Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Godkings

High above the mortal plane, the Pantheon Hall stood as a monument to flawless eternity. It was a dimension of absolute perfection. Rivers of liquid gold flowed effortlessly beneath floating citadels constructed from solidified time. The skies were a perpetual, brilliant sunrise, devoid of clouds or shadows.

​But today, the golden skies were stained with thick, suffocating soot.

​The Prime Deities were already bleeding. A colossal, starving cosmic beast rampaged through their pristine outer gardens, tearing lesser gods into ribbons of divine light. This monstrosity was their first great loss. It was an anomaly they could not instantly delete, a nightmare unleashed upon their doorstep that shattered their illusion of untouchable supremacy.

​Just as the Supreme Arbiter raised his galactic spear to smite the beast, the very foundation of the God Realm shuddered violently. The conceptual marble floor of the Pantheon cracked.

​Then, the millions of invisible tether lines connecting their realm to the Abyss snapped entirely.

​The metaphysical backlash was apocalyptic. Without the cosmic sink of Hell to drain their excess corruption, the chaotic waste of their own divine magic had nowhere to go. The God Realm functioned by constantly siphoning its flaws downward into the dark. Now, the drain was permanently plugged.

​Black sludge erupted from the polished crystal fountains. The pristine rivers of liquid gold instantly turned into boiling tar. Corrupted mana, normally filtered away by the pipelines, condensed in the golden sky and began to fall as toxic, acidic rain.

​"The tethers are severed!" screamed a lesser deity, "The Abyss has rejected us!"

​The Supreme Arbiter froze, his glowing eyes widening in sheer terror. He lowered his spear, entirely ignoring the cosmic beast tearing through his gardens.

​This was their second great loss.

​Their ultimate prison, their infinite landfill of sins, had been stolen. Someone had not only survived the lethal pressures of the First Stratum, but they had rewritten the foundational code of the universe. The Prime Deities were now locked inside a burning room with absolutely no exhaust valve. Their perfect paradise was rapidly drowning in its own accumulated filth.

​Down in the newly conquered Abyss, the Zenith dreadnought plunged through the dimensional membrane separating the First and Second Stratums.

​The Ghost dove directly into the Sea of Screaming Mercury. It was an endless, turbulent ocean of corrosive liquid metal. Billions of trapped, echoing screams reverberated through the liquid, the final agonizing sounds of worlds that had been crushed into dust.

​But the corrosive ocean did not touch the dreadnought. The screaming mercury parted effortlessly around the ship, violently repelled by the absolute authority of the new master of Hell.

​Neo stood on the command bridge, his bottomless Abyssal eyes fixed on the crushing depths. His Dominator Core hummed with infinite power, processing the final integration of the metaphysical dimension into his own DNA. A holographic interface flickered to life in his vision, solidifying his new cosmic status.

​[ General Index Updated ]

​[ Name: Neo Godson ]

​[ Age: 22 ]

​[ Race: Human / Celestial ]

​[ Species: Celestial Hellfire Eragon (Variant) ]

​[ Lifespan: 100,000,000 Years ]

​[ Affiliation: Emperor, The Zenith Empire ]

​[ Rank: Type 0 (God / Galactic Sovereign) ]

​[ Wealth: 8,000,000,200,502,500 UC ]

​[ Physical Index ]

​[ Strength: 1,900,000 ]

​[ Agility: 1,760,000 ]

​[ Vitality: 2,100,000 ( Health: 100% ) ]

​[ Endurance: 1,800,000 ]

​[ Reaction Speed: 1,950,000 ]

​[ Recovery Rate: 1,850,000 ]

​[ Magical Index ]

​[ Physiques: Infinite Void-Shield Body (S+), Primordial Demon Physique (S) ]

​[ Cosmic Force: 500,000,000 ]

​[ Nether Force: 500,000,000 ]

​[ Skills: Journey Of Void (S), Sunfire Judgment Blade (S), Abyssal Devour (S), Divine Gale Annihilation (S), Water Breathing (B), Hydro Manipulation (A), Water Tornado (C), Greater Strength (B), Earth Hammer (C+), Iron Skin (C), Night Vision (B), Beast Empathy (B+), Poison Resistance (B), Wind Blade (B) ]

​[ Unique Talents: Universal Synthesis (Supreme), The Art Of Star Creation (Divine), Godsmith (Legendary), Necromancy (Legendary) ]

​His numbers were completely beyond mortal comprehension. With a physical strength of nearly two million, Neo could crush a moon into a diamond using only his bare hands. With his Cosmic and Nether Forces perfectly balanced at five hundred million points each, his body contained the raw energetic output of a newborn universe.

​"Emperor," Chief Engineer Vektor called out, snapping Neo out of his interface. "We have reached the absolute bottom of the Mercury Sea. The sonar cannot penetrate the bedrock. We are looking at a localized conceptual density that defies all physical scanning."

​"Halt the ship," Neo commanded softly. "Hold position here."

​The massive thrusters reversed, bringing the colossal warship to a perfect standstill in the hollow cavern beneath the corrosive ocean.

​Neo did not need sonar to see what was waiting in the dark. He vanished from the bridge, teleporting out of the dreadnought and directly into the pitch black abyss.

​He floated down to the black bedrock of the ocean floor. In the center of this massive, hollow cavern sat the Tartarus Vault.

​It was a mechanical sphere the size of a small planet. It was constructed entirely of solidified neutron star cores, making it unimaginably heavy. Wrapping around this metallic planet were billions of glowing divine chains, pulsing with the arrogant, blinding white light of the Prime Deities.

​This was the ultimate cage. This was where the gods had buried their greatest fear.

​The divine chains immediately reacted to Neo’s presence. Recognizing the dark matter swirling in his eyes, the chains flared with blinding heat, unleashing a localized solar flare designed to instantly vaporize any intruder.

​The apocalyptic heat washed over Neo. It struck his S+ rank Infinite Void-Shield Body and was instantly devoured. The terrifying energy was reduced to a gentle, warm breeze against his skin.

​"Universal Decree — Open."

​Because he was the God of Hell, the realm itself frantically tried to obey. The black bedrock shifted violently. The planetary vault groaned under the pressure of the dimension trying to tear it apart. But the vault remained sealed. The divine chains did not break.

They were forged from the core essence of the Pantheon Hall, completely immune to the standard administrative laws of the Abyssal dimension.

​Neo simply smiled.

​He raised his hand toward the mechanical planet. He activated his Supreme Talent.

​"Universal Synthesis."

​Neo did not try to forcefully break the chains. He simply targeted their fundamental concepts. A blinding vortex of prismatic light erupted from his palm, shooting forward and latching onto the billions of glowing tethers.

The divine magic screamed as it was violently deconstructed.

Neo absorbed the restrictive properties of the chains, flawlessly converting their arrogant holy magic into raw, suffocating Nether Force.

​The billions of chains rapidly dissolved into harmless golden dust, fading away into the dark water.

​With the bindings removed, the spherical vault finally cracked open.

​A blinding beam of pristine silver light and a suffocating, apocalyptic wave of black hellfire erupted from the fissure. The sheer pressure of the dual energies instantly pushed the Sea of Screaming Mercury millions of miles upward, creating a massive, dry vacuum at the bottom of the ocean.

​Two colossal entities stirred within the hollow planet.

​The true bodies of the Twin Ancestors were breathtaking in their terrifying majesty. Godking Eragon was a massive serpentine dragon composed entirely of solidified starlight, his scales shimmering with the absolute magic of creation. Beside him was Godking Drogon, a terrifying beast of jagged obsidian scales and burning crimson veins, radiating pure entropy and the promise of absolute destruction.

​For millions of years, the physical bodies of the Twin Ancestors had been chained in agonizing slumber while their spiritual remnants guided Neo. Now, their true forms snapped their eyes open. The entire cosmos trembled at their synchronized awakening.

​"You actually did it, little Neo," Drogon rumbled. His physical voice carried enough bass to shatter a continent, echoing with dark, immense amusement.

​"Indeed. You have given us the sky once more," Eragon added, his tone filled with ancient, pristine grace and overwhelming gratitude.

​Neo floated between the two colossal heads, the dark matter in his eyes swirling with pride.

"I promised I would free you. And I do not break my promises."

​But before the reunion could continue, the space directly above the Tartarus Vault violently shattered.

​The Prime Deities could no longer use their waste pipelines to access Hell. But the release of the Twin Ancestors generated a cosmic alarm so loud that it bypassed the dimensional lockdown entirely. Desperate to prevent the ultimate apocalypse, a coalition of Prime Deities sacrificed a massive portion of their own eternal lifespans to forcefully tear a temporary wormhole directly into the bottom of the Abyss.

​Blinding golden light poured into the pitch black cavern, utterly rejecting the absolute darkness of Neo’s domain.

​Three towering figures descended from the portal.

​They were the Wardens of Eternity. They wore heavy armor forged from condensed supernovas. Their faces were entirely obscured by halos of blinding, absolute authority. They wielded massive weapons forged from the dying cores of ancient galaxies. The sheer presence of these three gods caused the bedrock of Hell to silently fracture.

​"Neo Godson," the lead Warden spoke. "You have disrupted the balance of the multiverse. You have corrupted the abyss. And now, you attempt to unleash the primordial beasts that nearly devoured creation."

​Neo did not kneel. He did not flinch. He remained perfectly still, floating casually between the newly freed heads of the Twin Ancestors.

"ROARRRRRRRRRR!"

​Godking Eragon let out a low, vibrating growl that shook the foundations of the cavern, his silver scales flaring with aggressive light. Godking Drogon exhaled a thick cloud of black sparks that instantly decayed the space around them, baring rows of terrifying obsidian teeth.

​Neo reached his hand to the side and summoned the Sunfire Judgment Blade.

​He channeled his perfectly balanced reserves into the weapon. Five hundred million points of Cosmic Force and five hundred million points of Nether Force flooded into the hilt simultaneously. The blade extended for miles, flawlessly weaving the absolute light of Eragon and the absolute dark of Drogon with the suffocating, devouring void of Neo’s own Abyssal authority.

​"You broke into my house. And you forgot to knock."

​Up above, the exterior bay doors of the Zenith dreadnought slammed open. The ten elite generals dropped into the dry vacuum, igniting their plasma weapons and forming a flawless defensive perimeter behind their Emperor.

​The three Prime Deities raised their galactic weapons, their halos flaring with absolute, blinding wrath.

​A battle of Gods was about to begin.

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