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Chapter 885 - 886: Fall Of God · Oct 23, 2026

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851 Chapter 851 - 852: A Wisp 2026-10-23
852 Chapter 852 - 853: Shockwave 2026-10-23
853 Chapter 853 - 854: Names And Memories 2026-10-23
854 Chapter 854 - 855: You 2026-10-23
855 Chapter 855 - 856: Gravity 2026-10-23
856 Chapter 856 - 857: High And Gone 2026-10-23
857 Chapter 857 - 858: The Woman Who Suffered 2026-10-23
858 Chapter 858 - 859: Closure 2026-10-23
859 Chapter 859 - 860: Experienced With Selfishness 2026-10-23
860 Chapter 860 - 861: She Knows 2026-10-23
861 Chapter 861 - 862: The Malcrist 2026-10-23
862 Chapter 862 - 863: I Can Explain 2026-10-23
863 Chapter 863 - 864: Catching Up 2026-10-23
864 Chapter 864 - 865: Wisp In The Metaverse 2026-10-23
865 Chapter 865 - 866: Odds And Allies 2026-10-23
866 Chapter 866 - 867: Anyone’s Gamble 2026-10-23
867 Chapter 867 - 868: Falling Out 2026-10-23
868 Chapter 868 - 869: A Man Who Must Leave 2026-10-23
869 Chapter 869 - 870: Products 2026-10-23
870 Chapter 870 - 871: Shadow Drones 2026-10-23
871 Chapter 871 - 872: A Splendid Dream 2026-10-23
872 Chapter 872 - 873: And Then— 2026-10-23
873 Chapter 873 - 874: Limits Of A God 2026-10-23
874 Chapter 874 - 875: Battle Of Gods 2026-10-23
875 Chapter 875 - 876: Taking Charge 2026-10-23
876 Chapter 876 - 877: First Line 2026-10-23
877 Chapter 877 - 878: High Prophet 2026-10-23
878 Chapter 878 - 879: His Return 2026-10-23
879 Chapter 879 - 880: Within This Room 2026-10-23
880 Chapter 880 - 881: Rules Of The Room 2026-10-23
881 Chapter 881 - 882: A Full Time Job 2026-10-23
882 Chapter 882 - 883: No Gods Under The Heavens 2026-10-23
883 Chapter 883 - 884: Curse 2026-10-23
884 Chapter 884 - 885: Less Than A Passing Thought 2026-10-23
885 Chapter 885 - 886: Fall Of God 2026-10-23
886 Chapter 886 - 887: Those For Or Against 2026-10-23
887 Chapter 887 - 888: Choice Was An Illusion 2026-10-23
888 Chapter 888 - 889: Remember Me 2026-10-23
889 Chapter 889 - 890: A Paradox With Beginning 2026-10-23
890 Chapter 890 - 891: Black Death 2026-10-23
891 Chapter 891 - 892: Deathless Strikes Back 2026-10-23
892 Chapter 892 - 893: Second Time In History 2026-10-23
893 Chapter 893 - 894: All Good Things 2026-10-23
894 Chapter 894 - 895: L.A.Z.A.R.A.K 2026-10-23
895 Chapter 895 - 896: Calm Days Wither 2026-10-23
896 Chapter 896 - 897: Road Trip 2026-10-23
897 Chapter 897 - 898: The Pool 2026-10-23
898 Chapter 898 - 899: Holy Child 2026-10-23
899 Chapter 899 - 900: My Child 2026-10-23
900 Chapter 900 - 901: Into Difficult Times 2026-10-23

Chapter 885: Chapter 886: Fall Of God

He had a deep gash along his side, blood pooling faster than he could stop it.

His breathing was heavy. Half of the pillars in the white room were gone, shattered completely, and the walls had collapsed, exposing the outside world.

Both of his newly formed demon horns were broken. He had used them as weapons.

He gasped as the space in front of him folded inward.

Lilith Astranova stood there.

“How many times have you fought me before,” she asked coldly. “Figuring out my tactics before I even use them.”

Her green eyes remained devoid of warmth.

The magic circle beneath Damon’s feet shrank further, guttering like a dying flame. Smaller and smaller it became, while glowing runes began appearing across Damon’s body and in Sylvia’s hands.

Lilith was the core offensive anchor of the spell.

In her hand, the runes condensed into a cursed tool.

It took the shape of a twisted dagger, radiating white light as symbols flickered across its surface. Within it, Damon could see hundreds of screaming souls writhing beneath the blade.

“This dagger only needs one final sacrifice,” Lilith said flatly. “The death of a god.”

Damon nodded, then slowly equipped his helm, sealing his face behind it along with his broken horns.

“Fine,” he said calmly. “Then I will defeat you before it is finished.”

Lilith did not respond.

She simply looked up, her hands slick with blood.

Then the upper region of the tower exploded.

The structure was ripped apart entirely as the outside wind roared in.

Damon raised his head, eyes widening.

He was not the only one who saw it.

Across the battlefield, fighting stopped. Everyone stared upward.

A chain stretched into the heavens, impossibly vast, pulled taut by a massive form of darkness. With every pull, the sky itself descended.

The sun and clouds were falling.

The heavens were being dragged down.

And with them, the gods who fought above.

Seraph Null struggled against the descent, his remaining wings flapping relentlessly as his colossal form tried to force the heavens back upward.

It was futile.

It was like pushing against an invisible wall.

His wings bent and cracked. His chained body groaned under the weight. Blood rained from the sky, and where it touched the earth, the land warped. Flowers of steel and chains bloomed from the soil.

Still, the fall did not stop.

Below, Abellona stood frozen.

“Is this the power of a god.”

The heavens crushed everything that stood tall.

The top of the Black Tower shattered, crumbling as the sky was dragged lower and lower by Lazarak’s spell.

Until it gave way entirely.

Leaving only the floor where Damon was fighting Lilith and Sylvia, the elixir glowing behind them, shimmering faintly.

Then Seraph Null fell.

With no wings left to carry him and his body battered beyond recognition, his form shrank as he crashed into the tower floor.

Moments later, the mass of darkness that was Lazarak also fell, slamming down as a shapeless tide of shadow.

Darkness spread across the ground, swallowing the space.

On the opposite side, Seraph Null had reverted into a massive ball of chains, nearly ten meters wide.

Damon ignored him.

He rushed toward Lazarak, kneeling beside the writhing darkness.

The shadow gathered, forming a face.

Lazarak smiled weakly.

“I will be fine,” he said softly. “This is nothing. Just give me a minute.”

Damon nodded.

Then he saw Sylvia and Lilith rushing toward Seraph Null.

Sylvia cast a supporting spell, and Lilith raised her hand.

Void Scythe.

Seraph Null was too weak to move as they approached.

“You dare, mortals,” he cried weakly. “Have you gone mad. I am a god. A god.”

He tried to inch away as the void gathered.

“How does a mortal wield a skill with a god’s authority.”

Lilith did not hesitate.

She brought the scythe down.

The space rippled.

Seraph Null trembled as terror consumed his inhuman form.

“You mortal,” he gasped. “If I die, this world dies with me.”

Lilith looked at him coldly, then raised the dagger forged from the spell.

“I do not care what happens to the likes of you.”

She plunged the dagger into the chains.

Seraph Null’s soul was drawn out, absorbed screaming into the blade.

Lilith collapsed to her knees as her lifespan began to drain, half of it flowing into the dagger.

Sylvia fared no better. Half of her life was taken as well. She coughed blood and nearly fell before gripping Lilith’s shoulder.

“I,” she whispered. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Lilith turned, glancing toward Damon who was standing still covered in his own blood.

Runes gathered and condensed over his chest.

“He is giving me no choice,” she said quietly. “I am not going to stand there and let him die.”

She couldn’t just let him die again.

Sylvia closed her eyes, then nodded.

“One cut,” she said. “If you cut him even once, the curse will take effect.”

Damon heard it.

She was speaking to him as well.

He could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“I cannot do this,” Sylvia muttered, biting her lip. “You are right. I am inferior to you. So I will not.”

His entire life had been spent surviving. She could not condemn him to something even worse.

She wanted him to live but not like this.

Lilith stepped forward.

“Then I will do it alone.”

Outside, the world shook.

The earth cracked. Rivers turned to blood. Plants withered. Mana anomalies tore into the land.

The god of this world was dead.

So was its order.

The chained people fell to their knees as their bindings vanished. Their god was gone.

Their world was dying.

In the distance, reality itself began to erode.

But to the people of Damon’s world, none of that mattered.

Someone raised a trembling hand and pointed.

“The elixir of pseudo immortality. It is real.”

Chaos erupted instantly.

Some charged the tower.

Others blasted them down with magic.

With the enemy gone, the war resumed.

Not for survival.

But for greed.

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