Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis
Chapter 241: Godly NecromancyChapter 241: Chapter 241: Godly Necromancy
The halos behind the three Wardens did not simply melt. They detonated.
The divine limiters, designed specifically to protect the fragile fabric of the lower dimensions from the sheer mass of their existence, dissolved into streams of boiling golden vapor. The cavern at the bottom of the Sea of Screaming Mercury could no longer contain them.
The metaphysical weight of the three Prime Deities expanding into their True Forms instantly vaporized the glass bedrock.
Aethel, the Warden of Absolute Stasis, lost his humanoid shape entirely. His supernova armor expanded outward, fracturing into a sprawling constellation of frozen timelines.
He became a towering silhouette of pure cosmic frost, his body composed of billions of crystalline stars locked in permanent suspension.
Kaizer, the Warden of Eradication, transformed into a living tempest of holy fire. He had no face and no limbs. He was a localized apocalypse, a blinding vortex of absolute judgment that burned so fiercely it began to incinerate the very concept of time around him.
Seraph, the Warden of Boundless Light, unfolded into a hyper dimensional prism. Thousands of glowing geometric rings spun violently around a central, blinding core, projecting rays of pacification so intense they threatened to wipe the minds of every living creature within a ten million lightyear radius.
The Abyssal dimension could not hold them. The spatial pressure became too immense.
CRACK!
The dimensional membrane separating Hell from the neutral cosmic void violently shattered. The vacuum of the Second Stratum was forcefully turned inside out.
The three Prime Deities, the two colossal Twin Ancestors, and the God of Hell were violently expelled from the Abyss. They were thrown upward through the dimensional rift, spilling directly into the sprawling cosmic graveyard known as the Outer Fringe.
This was a sector of the universe entirely populated by lifeless galaxies. There were no thriving planets here. There were no green worlds, no sprawling mortal empires, and no biological civilizations. It was an endless expanse of dead stars, silent nebulas, and roaming asteroid fields.
But as the battle of the gods erupted into this silent sector, the true tragedy of the cosmos was revealed.
Aethel raised the true form of his galactic war hammer.
HUMMMMMMMMM!
The weapon was no longer a simple physical object. It was a localized black hole orbiting a cluster of dead neutron stars.
"PERISH!"
With a roar, he swung it downward with the absolute authority of the Pantheon Hall, targeting Neo with a force meant to flatten a universe.
Neo did not dodge. He activated his S rank skill, Journey Of Void.
His body flickered, vibrating at a frequency that perfectly matched the empty vacuum of space. He bypassed the physical constraints of distance and instantly reappeared directly above the falling war hammer.
Neo raised the Sunfire Judgment Blade with both hands. He channeled five hundred million points of Cosmic Force and five hundred million points of Nether Force into the hilt. The blade erupted into a towering pillar of intertwined silver starlight and black hellfire.
He swung the blade down to meet the hammer.
"RUUUUUMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE!"
The collision defied all logic. It did not create a sound. It created a ripple in the foundational code of reality.
"BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"
A shockwave of pure kinetic and magical energy exploded outward in a perfect sphere. The wave traveled at a million times the speed of light, carrying the combined absolute forces of Stasis, Creation, Void, and Destruction.
Thousands of galaxies in the Outer Fringe were caught in the blast radius.
Stars were instantly snuffed out. Nebulas were torn into scattered atoms. Massive planetary bodies were reduced to subatomic dust before they even had time to fracture.
The physical destruction was absolute and instantaneous. Thousands of vast, sprawling galaxies were wiped from the cosmic map in a single heartbeat.
The Pantheon considered these galaxies lifeless. The Prime Deities did not care about the Outer Fringe because it offered them no worshipers. To the arrogant gods of the upper realm, a world without biological mortals praying to them was a world devoid of life entirely.
But they were catastrophically wrong. The lives lost in that single shockwave were immeasurable.
These galaxies lacked oxygen breathing organics, but they were filled with hidden, conceptual existences. Silicon based consciousness, dormant cosmic fauna, ethereal space whales, and starlight weavers, and system bound artificial souls waiting in deep space purgatories for their cosmic reincarnation cycles, were completely annihilated.
Trillions of elemental sprites living inside the cores of the dead stars were instantly erased. Ethereal planes hidden just beneath the surface of the physical planets were shattered.
The loss of life was incomprehensible. It was a massacre of the unseen, a genocide of the dormant.
[ System Alert: Massive Conceptual Casualties Detected ]
[ Sector 44 through Sector 89 completely erased ]
[ Immeasurable ethereal signatures permanently extinguished ]
Neo saw the system alerts flashing rapidly across his vision. Even with his bottomless dark matter eyes, a cold fury gripped his heart. The hypocrisy of the gods was entirely limitless. They preached balance and absolute purity, yet they casually eradicated trillions of hidden existences just to throw a single punch.
"They were completely innocent," Neo whispered, feeling the silent loss and suffering.
Aethel reformed his crystalline body, entirely indifferent to the cosmic slaughter.
"Tch. They were just uncatalogued anomalies. Dust in the wind. Only the Pantheon dictates what constitutes true life."
To the left, Godking Drogon roared, his obsidian scales flaring with chaotic energy. The dragon clashed violently with Kaizer. The tempest of holy eradication fire tried to burn the dragon to ash, but Drogon simply opened his colossal jaws and inhaled.
Drogon used absolute entropy to decay the holy fire faster than it could burn, biting massive chunks out of the Prime Deity’s True Form. Every time Drogon’s teeth snapped shut, the fabric of space collapsed, spawning temporary black holes that swallowed the surrounding dead stars.
To the right, Godking Eragon engaged Seraph. The hyper dimensional prism spun wildly, shooting beams of blinding pacification light. Eragon retaliated by rapidly generating miniature suns. The silver dragon spat hyper dense stars like artillery shells, forcefully crashing them into the geometric rings of the Warden.
BOOOM!
BOOOOOOM!
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The resulting explosions painted the cosmic void in terrifying hues of superheated plasma.
The battle was tearing the universe apart at the seams.
Neo realized that fighting them purely with physical and magical force would only cause more collateral damage. He needed to use a power the Prime Deities could not comprehend. He needed to weaponize the very tragedy they had just caused.
Neo deactivated the Sunfire Judgment Blade, and the massive sword vanished into his inventory.
He floated backward, letting the Infinite Void Shield Body absorb the ambient cosmic radiation tearing through the sector. He closed his eyes and reached deep into his Magical Index.
He bypassed his S rank skills and focused entirely on his Legendary unique talents.
He possessed the Legendary talent: Necromancy.
But Neo was not a mortal necromancer raising skeletons from a dirt graveyard. He was a Type 0 Galactic Sovereign. He was the reigning Emperor of the Zenith Empire and the newly crowned God of Hell. His graveyard was the cosmos itself.
"Athelgard, You claim only you dictate what constitutes true life, Then allow me to show you the wrath of the dead you refused to acknowledge."
With that Neo raised both of his hands toward the empty, shattered void where the thousands of galaxies had just been vaporized.
He activated his Legendary Necromancy. He fueled the talent with all five hundred million points of his Nether Force.
The dark matter in his eyes spilled outward, bleeding into the vacuum of space like ink in water. The deep purple energy of the Abyssal Trench flooded the battlefield, staining the cosmic void with the absolute authority of the Underworld.
"Arise," Neo commanded.
The universe violently shuddered.
The Pantheon had erased the physical bodies of the thousands of galaxies, but they had not erased their conceptual grudges. Neo’s overwhelming Nether Force latched onto the immeasurable number of extinguished ethereal signatures.
From the empty vacuum, terrifying shapes began to manifest.
Woooo, wooooo, wooooo...
Massive spectral nebulas ignited with ghostly green fire. The shattered husks of billions of dead planets reformed as translucent, wailing spheres of pure death energy. Trillions of silicon based consciousness networks, elemental sprites, and cosmic fauna materialized from the void, completely twisted by the raw power of Hell.
They were no longer peaceful, dormant existences. They were a cosmic undead army fueled by infinite hatred for the Prime Deities who had casually slaughtered them.
Ghostly space whales the size of solar systems swam through the vacuum, their bones glowing with toxic purple light. Billions of ethereal star spirits shrieked in unison, a sound that bypassed physical hearing and directly assaulted the divine minds of the Wardens.
Aethel paused, his crystalline constellation body vibrating with unprecedented alarm. The Prime Deity of Stasis had never witnessed anything like this. Necromancy was a vile, mortal parlor trick. It was strictly bound by biological limits. The concept of raising an entire sector of deceased galaxies was mathematically impossible within the Pantheon’s understanding of reality.
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