The Making Of The Dark God

After both parties flew through space, the one closer were the other 6 Existential Sixth Step organizations. The Heraxle Clan had to hurry if they wanted to catch up and stop them before they could get to the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory core. Fortunately, seemingly knowing the Heraxle would also move out for this matter, they reunited beforehand and joined forces before shooting through the ghost space between their Universal Land to the Universitalities of Yore Universal Land.

When these met each other near the Collariverse Star Universe, the coalition of 6 stopped and waited for the Heraxle Clan to begin. Both sides brought their Fleets to meet each other. However, they didn’t send all of their forces. If they had, this wouldn’t have just stopped, and firepower would’ve been exchanged already.

WHOOOSH… Coming out of a Heraxle Clan Carrier, a few people showed themselves before their spaceships and looked at the coalition with slightly alarmed, worried expressions. No beings were related to this situation, which was an opportune thing.

“…” The coalition’s people also flew out of their spaceships. They took a waiting stance, unhurried, and looked at the Heraxle Clan’s people to see and hear what they had to say. One of the Heraxle Clan’s representatives moved forth, trying to draw attention to himself with gestures and a charming voice. “Esteemed guests, you’ve traveled so far, and with one of your eminences existences’ aid to travel to my home. Please tell me, why?”

“There’s no need to place ourselves in this situation,” a haughty voice spoke in a dull tone. These words came from a young man with crossed arms. He looked down at the Heraxle Clan’s people, wearing the Toreon Clan’s wing, spearhead, and shield emblem on his sternum. To his left, a Snow Fox’s Dynasty Carrier and person stood together with the young man.

“The Heraxle Clan… you’ve made us wait for so long. When we wanted your help, you spend your damn time hearing us out. But when your little black dog becomes endangered, you set off with a third of your forces to stop us?!” The young man bellowed by the end of his words.

“…” The Heraxle Clan’s representative, a male Human, looked up with slight trepidation. The young man from the Toreon Clan continued. “We’ve watched for decades, a few hundred years even. Look, it seems like you have no tough hand to deal with a troublesome problem before you. In your stead, we can take care of it quickly. The black monster’s death is secured. No matter what!”

The young man said like he was declaring the fate of a person, but this person was from the Heraxle Clan’s territory, not theirs. Just as the coalition observed the Heraxle Clan’s expressions, the same representative from before lowered his head, blackening. After a few seconds, he lifted it back up.

“Esteemed guests, it seems like there’s no way to convince you not to meddle in our affairs,” these words made the coalition’s people narrow their eyes. The young man moved his lips as the young beauty Snow Fox moved towards him to float beside him. He exclaimed, somewhat coldly and breathy, “Huh?”

“Since it is like this, there’s nothing else to discuss.” The representative spread his arms and turned around. The other representatives of his Heraxle Clan turned and returned to the Carrier and their respective spaceships. After the representative’s actions made the coalition frown, he stopped and looked back with a casual smirk on the right corner of his mouth. “You left the Heraxle Clan no choice but to stop… you here and now. Prepare yourselves, youngsters.”

“You…!” The young man’s expression changed, and the young beauty on his left parted her lips with widened eyes. They couldn’t believe the Heraxle Clan’s sudden attitude of fighting to the bitter end. Any intention the young man had to make the Heraxle Clan ashamed and concede to the other 6 Universal Land’s wishes were practically overthrown.

The orders to bring the Heraxle Clan to their side in a positive yet subservient demeanor were thwarted. Not only that, they were even about to face each other because of a mere General? Who knows how many of those died in the 10 year war. And yet, the Heraxle Clan is willing to do this for a mere kid who hasn’t even become one officially?

“Sir…” The young man wanted to say something, but the Heraxle Clan’s spaceships began moving, and their arsenal activated their target-locking features. The young man was a Godly powerhouse. How could he not notice? He immediately scoffed, flung his sleeves, and left the others out as he zoomed into his Carrier. The others followed suit, wearing stern expressions as they entered their Carriers.

Before long, a showdown between Existential Sixth Step organizations played out. The world suddenly quieted down. Even the Universal Conveyance was filled with silent prayers. While nobody stupidly wrote them in the universal net, they did so in their heads, hoping this wouldn’t be the next 10 year war, or worse.

Even then, a shortened, 3 year war, or so, would be enough to put half the world into turmoil. These Fleets were nothing the Crimsons have faced before, be it through naval or space battles. They owned outer shields to keep the other side’s firepower at bay, but these weren’t the ones made to resist several Fleets’ advancement. They only lasted a few hours before both sides saw cracking on their defensive shields.

Then, just as the Heraxle Clan was devising a method to earn the black monster more time despite hearing no news from him or his Crimsons. They received information about the Dynasty, Nation, and Empire’s forces they allowed in the rest of the Collariverse Universe suddenly launch an all-out charge towards the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory core.

Now, the Heraxle Clan felt the heaviness of all their actions, but they couldn’t come off the tiger’s back anymore. As their showdown with the coalition continued, days passed. Their outer shields were exchanged time and again, wasting each other’s ammunition without battering an eye.

When the forces the Heraxle Clan allowed in the Collariverse Universe caught up with the battlefield, detouring to meet with the Fleets battling the Heraxle Clan’s well-prepared Fleets to buy time, the coalition formed a plan. When the Heraxle Clan least expected it, they sent ⅓ of their Fleets to a corner of the battlefield, lowering their position according to the universal focus.

Then, the Fleets rushed in the Collariverse Universe’s direction. Not even the Third Step forces they sent to this Universe a few hundred years ago faced the Crimsons alone, they even detoured the Ossinox Galaxy and met with the coalition. If the world hadn’t learned how to deal with such monstrous people and leader, they wouldn’t have existed until now.

Either way, the Heraxle Clan was helpless to chase these ⅓ of Fleets, all they could do was down half of them before they got away. They didn’t use any portal or expensive group of talismans to rapidly move, simply using an outer shield to absorb some damage. Even then, hundreds of billions died during their escape.

Regardless, more hundreds of billions escaped with their lives, moving in no other direction but the black monster’s den, the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory core. They only needed 10 days before reaching their destination.

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2 months and 10 days passed since the Heraxle Clan and the coalition faced each other, exchanging some lives amidst their outer shields’ destruction before putting new ones up.

The Crimsonbreaking Faction territory had learnt of the situation. The hidden enemy in the Collariverse Universe finally made a move and headed towards them. However, the Crimsons didn’t show or do anything. They didn’t even block the Universal Conveyance. It was as if they were truly doomed now and accepted their imminent fate. Was this the fall of a giant?

… On the enemy side, the previously hidden Fleets, accompanied by Fourth Step Fleets, got more excited the closer they came to the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory core. In the Fleets’ ahead, adopting one of the Crimsons’ tactics to send their Carriers to the front and lead their troops with higher morale, something the world used to think was unnecessary for the cultivation world. Several parties exchanged chats as they neared their target.

“Heh, heh. Seniors, I can already see their group of Kingdoms. We’ll hang the black monster’s head in empty space soon!” - “I can’t wait! This evil vermin has lasted too long… I will give my life if necessary!” - “Remain calm… Focus on the destruction of the Crimsons. Leave the black monster to us! Only Godly cultivators can apprehend him.“ - “Apprehend…?” - “…”

The Fleets were already basking in their victory. With their force, even the Crimsons should face a terrible, dead-ass, fate. Not only that, but they even have the aid of tens of billions more, with Godly cultivators forming an entire Fleet themselves. Who would ever lose in this situation?

… FUTOMP- FUTOMP, FUTOMP, FUTOMP, FUTOMP, FUTOMP, FUTOMP, FUTOMP…

“!!” That was when, suddenly, the Fleets’ Carriers at the front were flabbergasted. They hurriedly stopped, halting the Fleet as they observed the space before them. They could already see the Kingdoms from here, it was so simple… They just needed several minutes to reach firing range.

“I can’t believe it…” - “They’re here!”

The Fleets’ Carriers became astounded, for they watched as the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Carrier and the rest of its spaceships, their Fleet, suddenly jumped into their eyesight. It looked as if they had just taken a portal. But how could that be? Who? With their arrangements, no one near the Ossinox Galaxy would dare do that.

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“Make no mistake! Our target isn’t the Faction. Detour them! We’ll imprison the Crimsonbreaking Faction and their Chairwoman for stopping our mission.” A Godly cultivator shouted into the open comms. The Third Step Fleets nodded and were glad that they weren’t going to face the actual Faction. However, just as they were changing their spaceships’ flying direction by a few degrees…

Vurp, vurp, vurp, vurp… vurp, vurp, vurp, vurp, vurp, vurp, vurp, vurp…

“!!!” The Third Step Fleets stopped, helpless. The Fourth Step Fleets expressionlessly stared, disbelieving what their eyes took in. Meanwhile, in the Carrier they saw before, the Godly cultivators could see someone… She stood before the Carrier’s central command and looked down coldly at them, including the Godly cultivators.

As her carmine red hair flew in space, smoothly, without separate hair ends, she lifted her right hand. Then, she lowered it. Meanwhile, more, more, more, more, and more spaceships exited invisibility. One that not even Godly cultivators could recognize even after they experienced it from hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of thousands of spaceships…

“This… this is a… a… a Grand Fleet!!” The people were absolutely helpless. They looked at the plethora of spaceships covering the entire perimeter of the Crimsonbreaking Faction territory core. They… couldn’t cross through this… blockade? The entire group of Kingdoms was engulfed by spaceships… It wasn’t just impossible to detour… they couldn’t even face it.

“Contend the Crimsons, these ones!” A Godly cultivator suddenly shouted. He didn’t need to tell what the chances of success the Third Step Fleets would have, but the Third Step Fleets were still taken aback. They had to deal with the Crimsonbreaking Faction? Even if they were more, they didn’t dare to!

VEEEEEEEEEMMMMM… …

However, many events happened before they could have a word with their superiors. First, the Godly cultivators rushed through the plethora of spaceships. Second, the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Grand Fleet, lesser in number of spaceships than them, but with a clear, ample military delegation, suddenly showed mounted, defensive structures in space.

Those were like space stations, but they were too small, smaller than even a Cruiser. However, everyone from the enemy side could see the plethora of machine guns, artillery guns, missile launching systems, and even a couple of rocket launchers, albeit most were LBFDs.

‘We are doomed.’ It was everyone’s thoughts as they saw their Fourth Step Fleets focusing on protecting their Fleets, giving their arsenal up, and receiving insane firepower from the Grand Fleet. It was as if their arsenal suddenly had a life of their own and targeted the same Fourth Step Fleets as soon as they went through the blockade.

The Fourth Step Fleets continued forward. Left with no choice, as the Crimsons wouldn’t let them live through this offense, the Third Step Fleets decisively opened fire! This action attracted the attention of the Grand Fleet. They were immediately basked in endless bullets, shells, and missiles as rockets gave the ending grace to the Carriers.

As they perished, helpless to even start facing the overly prepared Crimsonbreaking Faction, which has been fortifying this Kingdom group’s space territory since who knows when, they received information from the battlefield between their coalition and the Heraxle Clan. They would receive a reinforcement from Fourth Step Fleets, which the coalition gathered after careful preparation under every watchful eye.

However, it was too late for these Third Step Fleets. They couldn’t do anything. The Third Step Fleets fell under 2 minutes, falling to the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s ‘Grand Fleet’ and their mounted defenses, stagnant in space. However, the Fourth Step Fleets were still there.

“Turn! Stop them!!” Alyona shouted, but the image she had shown atop a Carrier disappeared. It was a hologram!

Next, just as the Fourth Step Fleets rushed to the Lsefattern Kingdom’s group, a few tens of seconds away from reaching firing range, their eyes dispiritedly lost light as they watched something appear before their eyes.

Vurp…

Before their very Godly eyes, a structure many times larger than any Kingdom, except a Divine Kingdom, and perhaps with a length as vast as a Supreme Kingdom’s diameter, appeared. A Mothership. To land the final hit on their brains, it had the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s emblem on it.

“What is-” Although they were Fourth Step Fleets, only one of them were fully Godly cultivators, while the others lacked the necessary materials in their spaceships, they had some Godly cultivators besides Third Step cultivators. However, at this very moment, even the strongest among them, a baby High God, felt the terror in his being growing. Before he or anyone else knew it… it happened.

TA- RARARARARARARARARARARARARA… POH POH POH POH POH POH POH POH… PUH PUH PUH PUH PUH PUH PUH PUH… PFIUSH, PFIUSH, PFIUSH, PFIUSH, PFIUSH, PFIUSH, PFIUSH, PFIUSH…~~!!!!!!!!

How did it felt to be besieged from every possible angle? With every existing type of arsenal in the world? Furthermore, the direction where they were in endangered the most wasn’t from everywhere around their Fleets, but their front, where the Mothership was? It felt like hell…

Boom… boom… booom… booooom… … …

The enemy Fourth Step Fleets were thundered by the incessant, overly powerful arsenal firing at them at the same time. However, the intricacies of space only worked when their Fourth Step Fleets were turned to ginormous explosions, lightly echoing through space. But the Crimsons didn’t stop firing until the Fourth Step Fleets were reduced to the point where only the Crimsons’ ammunition struck and self-detonated each other. Only then did the Grand Fleet and Mothership stopped firing… Nothing was left behind, not even debris.

Godly cultivators… pulverized by Third Step cultivators!!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUTOOOOOMP~~!

However, before they could heave a sigh of relief, Alyona’s eyes contorted as Milyy’s voice entered her head. Her expression hardened as she made everyone’s medallion crazily heat up. Instantly, the Crimson Grand Fleet and Mothership aimed outwards. Not towards the same direction, simply outwards.

Before their very own eyes, just like the once recognized remaining Fleet of the Crimsons had jumped to stop the first batch of enemy Fleets, countless spaceships appeared around them, aware of the situation. Alyona looked at them fearlessly… but she felt for her people and Heian Ciemnosc… Would they fail, in the end? Depend on a being and existence to survive? That wasn’t in their plans… that wasn’t what her man wanted!

However, just as she felt Milyy presence behind her, it disappeared swiftly. Alyona didn’t know why or how, but she felt instantly blissful for some reason.

Bfwuuoohnng- bfwuuuuuuooooohnng- bfwuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooohhnnnng~~~~.

“Surrender now! The Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Mothership and Grand Fleet will be allo- what the-?!” Just as a voice sounded throughout the Lsefattern Kingdom’s group of Kingdoms, the world seemed to silently thump once. But this thump spread throughout the world.

… In the everyday life of every living being in the world, they suddenly stopped. Some jolted their heads backwards. Others looked down as if they accidentally threw their beloved belongings on the ground. And others seemed to look in the distance… their eyes showered with some darkness that rapidly disappeared.

… In the battlefield between the Heraxle Clan and the coalition of 6 Existential Sixth Step organizations, their battle abruptly stopped. Even bullets and other projectiles ceased… existing? Moving? They couldn’t tell, because they suddenly felt as if the maws of their primitive shame and fear breathed on either their left or right ear, depending on their side of the battlefield. They had finally opened.

… In each Universal Land, throughout the Universal Lands. The highest peak, in prowess and status, of every ruler of a Universal Land, felt the strangest sensation for the second time in their lifetimes. They were astounded the first time, but they were prepared this time. However, when they wanted to track it, they felt their Spirit Sense… devoured. Their Soul… scared… And their skin… numbing.

Back to the Lsefattern Kingdom’s group of Kingdoms. Just as the Godly Fleets upon Godly Fleets surrounded the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Grand Fleet and their ‘noble’ call for the latter’s surrender echoed, they were halted. Before they knew it, darkness spread from the Lsefattern Kingdom. Millions of kilometers traversed in a second, insanely engulfing ever fiber of space into a darkness it had never seen before!!

Before anyone in the world could react, a tiny piece of the world was engulfed in complete darkness. The Existence where the Ossinox Galaxy and Collariverse Universe belonged to lost all light and life for a few seconds. It was engulfed in a few moments, and it remained darkened for a few seconds…

Bfwuuoohnng.

“What the? Ey, that-” When the darkness finally disappeared, the Fourth Step Fleets surrounding the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Grand Fleet reacted. They suddenly saw a young man with an overly pale complexion, as the rest of his body was wrapped around dark clothing, even most of his neck, hands, and wrists.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom- baaaaaaang. Boom, boom, bang, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang, bang- boom boooooom…

After Heian Ciemnosc reappeared, he simply lifted his right hand. His overly pale palm faced the Godly Fleets. Then, his mind activated, and his dark Soul pushed forth as his darkest eyes landed on every Godly spaceship at the same time. He moved his hand to the left. In the same moment he moved it, tens of thousands of Godly spaceships his palm was facing became explosions.

They became blobs of light in the universe, lighter than the darkness from before, but that was only at first. Immediately after, as their Godly cultivators and material broke into destruction, darkness seemed to echo from behind them before engulfing it all. It went through the explosions, devouring their explosiveness and slowed momentum, before eating the corpses and dead Souls of those in the respective Godly spaceships.

Wherever Heian Ciemnosc’s right palm swept through while aiming, his darkest eyes watched explosions, endlessly echoing through the universe before the darkness devoured it all, leaving nothing behind.

When all the Godly spaceships turned to nothingness, devoured by none other but Heian Ciemnosc’s darkness, the Lsefattern Kingdom’s group of Kingdoms was quieter than dead. Who-… what… when… how… The fuck?!

“Attention, all Crimsons… It’s time to reunite!” Heian Ciemnosc’s voice echoed through space, landing on everyone’s ears and into their minds as if they were possessed, like a sweet demon’s coaxing whispering.

Immediately, their eyes hardened, and with their Chairwoman moving the Mothership out of formation first, they followed suit. They still waited for their leader to decide the move. Meanwhile, Alyona looked at Heian Ciemnosc, curious, confused, and proud as hell from her Mothership. Heian Ciemnosc returned the stare, making her see him. Everything would go well.

“Wait ‘there’ for me. I’ll pick Her up.” Suddenly, as Alyona felt showered in his gaze. In his warmth, care, and fresh coldness, she heard his voice. Her eyes widened, but after hearing them, she became strict and nodded. Still, she was docile towards him despite her more severe attitude to the situation.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A voice suddenly drifted into space as the Grand Fleet, Mothership, and the spaceships from the group of Kingdoms moved towards the same direction. They were all forcefully halted, even harming the citizens and engineers inside them.

“!!!” Alyona’s face paled, and her eyes trembled. She looked at the young man before her mothership. He had suddenly appeared after a distorted beam of colorless lights, yet red and blue, zoomed from an impossible distance. It became a young man. He was lavish, handsome, mighty handsome, and charming.

“Yexen… Heraxle!” Alyona’s fearful, hateful, and murderous words echoed through space.

“Nice. But I would’ve preferred you called me by my title. I keep to my previous words from 511 years ago, it would sound perfect every morning, noon, and night… Saint Son Yexen Heraxle, my dear.” The young man said, smiling. His canines looked ravishing before he turned to Heian Ciemnosc, his expression becoming bothered with dull, murder intent.

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