his hand.
The Underworld trembled.
The gates of the dead flung open.
A pulse of pure, infernal energy surged through him.
His entire body ignited in black-purple flames.
The power of the Underworld.
A power from the depths where all existence will end up at the end of their time.
The power of the dead. The spirits.
And Hades absorbed them all into his body, causing his appearance to undergo massive change.
His form was now a walking inferno, a being of pure destruction, his very existence a blasphemy against the divine order.
Two gods.
One clad in the endless heavens.
One wreathed in the flames of the abyss.
Their eyes met.
Their auras collided, tearing apart space and time.
Then—
They charged.