Chapter 217 - USURPING THE HEAVENS (1/2)

POLAND

KRAKOW

It was like the end of the world. This is the feeling of the people living in Poland who did not know the reason for these disaster that has befallen their kingdom

The skies is red, thunder splits the clouds and lightning strikes mountains and buildings like a mad dog.

The earth trembles and the skies is crazy. Some people who were astute knows that someone very powerful induce these phenomenon.

But these did not lessen their wariness. Instead they become even more fearful and immediately runs as far away from the vortex of the disaster.

A few reclusive expert at the Seed Formation saw the energy gathering on the grounds of the royal palace of Poland and knows that is the focus of the calamity.

Knowing they could not defeat such a person they hide and run far away from the center.

While they could not teleport because of the seal placed by the Death Monarch, they are after all Seed Formation experts.

Their body itself is much faster than any car or modern transportation. If they could not teleport, they could run.

And run they did.

They trained to their level with perseverance all in the hopes of living a good life, how would they easily gives their lives fighting someone who has no enmity with them?

Poland was left to its fate

Meanwhile on the sky of the royal residence, only fear could be seen on the faces of the injured soldiers as they look upon that man on the clouds.

Fear and disbelief.

Azief presence is still rising, his presence could be felt all over the world, shaking the earth and fusing with the energy of the world.

The weather of Poland experience drastic changes, the hot region become cold, the cold region becomes hot, the sky rain down dark water that drain lives, and the rivers boiled killing fishes and water life form all over Poland.

The rivers boiled, the rains reap lives.

His terrifying presence weight on people mind like an unmovable mountain.

Slowly the soldiers felt like they are losing their control of their body, like their energy was drained, and their vitality decreased.

On the horizons of the palace, the dead rises from the ground, forming a large army of the undead.

And this manmade phenomena was akin of a plague.

Undead with rotting flesh, their eye sockets slithering with flesh eating worms marching behind the hundred cavalry as they march unimpeded into the front gate of the royal palace create a ghastly sight that brings chills to anyone heart.

Katarina drain her enemies energy with her abilities slowly accumulating energy to promote her strength

Azief said almost emotionlessly

'Rise, those who dwell in the dust. This is my fury!' And with it he waves his sleeve with Death Force empowered his undead.

Black mist comes out of his robes and his skeletal steed flew down attacking the soldiers on the walls.

Azief did not restrain his steed as he unleashed his black mist to cover the palace yard

The living suffers his energy drain. Some ages almost a decade, their longevity was absorbed into Azief body, making his already almost limitless vitality to soar even higher.

Some soldiers that survive suddenly puke black blood as they fall down to the ground, clutching their heart and thrashing about.

They came down with a diseases when they inhale the black mist that Azief has unleashed, their skins swelled before exploding, leaving them in terrible states.

This is one of Azief abilities when he form his own Death Source. To induce disease to people weaker than him

Some went insane, as they crashed their head to the walls and fainted. Some had their life sucked from them making then dried up to only bag of bones in a second.

It was pandemonium.

To those who immediately activated their artifacts or secret items, they managed to resist the black mist attack but terror and hopelessness uncontrollably spread through their minds.

Tyrone who still conscious after the formation was broken knows why they felt their body is losing control.

The other strength was so powerful that their bodies were instinctively protecting themselves, and their energy was unconsciously unleashed out trying to resist the pressure.

Tyrone look up at the sky and complicated expression could be seen inside his eyes.

All around him, his soldiers were screaming, thrashing about, coughing blood, aging drastically, but his eyes did not leave seeing the black robe person

'Death Monarch' he bitterly mutter. The feeling he felt right now could only be described as complicated.

Azief theatrics had already made him to possess the image of a terrifying calamity. That itself has already struck terror on the heart of his men.

But now, the Death Monarch uses his strength to emphasis his terrifying prowess.

Just his presence being unleashed was already this horrifying, what if he really went into battle seriously?

'How strong was he?' Tyrone seems to ask clutching his chest as he falls kneeling down, his breathing is hard and even talking is hard.

'Grand Commander Raymond…Lord Hikigaya….Lord Oreki…could they defeat him?' For the first time, he felt doubt about the power of the experts of the World Government

At this moment he felt even if Oreki, Hikigaya and Raymond was here…they could not match the momentum of the Death Monarch.

He knows it was an absurd thought but he could not shakes this thought in his mind.

Waves formed in his heart, this faith that the World Government could restrain the Death Monarch is crumbling.

And he is not the only one that thought this way. Tyrone and his soldiers had always been proud of belonging to the elite soldiers of the World Government.

But now, their pride is trampled upon so easily

He and his soldiers found today how laughable their pride was! In front of unimaginable and absolute power, every scheme and plot meant nothing.

Azief was that kind of existence now. He no longer think too much or plot and scheme too much.

Why?

Because whatever comes to him, as long as it could not kill him, doing so will only invite his wrath and his fury.

And for those who anger him he would use absolute power to crush his enemy. It was as simple as that.

No one had thought of it, not until this moment. Even Tyrone believes that even power has limits.

No one could truly imagine that one person's strength could suppresses so many soldiers. They had never heard and seen such a feat after the world developed army formation

Today, they bear witness to the return of the man feared by the whole world. This feat that almost impossible was happening right in front of them.

The dead keep marching, the skeletal steed aiding the Ice Princess in her battles, and the Death Monarch is reaping souls, his terrifying presence choked the life of Poland, making the kingdom felt like it was withering by a terrifying force of death.

Tragedy…..befalls the kingdoms.

Azief floated down gently

As he slowly floated down, the ground beneath his feet is vibrating and almost seem like it want to bursts out like a pressure from underground is forcing it to explode.

BOOM!

A boulder exploded as fragments of the boulder broke free of the restraints of gravity and slowly spirals around Azief

Then slowly all the pieces of rock around the area broke free of the ground and spirals around him, creating an intimidating and terrifying storms of stones around him.

This storm shredded anything that the enemy could throw at him.

The magicians and snipers that hide in the remote corner had shot their attack but was immediately shredded by the spiral around Azief body.

Then one of the stones inside the spiral vortex the size of a fist broke free from the spiral and morphed into a thin but long sharp needle and flew towards the direction of the attack

A scream sounded and two bodies falls down from a building.

Without any signs of stopping, the spiraling storms of stones becomes even faster and even more destructive.

The ground was grinded turning hard soils into sand, morphing the green land into desert. Azief then shouted

'HAH!!!'

His shout pierced the dark clouds and shakes the skies. His presence is as vast as the heavens and endless like the seas of stars as its spread and expands.

Before his presence was felt momentarily but this time his presence is expanding in such an accelerated rate that it almost seems impossible.

A hundred kilometers, a thousand kilometers, ten thousand kilometers, a million kilometers, until his presence usurped the Heavens.

His Will is the Will of the World. When he is angry then storms would forms and disaster will descend.

At Poland, the kingdom seems to be engulfed in an apocalyptic level event.

The fragments of stone was grinded into dust turning into sharp sands that could shredded the strongest metal.

The rivers in Poland stopped flowing, the air become restless as all around the kingdom whirlwinds and storms ravaged the land, the people suffers and gritted their teeth fighting this disaster.

But Azief eyes is always indifferent, but at the same time it was also clear that it could pierce people minds.

It was then Azief spread out his arms and this time his body turns blurry like he was some kind of a mirage in the dessert.

And then slowly, like he was being disintegrated by the power of the world, he disappeared like dust.

There was no light works or a powerful unleashing of energy.

He just…..simply disappears.

The world suddenly calm down.

The ravaging storms and whirlwinds dissipated, the terrifying presence disappeared, the false night went away and the dark clouds that covered the sky slowly making way for the light of the sun to go through.

But then suddenly all the people in the world could feel a mountain crushing presence that pervaded in every space and time of the world.

Somewhere deep beneath the Island of Peace, a man with blonde hair and muscly physique was sitting in his golden round steel cage that is suspended on top of a flowing lava bare-naked.

It was a prison designed for him. Runes fills every part of the prison stones. This person could feel the presence and his eyes shines bright.

Then he sighed. If only he is on the ground, he could communicate with the presence. It is because he knew the person who unleashed such presence.

After all this he once traded blows with that person.

He needs to tell. But his power is almost neutralized here not to mention he is permanently weakened here.

He then got up and walk to the other side of his steel cage as the chains around his necks, feet and wrist all move along with him.

He look towards his left and spotted the cell about three kilometers from him that is full of luxury

The man saw the eyes of that person in that other cell and he bitterly smiles as he thought in his head

'In her eyes, could she never see me?'

But he shakes his head and then shouted to that person

'Sofia…did you feel it?' The person in the other cell is Sofia the Divine Archer. Sofia got up and looking at Raymond on the other side and hearing what he said, she also nodded

'He has returned.' And there is a smile on Sofia face before her gaze turns complicated.

On the outside, Hikigaya who was inside his cave could feel the presence but he ignores it as he is about to create another Disk inside his eyes.

He did not say anything but there is a smirk on his face.

Meanwhile on Poland, a face appeared on the sky. It was gigantic as it covered the entire kingdom skies.

The face was expressionless but in everyone mind it did not matter. Looking at the face, they all felt fear and terror spreading all over their body

Shining runes dotted the clouds with variety of colors, vast as an endless ocean. And at the centers of this sea of runes is Azief face.

He was like the sun, his eyebrows spat out thick golden flames and each breath he takes created winds that change the weathers.

Azief for a moment has merge with the Universe and usurp the Will of the World, as deadly silence fills the world.

Tyrone and all the ministers in the royal palace face were all ashen and bloodless.

By now, everyone has lost hope on ever beating Azief. Tyrone looked dazedly and before he knew it he unconsciously dropped his weapons.

He turns around and look at his soldiers and a deep regret come over him.

All of his plans, all of his schemes, in front of the Death Monarch it instead become the stage where the Death Monarch uses to announce to the world he is back.

Some of his soldiers who were not driven insane from the black mist all cried. They cried in fear. They cried because they knew it was hopeless.

And they cried like a baby. And Tyrone?

Tyrone felt like he had let his comrade in arms down.

If he knew that the Death Monarch is this powerful, he would rather surrender than fighting a battle that is so meaningless.

He couldn't even began to describe the feeling he felt right now.

But seeing the crying and hopeless faces of his soldiers also made his mind clear of what he needs to do now.

He already lost. But he smiles.

His hand is still trembling, and blood is still dripping from his cracked nails. But he crouched down and grab his fallen sword.

He then got up, his back straight, his eyes clear.

His body is trembling and fear fails every part of his heart and Tyrone himself don't know whether it was stubbornness or pride, or the desire to inspire courage in the hearts of his men, but he walked forward and look at the gigantic face on the sky.

'I already lost. My life has been given by the World Government. Today, let me repay it' He raised his head and he smiles.

Then drawing all the power in his body to the brink of destruction, he leapt towards the face in the sky.

'RARRGHH!' Tyrone shouted as his small figure was like a pitiful moth that is flying into a large fire.

Azief on the other hand felt more powerful than he has ever become. His Divine Sense covered the whole world, suppressing all other Divine Sense.

He was in a strange state. He felt like he possess no physical body yet at the same time he knows he could move his arms and feet.

When he wanted to move his hand, the northern hemisphere of Earth shakes with such intensity that it brought down mountains and swallowed city and small kingdoms.

When he wanted to move forward, the winds all over the world changed directions and rivers and seas flows backwards.

Just these two thought drains about 50 percent of Azief vitality. Azief face on the sky smirk

'Usurping the Heavens' he thought to himself.

For a while he could usurp the Will of the World.

But it is a truly taxing feat.

Azief vitality is almost limitless but with only two thoughts performed he already expended fifty percent of his vitality and his mind and soul is also being pressured.

The Will of the World is fighting against him wanting to expel him from these merging of heaven and human.

As he was trying to explore the feeling of merging with the world, his Divine Sense that envelopes the world senses Sofia.

He wanted to track it and he was about to when a white mist slice his divine sense and a faint laugh could be heard

An image of a person with a staff on his back and surrounded by white mist flashes inside Azief mind.

Azief was angered. And as he is now temporarily the will of the world, when he is angered, the world is angered.

Volcanoes all over the world suddenly become active, the skies hurls down lightning on earth ground, the earth shakes with an uncontrollable anger, the seas rises up creating large waves that rises up to forty meters tall and struck down multiple countries and swallowed islands.

Another 25 percent of his vitality was drained again by this unconscious act.

As Azief was about to resume tracking he then saw with his large eyes made of white clouds, a person as tiny as dust flying towards him, the aura around him overflow out of him

Azief immediately recognize the person as Tyrone the general of the World Government forces.

Azief thought to himself how pitiful that such a person would burns all of his vitality just to fight him

Azief shakes his gigantic head in the sky and with each rotating of his neck, the wind changed direction from his left and right creating a gust of wind that flattened the forest area on his lefty and right side of his face.

The wind pressure slices through Tyrone body, akin of the punishment of one thousand cut.

Azief though that Tyrone would stop but yet….the General was stubborn as he keep flying forward.