Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 552: War Of God 3

Ares wrenched the Godslayer Spear free from Sharky’s chest.

The sound of tearing flesh echoed faintly across the ruined plains.

Blood poured down, staining the shattered stone beneath them.

Sharky’s body swayed before collapsing onto one knee. His breathing grew ragged, each inhale sharp and uneven. His vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping inward as consciousness began to fade.

Across from him, Ares stood tall, spear crackling with divine lightning.

He raised the weapon once more, its tip pointed directly at Sharky’s bowed figure.

"You think this is just a weapon?" Ares said coldly, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "No, Sharky Valor... this spear holds Zeus’s ultimate enchantment."

The spear flared violently.

Ancient symbols carved along its shaft ignited one after another, radiating golden light that pulsed with overwhelming authority. The air grew heavy, as though Olympus itself had descended upon the plains.

"It contains a rule of Olympus," Ares continued, his eyes burning with war-intent. "A law that only gods may wield. And it pierces any being Zeus declares an enemy."

The runes blazed brighter, divine authority descending like an invisible verdict.

Sharky lowered his gaze.

Blood dripped steadily from the wound in his chest. His lungs burned as though filled with fire. Each heartbeat came slower than the last, weaker than the one before.

The Godslayer Spear was not merely a weapon of force—it was a decree.

Ares stepped closer, raising the spear high for the final strike.

"Because of your children, you took my son’s life," he growled. "Now I will take your."

Sharky coughed, blood spilling from his lips. His body trembled, strength slipping away, yet his eyes did not fully close.

Through blurred vision and fading breath, his voice emerged—hoarse, barely audible.

"...I’m not done yet..."

Ares roared, war-lightning exploding outward as he brought the spear down with all his might.

As the Godslayer Spear descended, its blade blazing with Zeus’s divine decree, the air itself screamed under the pressure.

Just as it was about to pierce downward and end Sharky’s life.

A voice shattered the battlefield.

"SHARKY!!"

Sif charged forward without hesitation, her golden hair whipping wildly behind her. Fire and lightning erupted from her palms, intertwining into a blazing torrent of divine wrath. She did not care about the consequences, nor the difference in power—only that the man she loved stood at death’s door.

Behind her, Hela moved like a storm of shadows.

Her eyes turned pitch-black, death energy roaring outward in violent waves. Necrotic flames ignited around her body, distorting the very air.

"YOU DARE TOUCH MY HUSBAND?!"

The Goddess of Death unleashed her full fury, emerald-black power crashing forward like a tidal wave meant to devour everything in its path.

But before their attacks could reach Ares, the War God’s aura erupted.

A crimson shockwave burst outward from his body, thick with divine authority and war-law. The impact alone was enough to shatter mountains.

Sif was thrown backward mid-charge, lightning scattering across the sky as she crashed against broken stone. Hela’s death-energy was forced apart violently, her body sliding dozens of meters across the cracked battlefield.

Ares did not even glance at them.

He merely tightened his grip on the Godslayer Spear, lightning spiraling violently around it.

"Come then," he snarled, crimson aura flaring like a volcanic eruption. "Join him in death."

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Far above, the ripple of Sharky’s near-death strike reached Olympus.

The entire divine palace trembled.

Hera gripped her throne for support, her knuckles turning pale as her body shook uncontrollably.

"Sharky... no... no..."

Her voice fractured.

Artemis had already broken into a sprint down the palace corridors, her bow blazing with moonlight.

"I’m going to him!" she shouted, fury overriding caution. "Let Zeus burn if he tries to stop me!"

Demeter collapsed to her knees, tears streaming freely down her face. The earth beneath Olympus trembled in sympathy with her grief.

Persephone’s body trembled violently, unable to steady herself. Her connection to the Underworld pulsed chaotically, mirroring the instability of her heart.

Aphrodite slammed her fist into a marble column. The divine stone cracked under the force.

"If he dies," she said through clenched teeth, voice shaking with rage and despair, "Zeus dies."

Even Athena, who had faced Titans and wars without wavering, lost her composure. Her calm shattered as she stepped toward the golden barrier sealing Olympus.

"Ares will destroy everything," she said urgently. "We must save him!"

But Zeus’s binding decree descended like chains of law.

Golden runes flared across the sky, forming an impenetrable barrier around Olympus. No goddess could pass. No divine power could pierce it.

They struck the barrier. They screamed. They pounded against the golden law with everything they had.

But none could descend. None could reach him.

And on the plains of Asgard, the Godslayer Spear remained one breath away from ending Sharky Valor forever.

Amid the shattered plains and lingering stormlight, Sharky moved.

Slowly with difficulty.

Blood continued to drip from his robes, staining the fractured stone beneath him. The wound left by the Godslayer Spear still glowed faintly, Zeus’s divine enchantment flickering within the torn flesh like a brand of heavenly judgment.

For a moment, it seemed as though he would collapse.

Yet, he stood. Unsteady, but upright.

Across from him, Ares tightened his grip on the spear and raised it once more, lightning coiling along its blade in preparation for the final strike.

But before he could move, Sharky laughed.

It was low and hoarse, dragged from a body on the edge of ruin. Pain was woven into the sound.

Yet beneath it, there was absolute confidence.

"Even if you killed me..." Sharky said slowly, lifting a hand to wipe the blood from his lips.

A faint smirk appeared. "...I would still return."

His fingers tapped lightly against the glowing wound in his chest, as if commenting on nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"And this?" he continued calmly. "...this was just simple pain."

Ares’s eyes widened, from fury.

That a man impaled by Zeus’s ultimate enchantment would dare to laugh.

Dare to smirk. Dare to stand.

The War God’s face twisted, veins bulging along his neck as divine wrath surged uncontrollably.

"THEN LET ME GIVE YOU MORE PAIN!"

His roar split the heavens as crimson lightning exploded outward, the Godslayer Spear blazing with even greater intensity.

Ares did not hesitate.

The moment the explosion of lightning faded, he surged forward again, his body transforming into a streak of crimson war-light that tore across the shattered plains. The Godslayer Spear screamed as it cut through the air, its tip dragging arcs of violent electricity behind it.

The ground beneath his charge disintegrated. Air compressed and burst outward in concentric shockwaves.

The entire battlefield felt it—the overwhelming weight of the God of War advancing once more.

Warriors were forced to shield their eyes. Even the sky seemed to bend under the pressure of his momentum.

Ares swung. The spear descended like judgment itself.

But this time, Sharky moved.

His impaled body had already been thrown into the crater, yet now he rose slowly from the smoke. His movements were neither hurried nor dramatic. He simply lifted his hand.

His voice was quiet. "Crystal Freeze."

The Ultivalortrix pulsed.

A deep, resonant hum spread outward, and in an instant, an impossible cold descended upon the battlefield. It was not ordinary frost—it was absolute zero intent, a freezing law imposed upon reality itself.

Sharky’s temperature dropped so violently that the divine aura around Ares began to crystallize.

Ice crept across lightning. Frost formed along the Godslayer Spear.

The spear struck Sharky’s chest again.

CLANG—!!

The sound rang out like steel striking diamond. The blade did not pierce him. It left only a faint glowing scratch across his now diamond-blue skin.

Ares staggered backward, boots grinding against frozen stone as shock overtook his fury.

"WHAT—!?"

At the same time, a second radiance ignited deep within Sharky’s body.

Beneath the crystalline armor formed by Crystal Freeze, Luminara energy surged like a blazing sun hidden under layers of diamond ice. White-gold mana flowed through his veins, repairing torn flesh and fractured bone at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The horrifying wound left by the Godslayer Spear—the gaping hole that had nearly ended his life—began to close. Broken ribs realigned. Scorched muscle regenerated. Residual divine lightning was expelled from his body in violent arcs, hissing as it dissipated into steam.

Within moments, Sharky stood upright once again, his injuries completely gone as though the devastating strike had never touched him. The divine lightning that had ravaged his body had vanished without a trace, and his aura surged steadily around him, vast and suffocating.

Yet the calm on his face did not signify peace—it signified fury restrained to its limit.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze and looked across the battlefield.

What he saw caused the air around him to grow even colder.

Asgard was suffering.

Warriors lay scattered across cracked stone. Shields were shattered. The once-proud golden plains were marred by fire and blood. The sky burned crimson under raging storm clouds summoned by war.

Sharky inhaled deeply.

As he did, frost gathered along his throat, spreading outward in delicate crystalline veins. The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted so sharply that even the flames nearby dimmed.

"You hurt my child," he said, his voice low and steady, yet carrying a terrifying weight.

"You hurt my wives."

"You threatened my home."

His eyes shifted into a deep, absolute icy-blue. Then he exhaled.

What emerged was not mere cold breath—it was a catastrophic release of frozen law. A colossal storm of crystal frost erupted from his mouth, an entire blizzard compressed into a single, devastating exhalation.

The battlefield froze in an instant.

Ares’ army was encased in layers of thick, shimmering ice before they could even react. Flaming monsters transformed into glittering statues mid-lunge. Storm giants were sealed within towering pillars of frost. War beasts collapsed as their bodies crystallized mid-roar.

Even the sky seemed to dim under the spreading cold.

Ares raised the Godslayer Spear, attempting to block the oncoming wave.

It was useless.

The frost struck him directly, blasting him backward with overwhelming force. His body tore through ten massive stone pillars, each one shattering upon impact. The ice spread relentlessly across his armor, over his limbs, sealing his movements as it tightened around him.

Within seconds, the God of War was completely encased in solid crystal.

The roaring chaos of battle vanished. Silence descended upon Asgard.

Frost drifted gently through the air like falling starlight.

Every warrior, every god, every living being on the field stared in stunned disbelief at the figure standing at the center of the frozen plains.

Sharky stood there, crystalline aura blazing around him, the ground beneath his feet still crackling with residual power.