Arc 3 Chapter 70 Hi

Pov first apostle third person

Two weapons met, once more. Creating a shockwave, destroying everything in it's path. The two enemies jumped back, with no winner. The distorted smile, of the man with a blood scythe. Angered the man with a spear. Once more they collided. Earthquakes ravaged the world. Humanity was beyond it's last leg. They had lost everything. Thanks to the man with a blood scythe.

Calling upon all his strength, the man with the spear launched again. Behind him was thousands of spears of water.

As the two monsters attacked each other, the world cracked. Lava started to flow through the cracks, as the man with the blood scythe laughed. Not bothering to dodge the spears of water.

The spears bounced of the man, as the fight continued. The spear user was growing more and more desperate. Each one of his attacks destroyed the world more and more. It couldn't hold the two powerhouses.

The spear user recklessly charged. He felt himself changing. He remembered all the times he did it when he was young. When he played with his sticks in his yard. Beating his little brother. Simple, he thought, as his spear met the scythe. Using his strength, he pushed the scythe back and kicked his enemy in the stomach. Not willing to stop, he followed after the flying enemy.

As he hit the ground, a giant crater was formed, while the force from the impact cracked the world. The spear user used millions of spears and combined them into one. The wings on his back disappeared, as he began to fall. Then the wings returned, launching him down. Pointing his spear down, he stabbed right through the scythe user, killing him. The energy and power behind the attack didn't stop at killing him and destroyed the world even further.

A giant hole, going right through earth, was all that was left. Lava engulfed the earth, as the man was on his knees. Tears streamed down his face, as he remembered all he lost.

" Why? Why me, I did everything you asked! I even took a turn for the better. I stopped eating all those corpses. So why, why do you punish me like this." The man said, as he punched himself, not wanting to hurt the earth even further. Tears in form of blood, fell down. He, like his enemy, was on his last leg. Almost all his body parts were failing him. He only had ten more minutes left to live. But he had to stay strong. He had to watch earth be destroyed. See the end of his actions. Face his crimes, even in death.

The lava started to bury him. Slowly burning him, Decreasing his life span to 9 minutes. He did nothing to stop it, believing he deserved this kind of end. He watched the crater he created, as lava flowed down the hole. Ending up, somewhere else on the world. He could feel the gravity mana starting to give up and turning stronger. Dragging the moon towards earth, at a very fast speed. In three minutes it would collide with earth and kill him. He was to weak, to handle a moon in the face, right now.

Blood was escaping his body, flowing out of random holes, like his nose and eyes. But also newly created ones, in the fight. His blood hit the lava, creating a hissing sound. That never stopped. But it brought harmony to his soul. As his final minutes, were the most peaceful ones in years.

Pov mc first person

I look away for 6 months and the world goes under. What happened? Deciding to figure that out, i replayed my worshipers memories.

Memories

Leif killed all the nightwalkers surrounding the other survivors, then he rescued them. After the rescue, they partied and were happy to be alive. Leifs group gained a bunch of new members and he started to expand the dungeon. He did many tests, like killing a nightwalker inside the dungeon. By doing so he found out that you gain some energy from it. So he started bringing nightwalkers to kill in the dungeon. Months passed and the dungeon grew. The survivors had created a farm and different ways to gain food. They had gained enormous rooms thanks to the dungeon. The dungeon helped them make none corrupted dirt, which helped them tremendously. Slowly but surely, they created a home. Some fell in love and made the other pregnant. But Ragnar didn't, he focused on power and safety. He would keep them safe, all of them.

By putting the burden of all their lives at his shoulders, he worked himself to the bone. Day by day, the dungeon grew stronger with him and he started to actually spawn monsters. He first tested if it would attack the inhabitants and it didn't. This made him happy and he started to make it spawn monsters and increase it's size. While all of this was happening he never slept. Only trained and worked. It got so bad, that he collapsed at the third month. But no one noticed he was gone, not even Elenor. They had all gained their own lives.

When he woke up, no one was there to greet him. But he didn't care, he was happy about it. But deep down, it saddened him. Several more weeks passed and he finally reached S rank. Never stopping to breath, he continued to work, knowing he no longer needed sleep. The dungeon had become a powerhouse, unbeknownst to anyone else. He was fighting for their lives. Everyday, he would fight hundreds of A rank monsters, after their lives. He would knock them out and bring them to the secret entrance, he created many months ago. To do his job undisturbed. Many more weeks passed and he finally reached S+. He was much stronger and went to hunt an S rank nightwalker. He knew only five existed in this world, so he went on a journey. He knew they wouldn't miss him. They had forgotten him, moved on with their lives.

Many days later, he returned, dragging an unconscious S rank. But he stopped in front of the normal entrance. He couldn't feel the dungeon, or the people. Dropping the nightwalker he ran in, only to see all he worked for gone. On a house sat a man, around him was all the survivors and in his hand was the dungeon core, in several pieces.

He looked at the man, for many minutes before, he slowly called forth his spear. His hair shock, as the air around him changed. The whole world started to shake, as his eyes turned black. So did his hair and body. Black wings appeared on his back, as his powers skyrocketed to EX. Chaos became a part of him, for but a moment, corrupting the world and breaking it. Slowly his powers lowered reaching SSS and stoping there. The man responsible for all of this laughed and praised him. Happy with the turn of events and so the fight started. The two fought for five days, destroying the world several times, but restoring it, thanks to chaos. Until Leif finally won and stopped holding the world together. Making it collapse.

Back to mc

Knowing what happened, i quickly transported him to the second realm and healed him. His powers would be EX rank when he woke up. If he did, that fate will decide.

Pov first apostle first person

I woke up, something i thought i never would do again. In the hast of waking up, i tried to move my body. Cracking noises reached my ears, making me open my eyes hastily.

I was blinded by sunlight, shocking me further. Deciding to stand up, cracks appeared all over me, as i left my dried blood. That had created a puddle. Looking at he mess, i was shocked. How was i even alive. That had to be over a hundred liters of blood. I noticed fresh blood, leaving some wounds, seems they haven't healed yet. Using healing magic, i tried to remove the wounds. But they didn't disappear and only continued. Using ice, i blocked the wounds, before sitting down again. My mind was calm, for someone who lost everything. I truly am disgusting. I thought, abusing myself even more.

Because of me, everyone died. If I didn't leave, to hunt an S rank, to prove to myself my growth. Then everyone would still be alive. Earth wouldn't be destroyed.

I started walking, but was stoped by some weird animal. It had a huge tail and was hundreds of meters tall. But i simply killed it, with wave of my hand. The monster exploded into a cloud of blood, as i walked past it. My figure was distorted, like i was a monster, out to kill. Which i admit i am.

Blood flowed, as i killed everything in sight, until i saw something weird. A floating island, which screamed of life. With my eyesight, i could see a bunch of angels? Shocked with what i saw, i created wings and flew up.

Within a millisecond i was at the top, creating a sonic bomb from my speed. The problem was, that the island shock from it. Leading to all the angels looking at me.

" Excuse me sir, could you control your strength? Not everyone here is a fake god yet." A women angel said, as she walked towards me, with fear in her eyes. Not wanting to scare them, i landed and canceled my wings.

" Fake god?"

" Yes, your EX rank, right?" Looking at my status, i froze.

" Yes i am, but i just got here. Can you tell me the rules of the city?"

" Yes of course sir, I wouldn't dare reject you!"

" Cool, than go ahead, tell me the rules."

" okey, this city worships Ragnar and Isabella. We are peaceful people and don't wage wars. We are worshipers of the justice faction and therefor there are no crimes in the city. Because we put them down quickly. The strongest beings allowed on the island are the EX+. Because demigods and demigiants have to create their own little religion, before they ascend, so they don't need help from the other gods and goddesses and giants. The rules here are as follow. Don't abuse your power, don't kill, or steal anyone's possessions. Other than that, you can do about anything. Put to be a member of our society, you have to worship a god or goddess of the justice faction. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to find out who you worship." She said, as she took out a statue, of Ragnar and some other goddess.

Knowing what i had to do, i touched the stone, making it shine blue.

" You are a worshiper of Ragnar. Your kind will always be welcomed here, even if your human." After she said that, i got a dangerous glint in my eye.

" What did you say about humans? Is there something wrong with being human. I'll have you know, that Ragnar was once a human!" I said, in a thunderous voice, making all the people stop and look at me.

" And who are you to claim Ragnar's origin." A big breasted elf, with blue hair said, looking rather upset.

" Who are you to speak to me. I can't be bothered by unreasonable people like you. I come to this city and I'm greeted with racism. I didn't know Ragnar stood for that." I said, this seemed to upset the elf even more.

" I am Elin, apostle of Ragnar. I will not stand here and let you slander his name." She said, as she created spears of water. Something i laughed at. So what if she's an apostle. If Ragnar really wants her to live, than he better stop this. I summoned my trusty spear and looked at it. My only remembrance of my home. The weapon her very god gave to me. Grabbing it firmly, i attacked. Sending the Elin elf flying. But she returned, angrier than before.

" Who gave you that spear?" She asked, demanding to know.

" Ragnar." I answered, not bothering to explain anything else. I once more launched myself forward, ready to kill her.

" That's enough." A beautiful voice said, as a women stopped my blade.

" Greetings Leif, first apostle of Ragnar. I am Mirella first worshiper of Ragnar, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!"

( Author here: omg they met. Anyways soon volume 3 will end and volume 4 starts. So look forward to that. Anyways, power stones and reviews, please. Author out :) )