Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP

Chapter 644: The Battlefield (2)

Fifty years—that was how long Eve and Eliya had been assigned for deployment this time around.

But with all the sudden changes in the war, which for some had begun as a fight to maintain balance or to avenge lost friends, family, or whatever else drove them, it was clear this was no longer the kind of threat they were used to facing.

What might have been a fifty-year tour with the hope of coming home had turned into a nightmare where many didn’t even know if they’d survive the next moment.

With a year already gone since they first set foot inside, things had taken a dark turn for Eve and Eliya’s company.

To make matters worse two other women had followed them straight into what was nothing less than a pit of death.

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The battlefield... the war, everything beyond the wall of death had always been pure chaos.

Even before the recent escalation, there had never been proper frontlines, organized formations, or commanders directing the flow of battle.

From the very beginning, it had always been a brutal, chaotic slaughter — a frenzied storm of violence where beings from Existence and Nonexistence simply tore into each other with no regard for strategy or restraint.

There were no coordinated assaults, no defensive lines, and no safe zones.

Only endless, merciless killing.

Now, with the appearance of Ash’s antics... things had just intensified to an entirely new level.

With each passing moment, the Divine Horrors grew more aggressive and countless.

Their grotesque shapes surged across the battlefield in relentless waves, bodies formed from writhing aspects, fragments of divinity, and impossible geometries.

They spared no one, showing neither mercy nor hesitation, and without pause or fatigue, they killed, devoured, and moved on to their next prey.

In the midst of the chaos, two women stood back-to-back, fighting fiercely.

It was Victorious and Destiny, and they were in rough shape.

Victorious’s crimson armor was heavily cracked and stained with both her own blood and the ichor of the horrors she had slain.

She had deep gashes that ran across her arms and torso, and her breathing was labored.

Destiny wasn’t faring much better — her silver hair was matted with blood, and her once-elegant robes were torn and soaked.

Both women were covered in wounds that refused to heal properly, their conceptual damage was just too severe for normal recovery.

Yet they were still alive.... even after a long year of survival.

And the only reason they hadn’t been torn apart yet was because of their abilities.

Victorious’s Victory Sight constantly showed her the narrowest paths to survival, while Destiny’s Steps of Fate allowed her to subtly shift probability and redirect fatal blows.

Together, they had been surviving by using their own allies as substitutes for death — redirecting horrors onto other fighters, forcing others to take hits meant for them, and sacrificing those around them to buy themselves just a few more seconds of life.

But that method had finally reached its limit.

There was almost no one left around them to use as a shield.

In their immediate vicinity... which stretched for literal light years, the battlefield had become a graveyard of broken bodies and dissipating ideas.

And even still the Divine Horrors continued to pour in from every direction, their numbers seemingly endless, while the remaining Existence fighters were either dead, dying, or too far away to be of any use.

Victorious’s golden eyes were bloodshot as she scanned their surroundings, desperately searching for another path — any path — that could keep them alive for even a little longer.

There was nothing.

Destiny stood pressed against her back, her breathing heavy and uneven. She could feel her power straining under the constant use. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Every shift in fate was becoming more difficult, more costly. The threads around them were thinning rapidly.

Victorious gritted her teeth.

"...We’re out of options," she muttered, her voice hoarse.

Destiny opened her mouth to respond, but the words never left her lips.

In the very next instant, something appeared.

There was no noise, no burst of light, not even the faintest ripple in the air.

It was just suddenly there, as though it had always occupied that precise spot, and only in this moment had the world decided to notice it.

Both Victorious and Destiny instinctively turned their heads.

Floating silently a short distance in front of them was a being unlike anything they had ever seen on this battlefield.

It had no clear form, yet it possessed one.

Its body was a tall, humanoid silhouette made of shifting, liquid-like darkness that constantly moved and reformed.

Within that darkness, faint white cracks pulsed like veins, as if something was sealed inside and trying to break free.

Its head was featureless except for two thin, glowing white slits where eyes should have been.

From its back stretched six long, jagged tendrils of pure white essence that moved independently, twitching and curling like living things.

The air around it distorted violently, as though reality itself was rejecting its existence..

The moment this being appeared, every Divine Horror within a wide radius simply vanished.

They didn’t die or retreat... no, something even more ridiculous happened. All Divinity within the surrounding ten light-years completely vanished as well.

Which meant... the Horrors were vulnerable.

So, in this moment, they were completely erased — wiped from existence so cleanly and instantly that it was as if they had never been there in the first place.

Even the void where they stood was left untouched, as though they had been plucked out of the pages of the novel entirely.

Victorious’s eyes went wide in an instant, while Destiny’s breath hit sharply in her throat.

Yet, neither managed a single word.

They just stood there, transfixed.

The battlefield around them had gone eerily quiet in this immediate area, the constant sounds of slaughter and chaos now distant and muffled, as if the world itself was holding its breath in the presence of this entity.

The being floated silently before them, its form of shifting black essence and faint white cracks making it difficult to focus on for too long.

Its glowing white slits for eyes stared at them without emotion, yet both women felt an instinctive, primal sense of danger simply by standing in its presence.

Then, it spoke.

Its voice was low, layered, and carried a strange, echoing quality — as though multiple voices were speaking at once from within it.

"You are too weak to be here."

The words were not loud, yet they struck both women with crushing weight. Victorious felt her grip on her weapon tighten involuntarily, while Destiny’s breathing grew slightly uneven.

The being continued, its tone cold and absolute.

"Return to the Prime Expanse at once. However... Pass this message to whichever higher-up you serve under."

It paused for a brief moment, the white cracks along its body pulsing once.

"Code Black."