System's POV

Chapter 1324: There Is Always A Heaven Beyond The Heavens [Part 1]

The four Demigods looked at the teenage boy with a grim expression.

Thirteen had just been at their complete mercy earlier. But in the blink of an eye, the tables have turned.

The sword wielder, Malgrux, glanced at his allies, who were also thinking about how they’d overcome the current situation.

But before they could even come up with a solution, the fourth Demigod, who had used the fire dragon earlier, found himself staring at a hand that pierced from behind his back.

That hand now held a beating heart, and not long later, he coughed a mouthful of blood.

“Ah, right. I didn’t ask for your name,” Thirteen said calmly. “Well, not that it matters. You’re already dead.”

The teenage boy then crushed the heart, blood splattering on the face of a Demigod who died just like that.

Thirteen casually tossed the corpse to the side, but as he did, countless black hands grabbed hold of it.

Thirteen watched as the black coffin, where the blue baby slime was perched, casually gobbled the Demigod inside of it.

The corner of Erasmus’s lips twitched after seeing this scene.

He wanted to say, “Bro, that’s mine, you know?” but seeing that the corpse had already entered the coffin, where only pitch-black darkness could be seen, the Lord of Death knew that his chance to raise a powerful Undead was now gone.

Thirteen looked at the black coffin and watched it burp as if it had eaten something good.

The blue baby slime, perched on top of it, blinked innocently before averting her gaze.

Clearly, she was pretending like she hadn’t seen anything, which made Maple and Cinnamon giggle, amused at how sly Eiko had become.

Thirteen also understood that Erasmus couldn’t revive a Demigod Level Undead.

If he wanted to, he must first become at least a High Archon. If he forced himself to revive such a powerful creature, there was a chance that it would not obey his orders and even attack him.

Erasmus also knew this, but he’d been willing to take that gamble. After all, a Demigod Undead was still a Demigod.

Even if its Rank were to drop to a Fiend or a Celestial after a successful reanimation, it would still be a powerful subordinate. Its might alone would allow the Lord of Death to become a Warlord anywhere in Pangea or Solterra.

“I’ll let you have that, but the rest are mine, okay?” Thirteen said calmly.

The Black Coffin nodded in understanding before flying toward the Devourer, who had now completely regenerated.

Countless black hands bound the annoying Demigod, whose regeneration ability was truly impeccable.

The lid of the black coffin flew up and started smacking the living sh*t out of the Devourer, who refused to die no matter what.

Eiko joined the literal face slapping using its Golden Hammer.

Clearly, the two were calling dibs on the Devourer, planning to take it down so that they could “rightfully” claim it as their own.

Thirteen didn’t mind since there were three more Demigods left.

The sword wielder, Malgrux.

The mace wielder, Zerathun.

And the unarmed combat master, who uses fists, Irradun.

“Wait!” Korath shouted. “You win. We will no longer interfere with this world. Just let us leave in peace and Lord Kaelor will owe you a favo—”

Before even the Commander of the Kaelor’s Fifth Army Division finished whatever he was going to say, his head exploded.

Standing by his side, Regulus cried out in shock and fear.

“I don’t need favors from your puny Warlord,” Thirteen said with arrogance. “Since all of you came here to die, all of you will die. Period.”

Suddenly, a powerful pressure descended from the red portal, and the tip of a giant red spear emerged from it.

“Arrogant fool! You dare look down on me, the Great Kaelor?! You’re not the only Pseudo God here!”

Kaelor was also a Pseudo God, but crossing over to Artem was not possible due to his current rank.

Sending Demigods to descend upon the world was already the limit, and it was impossible for him to go there personally.

“Why should I look up at a mere Pseudo God?” Thirteen asked in contempt. “I wiped the floor with a God. Do you think you’re worthy to challenge me?”

The System God’s lips twitched after hearing the arrogant declaration of his no-good son.

However, he couldn’t refute it. When he and Thirteen had fought in the Temple of Courage, the one who won that battle was none other than the black sheep of his family.

Both of them had the same rank, so there was no excuse for his loss.

Since the teenage boy was telling the truth, Deus Ex Machina merely snorted and continued to watch as the drama unfolded.

“Be destroyed alongside your world!” Kaelor roared as the tip of the spear finally managed to break free from the restraints of the red portal that bound it.

This Pseudo-Divine weapon was soulbound to Kaelor, so he could easily retrieve it later, even when separated by a great distance.

The giant spear that was at least three hundred meters long looked like a giant tower that fell from the sky, targeting a teenager who looked minuscule in front of it.

The Demigods rejoiced, for their Warlord had finally shown his powers. With this, they believed that they would survive this calamity.

At least, that was what they thought.

All of their eyes widened in shock when they saw that the tip of the spear was blocked by a single fingertip, not even able to pierce through that smooth, fleshy skin.

“You’re so proud of this third-rate Pseudo-Weapon?” Thirteen’s words were filled with disdain. “Is this where you got your confidence from?”

For a System that had awarded Divine Weapons, Armors, and Artifacts to many of his Hosts, the giant spear of destruction he had blocked so casually was nothing but a piece of trash in his eyes.

“I guess I’ll give this to Rhia to play with,” Thirteen muttered before he pinched the tip of the spear.

A moment later, a thunderous scream reverberated across the battlefield. Thirteen had extinguished the part of the owner’s soul from the weapon, which made the Warlord named Kaelor feel indescribable pain.

The backlash he received made him cough a mouthful of blood from the infernal realm.

He looked at Thirteen in disbelief, then at the giant spear, which shrank until it was only the size of a small red ruler with a pointed tip.

“Y-You! How dare you take something from me?!” Kaelor’s hateful shout reached everyone’s ears.

“Do you have any more trash with you?” Thirteen asked. “Throw them my way. Although they are trash, some people will think of them as priceless treasures in this world. Come on, spill them out.”

Kaelor’s angry roar descended from the sky, overwhelming others with pressure.

Even the soldiers from his army weren’t spared. Every single one of them fell from the sky, crashing toward the ground as if the gravity had increased tenfold.

The Fist Master, Irrudun, took this opportunity to use a spatial artifact to teleport himself a hundred miles away from where he had stood earlier.

After seeing that even his warlord was unable to kill the foe before them, he decided to retreat and hide until he found a way to return to the Infernal Realm in the Abyss.

Just when he thought that he was already safe after making his escape, he felt something pierce his back and burst out from his chest.

“T-This can’t be…” Irrudun muttered in despair as the spear Thirteen had transformed into the size of a small ruler hovered in front of him.

The Demigod then gazed down on his chest and saw a foot-wide hole in it, through which the spear had pierced cleanly.

A despairing chuckle escaped his lips before he crashed to the ground, dead.

He was once a proud Demigod who could move unhindered to any world he visited.

But now, he died so casually in the hands of the System of Cannon Fodders, who would not let any of them live under the same sky.