Chapter 2428: The Beginning Of The End [9]

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Thor leaped into the skies, thundering with immense primordial power. He swung his giant spiritual hammer toward Oberon. A massive thunderbolt struck the fairy king the moment the hammer neared him, shaking the entire Underworld.

BOOOMMM!!!

"Hahah... Yes, this thunder. I remember it well."

"Huh?!"

Thor’s eyes widened as Oberon emerged from the smoke. Half his body had been burned to a crisp, yet he showed no pain. The charred flesh sloughed away as his body regenerated rapidly.

"You?!"

"I’ve reached a new level of strength, my dear brother. I’ve prepared well over these hundreds of thousands of years. All for this moment. I’ve made sure no one can stop me now."

Oberon’s right hand suddenly swelled into a massive, bulky arm. He punched Thor downward with devastating force. The Soul of the Primordial God coughed up his own Soul Essence as he crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact.

CRAAASH!

The earth shattered into a gigantic spiderweb crater. Thor felt dizzy. Cracks appeared across his soul—something he had never experienced since arriving in the Underworld to repent.

FLASH!

"Ungh?!"

Thor’s eyes widened. The Ancient God of Thunder saw Oberon appear directly in front of him. The golden staff glowed with primordial magic, aimed at Thor’s head.

"Completely powerless, huh? Oh, how the tables have turned. I still remember when you were so much stronger than me. When you bullied me every time Father forced us to spar. Remember those times, Thor? I do. I remember them every single day."

"Brother...! Loki, listen...! I am sorry! There isn’t a single day I don’t regret what I did before!"

"Aw, do you truly mean it?"

Oberon smiled viciously. His staff glowed brighter, pressed against Thor’s forehead.

"Then die for me."

"THOR!!!"

Baldr screamed, unleashing dozens of arrows from afar. Each one blazed with Primordial Sunflare and Sunlight, exploding with tremendous force and pushing Oberon back just before he could obliterate Thor’s head.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"Baldr! You saved me, brother," Thor said, rising with a sigh and gripping his hammer tightly.

"Loki! Do we really have to do this again?!" Baldr pleaded. "Please reconsider. There must be another way! There’s always another way!"

"No, there isn’t. And I’m sick of waiting. I’ve waited long enough!"

Oberon charged, crashing against both brothers. Explosions of thunder, sunlight, and darkness erupted as his staff radiated abyssal energies, releasing black clouds that devoured all magic. They negated Thor’s thunderous attacks and Baldr’s sun arrows.

The two war gods refused to yield. They surrounded Oberon, evading his strikes and countering together. Their teamwork was flawless. They stayed one step ahead, predicting his movements and fighting as one.

"How amusing! My two dear brothers, War Gods who reveled in battle, always rivals vying for Father’s attention...! Now you cooperate, fighting as one! I wonder—if Odin were here, would he weep with joy? Or mock you for being so weak you need someone to cover your back?"

"You’re stuck in the past, Loki!"

"You speak of these things as if they happened yesterday... It has been millions of years since then!"

Thor and Baldr pressed Oberon relentlessly, clashing against him. Yet Oberon countered swiftly with blazing claws, masterful swordsmanship, and overwhelming magic. They reached a stalemate, but Oberon was gradually gaining the upper hand. His regeneration and stamina simply outmatched theirs.

Meanwhile, Drake wasn’t idle. He battled the horrors Oberon’s magic had unleashed—pitch-black and red portals birthing endless clones or worse. This time, they weren’t mere demons or chaos spirits but twisted fusions, some manifesting as titans or dragons—genuine souls he had devoured and enslaved eternally.

Corrupted by demonic and chaotic energies, they roared monstrously and assaulted the Death Dragons with overwhelming strength. The Death Dragons, led by Hel, roared in defiance, unleashing potent Death Magic that eradicated their victims’ souls with every strike.

Drake found himself in the heart of this war, wiping out hundreds of Oberon’s clones while watching Thor and Baldr hold the fairy king at bay—for now. He knew he had to join them soon.

"Thank you for your help, Dragon King! Thor and Baldr have been with us for a long time. They’ve trained for this moment over thousands of years! But Oberon... he has only grown stronger than I ever imagined!" Hel’s voice echoed in Drake’s soul. "You managed to keep up with him?"

"Barely, but I’m still discovering what I can do," Drake replied. "If only I had more time...!"

"Time is not something I can grant you... However, I can aid you in other ways," Hel said. Her powers surged, flowing into Drake’s body and soul. "I am the only one whose Primordial Power you have not received. Take it now, along with a gift from me."

"What?!" Drake’s eyes widened as a powerful surge of new Primordial Energy coursed through him.

A new Divinity and Divine Ability emerged, quickly absorbed by his Ascendancy Law Rings.

But above all...

BA DUM!

BA DUM!

BA DUM!

He felt it!

A missing piece, the final fragment he hadn’t even realized he needed.

Though he had mastered all bloodlines, Hel was the one Dragon Mother whose power had been absent.

Deep within his being, the roots he had seen began growing again.

Just when he thought they had reached their limit, they expanded further. From these roots, new power surged.

The roots converged in one place, concentrating everything and refining it endlessly.

Drake felt it in his soul and body. Rainbow-colored circuits began appearing across his entire being.

But that was not all. Hel’s "gift" was something entirely different.

FLASH!

"Huh?!"

Drake’s consciousness was suddenly pulled elsewhere, into a completely desolate realm resembling the Underworld.

But it wasn’t the real world, nor his Divine Realm.

"What is this place?"

Amidst the darkness, a tall figure stepped forward. She was a beautiful woman with pale white skin and long gray hair.

Black scales covered most of her slender, curvaceous body. She had wide hips, a generous chest, and glowing, mysterious red eyes.

Black horns, sharp claws, large black wings, and a long tail adorned her humanoid form. She stood over twenty meters tall.

This was...

"Welcome, Drake. I have gifted you a fragment of myself. I call this the Void Realm—a Primordial Realm of the Mind. This is where I have meditated for eons."

"You’re... Hel?!"

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