Escape

The time would have to rewind back to ten thousand and two hundred years ago. It was the beginning of the Tianyuan Calendar, the first day, first month, first year.

Ten gods that fell to Raven Sarira's prank chased him across the continent. Their battle continued until the mountains were either toppled or demolished. Between the ten gods in pursuit, only the Ancient Life God hesitates.

Not too long after that, she vanished from the pursuit. The Ancient God found a place for her to wipe her tears caused by love and hate at the same person. Blaming herself and her foolishness, she gathered her remaining Godhood Power to add another rule onto the Tianyuan Realm.

Unless an oath and ceremonial has taken place, there will be no offsprings for the gods. Those who betray their love will be unable to spread his seed until his ending days.

That is why the Marriage Ceremony is taken seriously amongst the gods, like what happened to Aiolos and Tetros.

Then, the nine against one pursuit continued outside of the Tianyuan Realm. On the 2nd day, nine Ancient Gods returned with victory, claiming that Raven Sarira has fallen.

Ancient Life God's heart shattered by the sentence, and could no longer be found anywhere within the Tianyuan Realm. As for the world, life continues.

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"Who are you?" the Core Ancient God asked. Raven Sarira is dead according to his teacher's word, the Ancient God of Space. To see someone portraying as Raven Sarira annoyed him.

To the older gods, the name of "Raven Sarira" is a taboo.

"Raven Sarira," the silhouette with a funny-looking hat answered the Core Ancient God's question. At the same time, a spatial portal appeared within his reach. He took a Longstaff out from the void, which carrying the appearance of a mushroom-infested piece of wood.

"Death Mushroom Root! That's Raven Sarira's holy armament!" the Eastern Ancient God said while staring at the Longstaff with mushrooms growing on it. Each of the mushrooms held deadly spores that could kill a god from a whiff.

"Impossible. Even nine of our teachers unable to retrieves the holy armament from his corpse, so how can an imposter do it? There must be some secret behind that none of us know." Western Ancient God added. Furthermore, multiple incantation circles hovered around his palm while he speaks, ready for activation.

"Do you think a few typhoon magic circles is enough to defend my poison spores? Because if you do, I'll be very disappointed with myself. How could the might of Raven Sarira, the strongest of the gods, can be underestimated by some lowly junior gods?" he said.

"Utterly bull***t! How dare you claim yourself to be the strongest amongst the ten earliest Ancient Gods?" Southern Ancient God charged forward, as he carries the intention to die with this opponent.

Carrying the same will as Southern Ancient God is Aiolos, who struggles to stand up on his feet again. He poured a bottle of Low-Heaven potion into his mouth as he takes a few great strides back to where Battros stands with Tetros in his arm.

"LET GO OF MY WIFE!" Aiolos screamed. The Heaven Crystals inside his crystal pouch vanished into thin air from pouring enhancement after enhancement into everything he's wearing.

"SHE IS MY WOMAN! NOT YOURS!" Battros throws Tetros on the ground and decided to meet Aiolos in a battle again. With his power right now, he's nowhere below Aiolos. In fact, the differences between their Godhood Power is telling Aiolos to give up.

The mace and spear clashed against one another as their user made their move. Aiolos throws a few stabs at Battros once he regains his spear, but Battros deflected the attack without difficulty.

Each strike from his mace is like a mountain falling onto Aiolos.

Their fight continued, with Aiolos at a disadvantage. The longer their fight continues, the worst his condition became. Right now, six out of eight of his wings are either pulled out or damaged. A-third of his armor is damaged, with most of them had lost their Enhancer's grace.

The other crest holders tried to help, but their path has been blocked by the army of orcs around them. As if they're honoring the 1 to 1 battle, no orcs nor spectators are allowed within their reach.

"Spit the Essence of Oath out, and I'll let you live. This is your one and only chance." Battros said. His mace touches Aiolos' jaw, threatening him.

"You're not worthy of her..." Aiolos said. He tried to raise his spear to stab Battros, but the weapon was kicked away before he managed to do so. Aiolos then tries to get a hold on the mace, but a forceful push is all Battros needs to press Aiolos down to the ground.

Now at his mercy, Aiolos is out of an idea to resist Battros.

"SPIT IT OUT!" Battros pushes his mace a little further. The mace is now sitting right on to of Aiolos' throat, forcing him to stop breathing.

Aiolos stares at Battros with a face full of hatred. Close to a thousand strands of consciousness like the one that tried to invade Tetros' body appeared around them, trying to do the same to Aiolos.

"Boy, you shouldn't treat a fellow god like this." the voice belonged to another god sounded right beside both of them.

Battros was shocked. The sound appeared to be too close to him, causing him to swing his weapon in a full circle. But he missed his target. He immediately adjusted his sight back to Aiolos, who's now holding a square forge right before Battros.

"FURNACE OF TIANYUAN! SMELT THIS M****rfu**er!" Aiolos churns his Godhood Power deep inside the forge as the Tianyuan Flames swallows an arm that belonged to Battros. The fire is intense to the point the arm turned into ashes within seconds once it is inside.

"MY HAND!" Battros screamed. Not even a drop of blood is left on where his arm should be. Only a burnt flesh void of life is left there.

"Orc Half-Lord! Protect me!" Battros yelled. But the owner of the voice earlier made his move and attacked. A flying hammer went to the army of orcs and knocked down at least a thousand before it lost the momentum.

"Who? Come out!" Battros yelled.

"Father of Aiolos," the god with a hammer steps forward. He's 20cm taller than Aiolos, with a long curly golden hair. On his right arm is his holy armament, a rose-golden color gauntlet that extends to his shoulders.

"Then, you can follow him to death!" Battros throws his Pairing Quadruple at the so-called Aiolos' father.

"Tiny achievement yield no prestige, junior. Honor is earned, not bought. With the heart as narrow as yours, your future is limited even if you enter the dark path," Aiolos' father said. Every single word from him is filled with wisdom as if he'd seen too much in this world.

"Quiet! I am the winner, not him!" Battros released his chaotic Godhood Power, eager to outdo what the god just said.

"Sweetheart, look at me," a goddess appeared beside Aiolos and gently fed him with a bottle of Middle-Heaven Potion. The miraculous potion brings Aiolos back to his feet once more while feeling greater than he was earlier.

"You are..." Aiolos felt a hint of intimacy with her by his side.

"I am your mother, Parthenos. An Upper-Tiered Wargod. The one fighting that young kid there is your father, Marcos, an Upper-Tiered Tool God." his mother's gentle voice came into Aiolos' hearing without the need to move her lips.

"Assemble." a gentle but firm voice echoed throughout the Sanctuary Square, increasing the overall statuses of both god and crest holders by 50%. This is the one and only unique grace of Parthenos, Warprep.

The strengthened residents of Southern Tianyuan Sanctuary fought like a wild beast to kick the invaders away from their safe haven. To them, the monster's place should always be inside the Heavenly Dungeon, and not outside on the surface of the Tianyuan Continent.

Aiolos searched for Tetros the moment he finished listening to what his mother has to say. But no matter where he looks, Tetros' silhouette seems to be missing from the battlefield.

"You don't need to be worried," Parthenos said. Pulling Aiolos up on his feet with just a finger, Parthenos smiled as words echoed inside Aiolos' ears.

"I know you have several questions to ask, but let's wait until this is over."

"Urgh!" Battros coughed some blood out as he rolled on the ground like a ball. It is a challenging battle for a lower-tiered god to fight against an opponent two ranks above him. Furthermore, Marcos' designation is not some random profession gods, but a God that supervising the others.

"Oh, looks like the situation is not as positive as I thought." Raven Sarira said as he appeared beside Marcos.

"Bam!" Marcos' holy armament immediately grabbed Raven Sarira as his captive. But like the body wasn't there to start with, the silhouette within his grasp fades like smoke.

"Parthenos." Marcos opened his right palm upwards. A ball of condensed Godhood Power wavered above his palm as he called his wife.

"Impudence!" another unique grace of Parthenos made it's appearance to the public. The Warsong dispels all types of magic from unfriendlies while giving another 50% bonus on top of the first grace.

Even Raven Sarira, with his power of prank, failed to resist this force. The gaseous form that protects him were dispelled, leaving only the shape of a flying infant right in front of the Ancient Gods.

"He reincarnated! Slay the evil spawn before he could grow up!" the Ancient Gods said.

"Parthenos, you're still as cheeky as ever." the gases appeared from the infant's back once more. The army of orcs burrows underground from a flick of Raven Sarira's finger before he pulled Battros along with him.

"Want to escape? Ask my hammer first!" suddenly, Marcos yelled. Godhood Power at least fifteen to twenty times greater than what Aiolos could darken the sky above them.

The illustration of a hammer as vast as a mountain descends downward at where Raven Sarira is flying. The moment that attack struck Raven Sarira, he released a howl, not even a monster could compare.

"Marcos! You... You!!!" Raven Sarira is gone from the sky before he finished what he's going to say.

And with the situation now is clear from external threat, the gods gathered their crest holders. Some remained, while some left. Although there's not a single casualty amongst the gods, close to 5,000 people have died in this battle.

The Ancient Gods returned to their seats quietly, while the parents from both male and female sides stand together.

"It was a great battle, Marcos, Parthenos." a goddess speaks the moment she removes her invisibility curtain. She's Helios, an Upper-Tiered Life God. Standing beside her quietly is Mercurious, an Upper-Tiered Star God.

"If Mercurious helps, that single strand of consciousness will die even before it knows why," Marcos said. But Tetros father, Mercurious, did not react even when the topic is related to him. After a while, he added something to clear things up.

"If I take action, the entire Southern is going to be destroyed. I don't want to hear southern nag."

"Crack..." Southern Ancient God held his fist tight after he heard what Mercurious just said.

"Anyway, how is Raven Sarira is still alive?" Helios asked. Between the four, she's the youngest, about a hundred years than Mercurious.

"Who knows? Perhaps that's the difference between Primordial God and Ancient God. Train more if you wanted to go up there and ask." Marcos answered.