Chapter 37 — Beast Among Men
The immortals began to fall rapidly.
Earlier, whenever celestial gods attacked, the mythic gods stepped in to protect the lower ranks, shielding them from overwhelming destruction.
But now, everything had changed.
The mythic gods themselves had lost control.
They were consumed by the madness of battle.
They no longer cared about protecting anyone.
Attacks rained down from every direction—mythic gods, epic gods, higher gods, medium gods, even lower gods—all unleashing their power without restraint.
The fragile balance collapsed.
The barriers around immortals shattered like glass.
Nameless immediately realized the danger.
The teleportation system he created required a fraction of a second to activate.
But in this battlefield, even that tiny delay was enough.
A single attack from an epic or higher god could erase an immortal instantly.
So Nameless moved.
He didn't rely on teleportation anymore.
He flew directly into the battlefield.
His speed was beyond comprehension.
Even though he was using only basic spirit energy—the lowest form of cultivation energy used by mortals—his movements surpassed divine perception.
He moved so fast that even Astriel and Varnesh couldn't see him clearly.
One moment, an immortal stood on the battlefield.
The next moment, they were gone.
Safe.
Saved.
Both celestial gods sensed it.
They realized something terrifying.
"If he can move like this with spirit energy alone… what happens if he uses divine energy?"
The thought itself was unsettling.
The world might not even withstand that speed.
Meanwhile, Astriel and Varnesh abandoned all restraint.
They no longer cared about their armies.
They no longer cared about the battlefield.
They trusted one thing.
Nameless would save whoever needed saving.
That belief freed them.
Until now, they had been holding back.
Thirty percent of their power.
Now, they unleashed everything.
Astriel summoned his true spear.
Until now, both of them had been fighting bare-handed, forming energy weapons mid-battle.
But this was different.
These were their real weapons.
Weapons capable of shaking heaven itself.
They charged at each other with terrifying speed.
Astriel leaped forward.
Varnesh responded instantly.
Both hurled their spears at the same time.
The moment the spears collided, the explosion was catastrophic.
It was like ten suns erupting at once.
The force threw both of them back toward the edges of the barrier.
At the last moment, they stabilized themselves and avoided crashing into it.
The shockwave spread across the battlefield.
Lower gods were nearly wiped out instantly.
Immortals barely survived.
Only because one epic god was still protecting them from complete annihilation.
Otherwise, that single clash would have erased them entirely.
To Astriel and Varnesh, such destruction meant nothing.
An exploding sun in front of their faces felt like a minor scratch.
Their divine bodies and armor were simply too strong.
They drew their swords.
Astriel's blade radiated brilliant light.
Varnesh's sword carried a dark, ominous aura.
They clashed again.
Faster.
Sharper.
More violent.
Each strike carried unimaginable power.
When their swords collided, the resulting shockwave threatened to wipe out everything nearby.
But before it could spread—
Nameless intervened.
Silently.
He blocked the shockwave.
He ensured it never reached the weaker fighters.
No one saw it happen.
Except a few.
Astriel noticed.
Varnesh noticed.
Some high-ranking gods noticed.
But none of them spoke.
Because it didn't break any rules.
Nameless could easily justify his actions.
And even if they questioned him…
What could they do?
The battle continued.
Ryder Voidbane and Zephyron Skyrend were still fighting without pause.
Both had pushed themselves beyond their limits.
Their bodies were torn, blood covering them completely.
Yet neither stepped back.
They fired arrows relentlessly, each one aimed to end the other.
They were destroying themselves just to land one decisive strike.
The immortals, too, had gone completely mad.
No one retreated.
No one hesitated.
Everyone fought like lunatics.
In the center of it all, Astriel and Varnesh stood facing each other once more.
Both were breathing heavily.
Astriel had a deep cut across his body.
Varnesh bore a similar wound, carved at a different angle.
Their armor was damaged.
Their bodies were wounded.
But their eyes…
Burned brighter than ever.
The battle was far from over.