My Family in the Novel?

Chapter 283: Holy war 21

"Haaagghh!!!"

Luwanal screamed as he unleashed the strongest lightning he could muster.

The skies rumbled as the electricity danced across the darkened clouds, swirling amidst the raging winds of the storm he had summoned.

Concentrating his energy into one singular attack, he watched as the blue lightning converged into a single point and slowly turned purple.

The amount of divinity he was channeling far surpassed what gods were permitted to use in the mortal world.

Yet, as if responding to his desperate call for help, the universe and its laws of causality allowed him access to the full extent of his divine power.

This lightning was no longer the ordinary lightning he could manipulate through creation. It was the purest, truest form of lightning he could summon.

All of this was only possible because of the monstrous wolf in front of him.

The sheer strength and power he could now wield seemed to be the universe's way of telling him to go all out, to use everything he had in order to land a proper hit on the terrifying entity before him.

Raising his hands, he looked toward the wolf, which waited patiently for his attack. The smug grin on its jaws indicated its anticipation, as if it was mocking Luwanal's efforts.

The skies crackled with raw energy as Luwanal lifted his hands higher. If they weren't in an enclosed dimension, the entire continent would have been swallowed by the ferocity of his storms.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sounds of thunder reverberated through the air, waiting for their god's orders.

Luwanal's eyes locked onto the wolf, and he pointed toward it.

The skies above crackled in pure purple, signaling the culmination of his power.

With a mighty roar, he brought his hands down, directing the full force of his attack toward the wolf.

The purple lightning, a manifestation of his divine might, tore through the heavens and descended upon the beast with unmatched fury.

The wolf, sensing the immense power, braced itself. But there was no escaping the sheer magnitude of Luwanal's assault.

The lightning struck with a deafening explosion, a blinding light enveloping the entire battlefield.

The force of the impact shook the ground, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

For a moment, everything was silent. The storm paused, the winds calmed, and the lightning ceased its dance.

As the dust and debris settled, Luwanal stood, panting heavily, his body trembling from the exertion.

In the midst of the devastation, the wolf emerged. Its fur singed, and its body bore the marks of the divine lightning, but it was still standing.

The smug grin had been replaced by a snarl of anger and pain.

Luwanal's eyes widened in disbelief.

Despite the full extent of his power, the wolf had survived. It began to advance toward him, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

The wolf then quickly shook off its fur while snarling, and it was only then that Luwanal realized just how dire his situation was.

As the wolf shook its fur, the burn marks and singed patches disappeared, replaced by new, sleek fur with a mix of black and grey, highlighted with golden details.

The wolf's coat was now pristine, exuding an aura of terrifying beauty. It was then that Luwanal realized he had done no real damage whatsoever.

The only thing he had achieved was perhaps removing the excess fur. This magnificent creature before him was likely its true form.

In this form, Luwanal could clearly sense the presence of a divine power unlike any he was familiar with. It was a divine energy that resonated with the very souls of gods, instilling a primal fear and an instinct to flee.

This wolf wasn't just any ordinary beast; it wasn't demonic nor dragon-like in soul and nature. It wasn't even a god.

He had initially thought that this wolf was merely a beast raised by a god to become the embodiment of the apocalypse.

But no, this wolf was the apocalypse—a being that no god could survive, a being that could end gods and entire pantheons.

Luwanal's heart pounded in his chest as the realization sank in. The wolf was the ultimate end, the bringer of destruction that even the mightiest of deities could not withstand. This was no ordinary battle; this was a fight for survival against an entity that transcended the gods themselves.

As the wolf advanced, its eyes glowed with a chilling, divine light. Luwanal, now understanding the true nature of his opponent, felt a mix of awe and dread.

Whatever was left of his earlier confidence shattered, replaced by the stark reality of the insurmountable power before him.

This wolf was part of the end—the eater of stories, the one who encloses the door along with the original Death, the twin of Life.

This wolf wasn't something their pantheon could handle. Even if the goddess, together with her new friends, teamed up against this wolf, they would be nothing more than dog food.

"HAHA- HAHAHAHA!" Luwanal laughed at the realization of just how greatly doomed they were. From the beginning, they had absolutely no chance in this war, and he had even considered fighting on the front lines? How absurd.

If this wolf was willing to listen to that young boy—no, to that god he had just met—then it was safe to assume that those behind him were of equal, if not greater, status. It was at this moment Luwanal knew they could do nothing against their impending end.

As the wolf lunged at him, Luwanal stopped moving, his eyes fixed on its jaws closing in on his face.

Chomp!

With a resounding sound that signaled an end, the skies above cleared in an instant.

The wolf licked the golden blood from its jaws. It was at this moment that the goddess's pantheon knew they had lost one of their gods, as a constellation in their heavens disappeared.

In the aftermath, the battlefield was eerily silent.

The loss of Luwanal was a devastating blow, felt deeply by all who remained.

His laughter, echoing in their minds, underscored the hopelessness of their situation.

The realization of their powerlessness against such a formidable foe was crushing.

Seeing all of this happening in real time, Harvey and Marvey both looked at the skies above in shock.

As Luwanal's torso slowly fell from the heavens, they could hear the massive cheers of the demons praising the wolf, who was now licking its paws and yawning as if it had just had its fun.

Standing still, frozen solid, and not understanding what had just happened, the two angels couldn't help but find the situation quite ridiculous.

They both knew Luwanal was bound to lose.

After all, they weren't dumb nor blind—the wolf was just that strong and dangerous.

But they didn't expect his end to be like that.

Under normal circumstances, when a god dies, its soul immediately returns to the pantheon to be judged by its ruler and the primordial beings.

But as clear as their angelic eyes could see, none of that happened.

Luwanal's soul had completely disappeared the moment the wolf's jaws crushed his head. It was instantaneous, like a sudden deletion of one's existence.

Although his physical body was still there, falling, the essence that made him a god was already lost. His soul wasn't even consumed, as demons often do. It was just gone, just like that.

Marvey's mind raced. "This... this isn't possible. How can a soul just vanish?"

Harvey shook his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I don't know. This wolf, it's beyond anything we've ever faced. It didn't just kill Luwanal; it erased him."

The wolf, seemingly satisfied with its work, turned its gaze towards them, its eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory intelligence.

Harvey and Marvey felt a chill run down their spines.

This creature wasn't merely a beast; it was an entity of pure destruction, a force that even gods could not withstand.

"Fufufu~ looks like one of your generals is gone now?" Elizabeth taunted, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Shut up, vampire!" Marvey screamed in annoyance.

He fired a sphere of light towards Elizabeth, who was already impaled on his spear of light. The attack exploded, disintegrating the creature of the night, but...

"You boys are quite boring, you know? Always resorting to big explosions and such. Can't you two fight properly?" Her voice echoed again, and a new Elizabeth appeared a few meters away, completely unharmed.

"Damn cockroach!" Marvey cursed.

This was the thirteenth time he and his brother had killed her, yet she always came back.

They knew they were properly hitting her soul, but no matter what, she always managed to return, as if she were an immortal whose true death had been erased from Death's ledger.

It was both infuriating and unsettling.

"Wouldn't it be better to call me a bat?" Elizabeth commented with a grin, her monstrous form mocking their efforts.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Marvey retorted, throwing another spear of light at her. But before it could hit, she disappeared and reappeared right behind him.

"Oh my, you really should learn how to hold your language, dove. Are you even really an angel?" Elizabeth mocked, her spear of blood piercing through his shoulder, narrowly missing his heart as Marvey managed to push her arm away at the last second.

"Tsk... the brother, huh," Elizabeth said, her eyes narrowing.

Harvey ignored her words as he fired off his own orb of light that quickly killed Elizabeth once again.

Yet, she reappeared almost immediately, smiling at them from a new position a few meters away.

"I told you boys it won't work, right?" Elizabeth said with a subtle mocking tone. She shifted back into her human form, dressed in a stunning red dress.

Crossing her legs, she lounged on a throne of blood she had conjured, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Aghh!!!" Marvey screamed, clutching his shoulder as the wound from Elizabeth's blood spear made him feel like his soul was being ground to dust.

"OH mu that's such a cute squeal eyh~?"

Harvey ignored Elizabeth once again, quickly attempting to heal Harvey's shoulder.

To his surprise, his healing magic had no effect. The wound remained open, the pain unrelenting.

"What did you do?" Harvey asked angrily, glaring at Elizabeth.

She simply smiled, enjoying his frustration. "Who knows? Shouldn't you already know that? After all, learning about me is something you doves are supposed to do, right?"

...

"Adrian, you're really alive! I knew it, hehe~" Elena said happily, never letting go of him. Her strange laughter was a mix of relief and love, her voice tinged with a myriad of emotions. Tears streamed down her eyes continuously as she squirmed in happiness.

At this moment, nothing else mattered to her. Just seeing him, hearing his voice, and confirming his presence in front of her was enough. Even if this was a dream, she hoped she would never wake up from it.

"Don't worry, I won't go anywhere this time… and I'm sorry for being late," Adrian whispered, holding her tightly.

"No… don't be sorry! It wasn't your fault. Everything happened because of those guys in the first place, so please don't blame yourself," Elena replied, her voice filled with earnestness.

Adrian weakly nodded at her words, though he had always blamed himself for being weak back then, allowing the enemy to kidnap his lover away from him. But this time, with his newfound strength, he made a vow to never let that happen again.

"Did they treat you well?" he asked gently.

"Y-yes…." Elena replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

That answer was enough for Adrian to understand the reality of her situation.

His eyes darkened with resolve as he knew what he had to do now.

He would destroy everything here, every last remnant of the prison that had held Elena captive.

But before he could set about his mission of destruction, Adrian knew he needed to take Elena somewhere safe first.

His eyes glowed an intense hue of purple as he focused on her soul, sensing the disturbance that had been bothering him ever since he saw her.

Her divine powers and the essence he had given her, along with her sister's blessing embedded in her soul, were being blocked by walls of light.

If he didn't remove these barriers now, it might cause her to explode and die later on.

With an urgency born of desperation, he took hold of her hands. "Elena, do you trust me?"

Elena looked at him, bewildered by the seemingly ridiculous question, and quickly nodded. "Of course, with all my life."

Smiling at her genuine trust, Adrian then proceeded to place his hands on her chest. "A-Adrian? I don't think it's the time for that... b-but if that's what you want, I don't mind—"

"Elena, please forgive me. Scream if you need to, and you can bite me if it helps."

"What do you me—"

Before she could finish her question, an intense pain unlike anything she had ever experienced engulfed her entire body. Elena screamed as Adrian's divinity penetrated the deepest parts of her soul.

Adrian watched her, his own face contorted with pain at seeing her suffer.

He focused his energy, directing it to dismantle the walls of light blocking her divine essence.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he meticulously worked to undo the damage.

The process was excruciating for Elena, her body writhing in agony, but she held onto Adrian, trusting him completely.

Minutes felt like hours, and every second was filled with Elena's screams and Adrian's grim determination.

Finally, with a surge of divine power, the last barrier was shattered.

A radiant glow enveloped Elena as her divine powers were fully restored, mingling harmoniously with the essence Adrian had given her and her sister's blessing.