At that moment, no more words were spoken.
Constantine shot into the sky, Death Laws enveloping his body, divine light blazing from his eyes.
Crack-
Pitch-black Laws took tangible form like lightning, gathering in his hands. In that instant, the entire world changed color.
He was like a death god harvesting lives.
Boom-
The entire stretch of ground beneath Lynn fractured into a dense web of black fissures. Beneath the shroud of death, everything around him rapidly decayed, sliding toward destruction.
"Come!"
Constantine's expression was icy.
In an instant.
Divine light blotted out the sky, engulfing the entire battlefield.
All the Origins around them retreated under the pressure of that terrifying aura, letting out long howls. Those too close began to decay almost instantly beneath the pitch-black divine light, their vitality draining at an unimaginable speed.
"Fall back!!"
The Origins roared.
Because from that moment on.
This was no longer a battlefield they could enter.
This was a clash of Laws, a war between deities. If they were touched by even a trace of those Death Laws, they would be mercilessly erased at their very source.
Beneath the black light, all things withered.
But Lynn blocked that strike, because he, too, commanded Death Laws.
He abruptly raised his head within the black mist.
Amid the billowing black vapor.
He gathered the Laws into the blade in his hand and instantly unleashed more than a dozen slashes into the sky, each carrying the power of rules.
The blade light cleaved through the black mist.
He shot into the sky.
But at that moment.
What came hurtling toward him was an enormous ghost ship bursting through the rolling black mist.
His body slammed into that colossal vessel. The ground was instantly smashed into a vast crater dozens of kilometers across, and the