Chapter 394 Silpha Naya'il Versus Heretic God

Dazzling golden lights radiated, the innermost ring nestled next to the obsidian cornea of his right God Eye spun clockwise, and in the blink of an eye, the Heretic God materialized right before her, his fist hurtling toward her head.

"His Right Ocular Technique grants him instant teleportation. Impressive!" Damien exclaimed, his gaze unwavering.

Silpha Naya'il didn't back down from the clash, meeting her opponent head-on as she deflected his formidable punch with her longbow.

A resounding thud echoed as his fist collided with the sleek, curvaceous longbow. Astonishingly, it absorbed the tremendous energy unleashed by his blow.

With her pair of alabaster wings unfurled Silpha Naya'il's figure seemed to ripple like a bubble, reappearing twenty feet away from the Heretic God. Without even taking aim, she drew the bowstring and released three ominous black arrows. However, the Heretic God, ever vigilant, evaded the incoming projectiles, sensing their latent explosive power.

Suddenly, from her left flank, the Heretic God launched another deceptively simple punch, this time targeting her chest. In a graceful aerial maneuver, she sidestepped, harnessing the wind's momentum with her wings. Yet, no matter how she evaded, the Heretic God clung to her like a relentless parasite.

"You can't dodge forever. Where's your earlier unwavering confidence?" taunted the Heretic God, his voice dripping with provocation.

Silpha Naya'il sneered.

Sensing imminent danger in the eleventh hour, he invoked "Divine Monochrome" on impulse. To his astonishment, the three previously released arrows homed in on his aura, shattering the grayish spherical shield and sending shards of energy scattering in all directions. It provided him with a brief window to employ his right ocular eye technique, vanishing and reappearing elsewhere.

"Excellent! Forget about your Head Priestess; today, you shall kneel as my bride. Divine Monochrome!" His voice resonated, releasing a formidable aura as five of the nine rings encircling his left eye spun rapidly in a clockwise fashion.

Witnessing the ensuing spectacle, Damien could barely contain his shock. "What the—unbelievable!" he exclaimed as fifteen thousand monochromes manifested, covering the entire sky. Even the colorless sunlight took on a grayish hue as it filtered through the myriad monochromes.

Unperturbed, Silpha Naya'il called out, "Two no—Five Thousand!" In an instant, one thousand arrows embedded in her body vanished, revealing her legs stained with golden blood, devoid of a single arrow. Gripping three ebony arrows with her right palm, she effortlessly drew them taut and released them into the heavens. Within moments, the three arrows multiplied exponentially, becoming a staggering five thousand.

With a snap of his fingers, the Heretic God conjured around a hundred Monochromes and directed them towards Silpha Naya'il. As the stream of Five Thousand Arrows surged towards the Monochromes, he muttered, "Downsize." Instantly, the Monochromes shrank to the size of footballs, skillfully evading the incoming volley of arrows, which pursued them relentlessly. "Merge and activate time-forwarding!" he commanded. All the Monochromes fused into a single entity, engulfing the approaching arrows. As planned, they collided with each other, self-destructing in a brilliant display.

"Hmph!" Silpha Naya'il scoffed, muttering, "All of them." In the next moment, the remaining 50,000 black arrows vanished from all over her body. In their place, a solitary arrow materialized in her hand. Ignoring the bouncing Monochromes this time, she drew back the arrow with the bowstring and aimed for the Heretic God's neck. Their battle escalated as the arrow shattered almost every Monochrome in its path.

"So, this arrow is the source of your unwavering confidence?" the Heretic God taunted. With a series of hand seals, all nine rings in his left eye began spinning, with the first, third, fifth, seventh, and ninth rings rotating clockwise, while the remaining four rings between them spun counterclockwise. "Since Monochrome didn't work, how about Di-chrome?" Suddenly, a grayish spherical dome appeared, but this time, a smaller sphere could be seen inside the larger one. In an instant, it materialized in front of the approaching black arrow, which struck its surface but failed to penetrate.

Unfazed, Silpha Naya'il shouted, "Spin it for me!" Following her command, the arrow hummed and spun wildly, drilling into the Di-chrome and reducing them to dust particles.

"Of course, that won't work. So, how about Tri—no, Tetra-chrome? If you can destroy it, I'll admit my defeat. This is something I've prepared to use against your Head Priestess. But I've changed my mind; I'll use it on you." Raising both of his hands and clapping, he exclaimed, "Tetra-chrome!" historical

Before him, a spatial rupture occurred, and a football-sized, dazzling black Tetra-chrome appeared. The Heretic God panted heavily, sweat dripping from his body, showing the immense energy he had spent to create the Tetra-chrome. "Go!" he ordered, pointing it toward the incoming black arrow. Spinning, the Tetra-chrome shot towards the arrow, and upon contact, sparks flew with a deafening roar. The two forces engaged in a fierce struggle, releasing energy that seemed to tear through the fabric of time and space.

Activating the power of his right eye, the Heretic God executed a swift spatial leap, appearing beside them. With a resounding battle cry, he delivered a punch to the Tetra-chrome. Strangely, his punch coursed through it, amplifying the shock force on the stubborn arrow by fourteen-folds. The power was so overwhelming that the black arrow disintegrated instantly, returning to golden blood and falling into the sea. By that time, Silpha Naya'il's longbow had also liquefied into golden blood, slipping through her fingers.

"Hahaha, let's consider this my victory, Miss Silpha Naya'il. Surrender to me, and I might spare your life for daring to challenge this Benevolent Deity," the Heretic God declared with a sly grin, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Hmph, shamelessly persistent. This will conclude only at my command," Silpha Naya'il retorted with fiery determination.

"Very well, I'll compel you to acknowledge it," the Heretic God responded as he hurled the Tetra-chrome.

Like a relentless projectile, it strikes her, propelling her through the air as a blue mist spewed from her mouth. But the assault didn't stop there; the Tetra-chrome pursued her, subjecting her to an unrelenting barrage from every angle. The one-sided onslaught persisted for the next five grueling minutes, leaving Silpha Naya'il severely battered. The final blow sent her hurtling toward a distant, jagged mountaintop.

With a triumphant grin, the Heretic God retracted the Tetra-chrome into his hand. "What do you say now?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.