Free Web NovelChapter 40: divine servant vs mortal
The supreme, aristocratic arrogance radiating from the Divine Servant Malakor hung over the central district like a suffocating blanket. Hovering on his platform of burning black obsidian stone, his hollow golden eyes remained fixed onto the pristine glass facade of the Lotte World Tower. He slowly raised his massive, triple-bladed golden scythe, the conceptual law electricity crackling along the edges causing the surrounding space to ripple with volatile, geometric friction. To Malakor, this planet was nothing more than an uncultivated field of cattle, and the scrawny teenager standing on the balcony was simply a minor anomaly waiting to be pruned from the universal ledger.
"Your sixty seconds are up, mortal," Malakor boomed, his voice carrying the deep, manufactured weight of a cosmic conqueror. His tone bypassed physical audio metrics, vibrating directly into the consciousness of every surviving human across the peninsula. "Since you choose to remain silent inside your little glass cage, I will personally rewrite the geography of this primitive city. Let your soul serve as the foundation for my God’s new territory."
Crack.!
The Level 40 servant brought his golden scythe down in a devastating, vertical splitting arc. A massive, three-hundred-foot wave of pure, condensed holy fission magic erupted from the blade, slicing through the clouds at supersonic speed. The sheer structural force of the descending conceptual strike was so intense that it cleanly split two twenty-story office buildings along the main avenue before it even neared the tower’s mid-section. The very air molecules in its path were scorched out of existence, leaving behind a blinding, vacuum-sealed line of pure white destructive law.
Inside the penthouse lounge, Major General Shin Ye-rin’s fingers flew across the Battle Map console, deploying the Citadel Link security lattice to its absolute maximum capacity.
"Min-jae, the internal core calculations are overflowing!" Ye-rin reported sharply, her steel-gray eyes narrowing as the holographic grid flashed with rapid, red critical alerts. "That scythe ignores standard armor parameters! It’s tracking the tower’s underlying spatial coordinates and converting everything into raw impact data!"
"Let it track," Min-jae said smoothly.
He didn’t draw the Vajra-Sovereign World-Breaker claymore from his shoulder. He slowly took his hands out of his cargo pockets and took a single, deliberate step forward, planting his boots firmly onto the obsidian-alloy floorboards of the open observation deck. He stood perfectly stationary, presenting his exposed chest plate directly into the path of the incoming divine cataclysm. His posture was completely relaxed, his bottomless black eyes reflecting the blinding flash of the descending holy fission wave with absolute, unyielding mockery.
Crash.!
The blinding wave of holy fission magic slammed squarely into Min-jae’s chest, completely swallowing his figure in a colossal, miles-wide explosion of white-hot celestial light and boiling cosmic pressure. The kinetic shockwave caved the reinforced concrete streets two miles below into deep, fractured craters, blowing the surrounding green fog back for several districts. The thermal output melted the plastic bumpers of abandoned vehicles blocks away. To the international super-guild remnants watching his live system broadcast, it looked as though the Rank 1 Monarch had been completely vaporized down to his molecular structure.
But inside the heart of the world-ending blast zone, the un-breachable, reality-warping calculations of his sss-rank Vajra Void God-Armor were firing off raw world code at supersonic velocity.
[Ding! Received 250,000 points of High-Tier Divine Fission Magic Damage from Level 40 Servant.]
[SSS-Rank Faction Grid Active: ’Vajra Ward’ converts 250,000 Magic Damage into 250,000 Physical Impact Damage... Successful.]
[SSS-Rank Talent Active: ’Eternal Vajra Deity Body’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]
[God-Armor Trait Active: ’Absolute Sovereignty’ triggers 200% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 500,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!] freewēbnoveℓ.com
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A catastrophic, blinding golden-crimson counter-flare erupted from Min-jae’s skin like a literal supernova. The 500,000 points of True Damage didn’t travel like a standard energy beam; it manifested as an instantaneous, conceptual space-fracture that locked directly onto Malakor’s soul core signature through the vacuum.
The Divine Servant’s malicious, hollow golden eyes instantly snapped wide in unadulterated, primal horror. He tried to raise his golden scythe defensively, but his Level 40 attributes and divine defense parameters were completely treated like thin air by the amplified True Damage loop.
Bang.!
The pristine, high-tier white divine armor plates encasing his skeletal frame didn’t just bend; they completely, violently exploded outward from the inside out in a gruesome spray of dark fluid and fracturing metallic shards. The 500,000 points of True Damage tore through his internal mana circuits, while the Solar Fracture trait instantly ignited his underlying life-force, burning away his divine mana pool by 5% every single millisecond.
"g-gakk! impossible! what kind of monstrous law is this?"
Malakor let out a choked, deafening mechanical shriek as his entire twelve-foot frame was violently blown off his obsidian platform. He crashed heavily onto the concrete plaza below, his giant golden scythe fracturing into molten scrap metal from the localized kinetic resonance. The arrogant conqueror who had threatened to turn Earth into mana fuel was reduced to a bleeding, broken wreck, his white armor ruined, his skeletal body trembling as he barely clung to a single digit of his health bar.
Down down the corridor, Han Chae-won ran to the edge of the deck, her face flushed with fanatical exhilaration as she raised her hands. "Loot time! Spatial Devour!"
Voom.!
A massive, sweeping wave of purple spatial energy rippled outward from her body, expanding across the entire district square below. The shattered white divine armor plates, the molten golden scythe fragments, a glowing S-rank skill book, and a pulsing, crimson Divine Core Fragment floating over the crater were instantaneously vacuumed into her infinite void stasis inventory, leaving the battlefield pristine and spotless.
Min-jae walked slowly back to the center of the lounge, his armor completely clean, his posture entirely unbothered as the system notifications scrolled down his vision like a golden waterfall.
[Ding! You have eliminated the Level 40 Divine Servant Vanguard (Malakor)!]
[Gained 45,000 EXP! You have leveled up! You are now Level 14!]
[Global Announcement Triggered: Player ’Min-jae’ has achieved the World-First Execution of a Divine Servant! Rewarding 10,000 Reputation Points and a Command Seal!]
The silence in the penthouse was suffocating. Yoo Ji-a, Han Seo-yoon, Kang Chae-yeon, and the Vance sisters all stood in a silent line, their eyes filled with a profound, terrifying awe that bordered on religious worship. Min-jae casually reached into his inventory, pulling out the cold jade Ring of the Sovereign Canopy Liu Xiao had given him.
His bottomless eyes focused on the pulsing ancient runes along the green stone, a cold, dark, and highly calculated grin spreading across his handsome face as he prepared to channel his newly mutated solar mana into the jade.
"The servant was just the vanguard," Min-jae murmured, his voice a low, seductive baritone that sent a deep shiver down the spines of his six gorgeous team members lining up perfectly behind his flank. "It’s time to wake up our Goddess and show her exactly how her ancient enemy’s throne is going to burn."
