Three thousand chains of order shot out simultaneously!
Each chain was aimed at the hammer that the God of Battle swung down; the hammer collided with the chain, unleashing a devastating shockwave.
The entire Primordial Heaven and even the Void Sea were stirred up by this battle, and many powerful beings turned their attention to it.
"The Primordial Heaven has actually been breached; there must be a traitor within." A Main God resembled an enlarged version of a two-headed tiger exclaimed, taking a deep breath.
The other powerful beings all agreed with the deduction of this Main God. As the most powerful peak Astral Realm force in the Astral Realm realm, the Primordial Heaven has unfathomable foundations. Its defensive fortress, which has been built since the beginning of time, can withstand the attacks of two or three Eternal, let alone resist one.
But now, the world barrier of the Primordial Heaven has been so easily breached by the Northern Spirit Empire. There must be a traitor within the Primordial Heaven, and this traitor must hold a very high position, perhaps even being one of the top Primordial God.
"Unfortunately, although the defensive barrier of the Primordial Heaven has been breached, the rule system of this great plane is still in operation, shielding our vision and preventing us from seeing the specific battle situation." The speaker was a Main God who looked like a water-attribute slime. His tentacles penetrated into all parts of the Void, and wherever they spread, they turned into a vast blue sea, which looked quite peculiar.
"No need to rush, the results will come out sooner or later, and they will most likely not be unexpected. After all, that's the Northern Spirit Empire."
"The situation in this Astral Realm has become even more chaotic. Is the Primordial Heaven, which has existed for Endless ages, destined to fall into ruin? What a pity!"
The discussions among onlookers did not affect the continued outbreak of the great war within the Primordial Heaven.
Every hammer blow from the God of Battle was blocked by the chains.
It wasn't that he was repelled, but rather that he was "defined." Each chain defined the limits of his hammer blow: this blow was too powerful, not allowed to exist; that blow was too fierce, not allowed to exist; this blow was too wild, not allowed to exist; that blow was too domineering, not allowed to exist... Three thousand six hundred blows, each one was defined as "not allowed."
But the God of Battle's hammer did not stop.
Because "not allowed" has no effect on him.
Those chains defined his hammer as "not allowed to exist," yet his hammer still existed. Those chains defined his fighting spirit as "must be extinguished," yet his fighting spirit still burned. Those chains defined his attacks as "impossible to hit," yet his attacks still bombarded relentlessly.
This is what makes the God of Battle so terrifying.
He's not that he doesn't understand the rules; he simply doesn't care about them.
What are rules? They're things set by other people!
Why should I obey what others have set?
His path of violence has been guided by only one principle from day one: do whatever you want, smash whatever you want. There are no rules, no restrictions, no "allowed" or "not allowed."
There's only the choice between wanting to or not wanting to; there's only the choice between smashing or not smashing.
Previously, as the Lord of the Primordial Heaven, this identity forced him to become calm and also limited the eruption of his fighting spirit. Now, with the Primordial Heaven nearly destroyed and the last shackles broken, all the cages that bound him have been shattered. The God of Battle now only wants to have one last exhilarating battle.
The chains could not restrain him.
He's defined as unkillable.
Order could not suppress him.
The very existence of the God of Battle seemed to represent a denial of order.
With the Primordial Heaven shattered and the defense system exposed to obvious vulnerabilities, Lancelot, who had sneaked in, witnessed everything.
Lancelot was in a deep Space-Time rift, his body radiating a faint silver light, making him appear as if he were one with Space-Time itself.
The intense battle caused dramatic changes in the properties of matter and energy, creating perfect cover that kept Lancelot from being discovered for the time being.
Of course, this is also largely due to his exceptional ability to Concealment himself.
Even when he was very weak, Lancelot was able to deceive countless enemies by using the particle Replication properties of his Steel Feather Cloak. Now, with his Endless Divine Body evolved to its current state, he has taken this property to its extreme.
Replication everything, integrate into everything, embrace everything.
Endless is the essence of all things!
"The God of Battle's strength is actually this strong. I didn't realize it before. These old guys have been hiding their strength quite well. If we hadn't been brought to his doorstep, this guy probably still wouldn't have unleashed his power," Lancelot muttered to himself.
At the same time, his interest in the path of the God of Battle and the [Martial Battle Divine Soul] greatly increased.
This means that Lancelot will inevitably clash with the Northern Spirit Empire.
But it doesn't matter anymore. As the saying goes, when there are many fleas, they don't feel itchy. Lancelot has now completely let go of himself, and he has enough confidence. His Eternity- level combat power allows him to handle most troubles in the Astral Realm. In addition, with the World Tree Universe backing him up, unless more than 70% of the power in the entire Astral Realm comes to besiege him, he will almost never die.
The key question now is when to intervene in this battle.
Must we wait until the God of Battle is completely destroyed?
The answer seems to be affirmative.
Lancelot was not a philanthropist.
He has his own purposes.
He had never had any connection with the Primordial Heaven.
On the contrary, the panicked subordinates of the God of Battle caused enormous trouble for the Elven Plane, almost leading to the deaths of Lancelot and Logo. That grudge has yet to be resolved.
Therefore, Lancelot ultimately chose to sit back and watch the fight unfold, coldly observing the battle between the two sides.
At the same time, as the God of Battle Growing Stronger in Battle, his wild and unrestrained fighting style caused an unusual fluctuation to appear in the eyes of the God of Law for the first time.
It was an emotion called surprise.
Clearly, He was also astonished by the fighting power displayed by the God of Battle.
The God of Law represents order itself, the deepest law of the universe, and Truth verified by countless civilizations over millions of years. Any existence, as long as it exists in the universe and within the rules, must obey order. This is an ironclad law, an inevitability, and an unchangeable fact.
But the ancient god before him, this madman covered in wounds, swearing constantly, and only capable of smashing people with a hammer, refused to obey.
His very existence is a challenge to the established order.
His fight was a trampling of the rules.
At this moment, he himself is an undefinable paradox.
"You seem to have been underestimated before, God of Battle!"
When the God of Law uttered these words, a solemn expression appeared on his face for the first time. He seemed to realize that this Primordial Heaven God of Battle possessed terrifying talent and combat power, which was in no way inferior to that of the God of War of the Astral Realm, Dax, and perhaps even surpassed it.
However, the previous God of Battle had his fighting power suppressed by the burdens he carried.
The God of Battle's answer was a wild laugh that shattered all realms:
"I'm your father!"
Before he finished speaking, he ignited once more.
It wasn't burning Divine Power, nor burning life, but burning the very meaning of his existence—burning everything that the title "God of Battle" represented in the universe. His body began to disintegrate, transforming into the purest Martial Arts Will, all of which surged into the Hammer of Martial Combat.
The Hammer of Martial Combat roared with a sound that shook the ages!
That was the resonance of 108,000 fragments of divine weapons, the roar of the souls of all the opponents of the God of Battle over the past 100 million years, and the roar of martial arts itself! Countless phantoms appeared on the hammer: there were ancient ferocious beasts that he had smashed with one punch, ancient gods that he had trampled under his feet, and his nemesis with whom he had fought for thousands of years and finally developed a mutual respect—all of these were now transformed into the power of his hammer.
"This hammer blow--"
The God of Battle's body completely disintegrated, but his will coalesced into a final ray of light, propelling the Hammer of Martial Combat to crash down:
"His name is -- Lawless and Heaven-Defying!"
Boom!!!
The Hammer of Martial Combat struck the Holy Grail of Origin.
In that instant, the Void Sea surrounding the Primordial Heaven completely boiled over!
Countless hidden Void creatures were horrified to discover that the Void power upon which they depended for survival was Berserk, as if enraged by some more domineering force, or as if terrified by some more Berserk being. A huge vortex appeared, and at the center of the vortex was the ruins of the Primordial Heaven —where the final collision was taking place.
The aftershocks of the collision pierced through Endless dimensions of the Void, affecting all the heavens and myriad realms.
In a colony of universes on the border of the Northern Spirit Empire, all the lights of order went out simultaneously, plunging the universe into Eternity darkness. The digitized life forms discovered in horror that the imprints of order within them were flashing wildly, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
In a world subordinate to the Primordial Heaven, many Transcendent powerhouses who were in seclusion simultaneously opened their eyes. They sensed a fighting will never before seen—a will that was incomparably fierce and domineering, yet carried an indescribable tragic grandeur. Many beings immediately knelt down, kowtowing towards the direction of the Primordial Heaven, tears streaming down their faces. Although they did not know why they were doing this, the instincts arising from their lives and souls could not be defied.
Even the Eternity beings cast their gazes. Their eyes pierced through countless dimensions, landing on the burning ancient god, a complex emotion flashing in their eyes—
There is admiration, regret, and more emotion.
Why would a Supreme God, a Primordial Heaven, an existence already at the pinnacle, choose such a path? Why couldn't he yield a step? Why couldn't he submit to order and exchange it for Eternity peace?
What belief drove him to this?
The moment the Hammer of Martial Combat struck the Holy Grail of Origin, Time Stop.
It wasn't frozen by the power of order, but by the sheer force of that hammer Berserk. In that instant, past, present, and future all stagnated; all cause and effect were frozen; the entire universe stood still for that moment.
The moment the hammer fell.
Click!!
A crack appeared on the Holy Grail of Origin.
The crack was extremely fine and shallow, almost imperceptible without close inspection, but it did exist. It existed at the source of the laws, on the sacred object that gave birth to order, and on the Supreme God Artifact of the Northern Spirit Empire that had never been shaken for millions of years.
The body of the God of Law trembled violently.
At this moment, at least thirty percent of the chains of order that constituted His body broke. Those broken chains went out of control, lashing wildly at the surrounding Void, each lash tearing apart a layer of space and leaving wounds that could not heal. His expression finally changed—it was one of surprise and disbelief.
"Impossible... You've been stripped of your rights by the order... Everything about you has been defined as 'forbidden'... How could you possibly..."
"Deprivation?"
The God of Battle's will laughed wildly in the light; his body had completely dissipated, but that lingering laughter still echoed in the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, causing the remaining chains of order to tremble.
"I once dared to fight even God Emperor, what are you to presume to strip me of my power? What is your order? What are your laws? What are your 'permissions' and 'prohibitions'?"
"I've never been allowed by anyone since the day I was born!"
"I want to fight, so I will fight!"
"Smash it if you want!"
"If you want to Lawless and Heaven-Defying, then Lawless and Heaven-Defying!"
"I am the God of Battle, the God of Martial Combat of the Primordial Heaven!"
As the last words fell, the God of Battle's body and will completely disintegrated, and the Hammer of Martial Combat also shattered completely.
The 108,000 fragments of divine weapons transformed into 108,000 streams of light, shooting off in all directions. Some plunged into the depths of the Void Sea, some pierced through the Void into unknown dimensions, and some disappeared directly into a Space-Time rift. But in each stream of light, a trace of the God of Battle's fighting spirit remained.
That wisp of fighting spirit was extremely faint and weak, yet it would never be extinguished.
The God of Battle is dead.
Yet it was as if he had never died.
The Primordial Heaven returned to silence.
The body of the God of Law slowly reformed, the broken chains gradually reconnected, and the shattered order was slowly rewoven, but He looked down at the crack on the Holy Grail of Origin and remained silent for a very long time.
After a long time, He spoke, His voice still devoid of joy or sorrow, but with a faint tone that even He Himself could not understand:
"... madman."
He turned and left.
The upside-down holy city slowly rose into the depths of the Void, and the light of order began to re-weave, gradually formatting, digitizing, and ordering this battlefield. Soon, this place will become another territory of the Northern Spirit Empire, operating according to the established laws, without any surprises or rebellions.
But just as He was about to step into the Void, He suddenly stopped.
Turn around.
Look into the depths of those ruins.
There, beneath the utterly shattered cliff, a broken hammer handle lay silently embedded in the scorched earth.
A drop of ancient god's battle blood slowly slid down the hammer handle.
The drop of blood fell to the ground, neither dissipating nor congealing, but instead—
It was caught by an open hand.
On the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, where only chaotic storms howled and the light of order gradually covered everything, the light of order retreated inch by inch with the appearance of that figure.
The Martial Battle Divine Soul, drawn by the God of Law, flew towards that figure like swallows returning to their nests, as if they had met a new master.
"Lord of Endless!"
The God of Law suddenly turned around.
His expression turned serious and angry.
Compared to his treatment of the God of Battle, the God of Law appeared exceptionally cautious at this moment.