NOVGO.NET Chapter 782 Bradley Falls
Chapter 782: 782 Bradley Falls
“Earth is not a permanent home, only the end of my campaign. If you lose to me, do not call it unfair.”
A million white divine bolts poured down. Taran stood like a reborn thunder god, every word and motion a decree from the heavens.
His gaze locked on the only enemy who mattered, the one who truly threatened life and death.
For Earth’s people drowning in despair, he was their only god, the god of hope, the god of war, the master who walked out of chaos.
The mortal god.
Unmoved, Taran watched the blazing sword light fall at his feet, fade, and die into silence.
“Bradley.”
“No.”
“Dad…”
Grief spread through the Godslayer army like a forbidden curse.
Isla broke down in sobs. Madman fell to his knees and wailed. He and Bradley had fought like cats and dogs, yet now Madman’s heart felt pierced by a thousand arrows.
“I am the chaos god. This cannot be. This will not happen.”
Orson stared blankly. The pain cut to the bone. The heart he thought ironclad shattered to pieces.
“Goddamn it.”
Bradley’s body was charred black. Clutching a broken sword, he crawled across the ground. His vision blurred. His mind flickered.
The shouts of his comrades filled his ears, ragged and hoarse, refusing to let his will to live go out.
He forced his mouth open and pulled a crooked smile. “Can’t chop off your head myself. A real shame.”
HP 23 percent.
HP 15 percent.
HP 7 percent.
Within Wrath of the Thunder God, no one could do anything, not even Earth’s archmages whom they trusted with everything.
“I am sorry, brother.”
Orson’s eyes were blood red. Bloody tears ran to his lips and dripped to the ground. Shame crushed him. He had not been a worthy elder brother.
In past life and now, whatever abyss he fell into, Bradley had always stood at his side.
Yet as Bradley suffered torture and faced certain death, all Orson could feel was despair.
He could not accept it.
“Small and fearless is not your fault. You simply are not where I stand. You cannot imagine the gap between us, just as I cannot fathom why you ever thought he could defeat me.”
Taran reveled in victory. Aurex’s death had stirred him for a moment, nothing more.
He cared more for the godly power surging through him, wave after wave.
Even if the inheritance slowed, he had tasted it, the joy of mastering everything.
He was the eternal tyrant, fate clenched in his hand. Nothing mattered more.
Bradley looked back at familiar faces and murmured, “Vanessa… Isla, Orson, you dog of a Madman. Farewell.”
He stroked his armor and smiled. “They will come to save you. Do not be afraid.”
Lightning flashed in his hand as he pulled free, stepping out of the SSS rank war art’s strike zone.
“My lord, you would leave me…”
Cecil reverted to her true form, a breath from death. Her dragon eyes were wide with disbelief and pain at the sight of this strange master.
Bradley nodded with gratitude. The smile on his face froze.
HP bar emptied.
Godslayer’s legendary warrior fell.
The silence was the sound of infinite rage brewing.
“Kill them all. Kill them all. Kill, kill.”
Orson’s eyes were scarlet. He howled and laughed by turns.
“Do not let that bastard get away.”
“At any cost, life or death be damned. For Bradley’s revenge, for our fallen brothers and sisters, kill.”
Honor Bradley.
Bradley had not ended. He had begun.
In a heartbeat, chaos light blazed over Forever City. The aura that rose shook heaven and made ghosts weep. Killing intent took shape like a sword to erase all life.
In a thousand years of warring across the galaxy’s worlds, no one had seen challengers this mad.
The sun set, and they turned the night sky into day.
Hellfire churned above. Dragons roared.
Warships fell one after another under Aeloria’s claws, crushed into heaps of metal.
However strong the otherworld trialists were, ice crawled down their spines. They had underestimated these people’s strength and resolve. A comrade’s death only fed the slaughter.
“Ram them to hell.”
Old Yin roared. The Celestial Fortress screamed as dragons dragged it, turning it into a meteor that smashed down toward Forever City, vowing to grind enemies to dust.
Battle logs rolled, corpses carpeted the ground, and one word burned in the coalition’s minds: kill.
“They have gone insane. A single god-tier challenger died and they would burn with us.”
A god’s avatar whispered, trembling, and fled its host, too frightened to stay.
An infant god-realm, yet now a graveyard for the mighty.
Wrath of the Thunder God neared its end. Taran’s eyes held no ripple. He knew enemies waited to take their revenge, yet he showed no panic at all.
“My lord.”
Hobilarze glanced at Taran with relief and stood firm with the other divine wills to block for him.
A sector-spanning portal unfurled. Their contingency was ready, prepared to whisk Taran away at any moment.
“Believe me. From this moment, the galaxy will burn.”
Orson’s voice was calm as he judged the lives of billions. Earth had been ravaged by invaders.
He was not one for mending broken things.
He excelled at destruction.
“Chaos Domain, Supreme Firepower.”
Orson clenched his war staff. Elemental torrents answered his call, sweeping down to lock every target in sight.
Chaos Hurricane Spear.
Chaos Judging Flame.
“I have fulfilled my mission. Orson, you lost.”
Hobilarze laughed freely as chaos tempests howled. The divine weapon’s unbreakable body shattered at once.
Orson raised his hand. A thread of golden sand scattered on the wind.
Seven radiant avatars closed in, hurling their strongest strikes with everything they had.
Clang.
Chaos sword aura sang and swept.
Blood mist surged behind him. Critical strike. Instant kill.
The Chaos Sword warped, and a surge of sacred chaos light pinned two avatars in place.
They shattered the chaos prison in an instant, a cage that would bind others for over ten seconds. Spells flared to life as they opened with killing blows at Orson.
“Out.”
He switched back to the war staff. Light blazed. Casting broke under his will.
He flowed between roles without a seam. The chaos bulwark crashed outward, hurling them back as Aeloria dove and clamped both in her talons.
Chaos orbs poured down, clashing with death-dragon breath and detonating in annihilation waves.
Dead.
Critical hit minus four million.
Crippling hit minus fifteen million.
But the avatars were veterans beyond counting. They seized the space of a blink.
A gray light sliced across Orson’s fingers. Half his hand turned to mist and vanished.
The staff spun free and morphed into a dagger. Orson slipped into the void and reappeared behind the attacker.
“A god from the Skyscar world. I will find your true body.”
In the reflection of terrified eyes, Orson’s blade plunged into a throat. He flicked his wrists. The head fell in pieces like a smashed melon.
“You are strong, but only for now. Farewell, old foe.”
Taran watched with a smile. He was not surprised at Orson’s unmatched ferocity. Years ago he had seen it himself.
He was the Triple Crown winner of the US scene, the one who almost toppled Sword Soul’s royal dynasty.
“Farewell.”
Just as Taran stepped into the portal, a cold voice whispered in his ear.
“When did you start thinking you had the right to see him again.”
A wet crack sounded. Taran stared at his chest. A strange dagger was buried to the hilt.
“God-Slaying Sword. Ha. Pity I wear a divine body. A mortal trinket cannot hurt me much.”
He blinked, then laughed at the shadow before him.
The ancient relic that could nullify god-tier stats and HP had shaved off some health and imposed a token restraint. Nothing more.
“So long as you cannot leave, that is enough.”
The ghostly voice made Orson freeze for a heartbeat.
“Demonic Domain, Descent of Myriad Realms.”
A rain of black arrows fell from the sky, swelling geometrically as they neared their target.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Black arrow peaks punched into the portal. The earth groaned.
The Rainbow Corridor itself, a divine weapon, was supposed to be indestructible, yet its gate warped and twisted as endless demon shadows jammed it from within.
“I told you. I would return.”
A familiar, arrogant voice carried from the far sky.
At the same time, a palace steeped in demonic aura emerged from the clouds.