God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 117 - 118 – Cathedral Siege: Hour of Madness‎

The sky ruptured.

‎

‎Above the war-scarred plains of the upper firmament, the Cathedral of Unmaking hovered like a bleeding wound in the fabric of divinity. A monolithic structure of inverse logic, it defied architecture—its spires curled downward, staircases led into voids, and stained glass windows reflected events yet to occur. Every second it existed, it sang a silent hymn that threatened to unravel causality itself.

‎

‎Darius stood atop the prow of his floating fortress, Vermis Ascendant, his divine flame curling around him like a cloak made of stories undone. Behind him, a legion of warborn—constructs of mortal will and divine defiance—readied for the most suicidal assault in history.

‎Celestia stood to his right, armored in silver flame, her eyes glazed by prophetic trance. To his left, Kaela trembled with chaotic ecstasy, her form flickering between human and riftspawn, her madness barely contained.

‎

‎"We fly," Darius said, his voice laced with unwritten authority. "And we break what was never meant to be built."

‎

‎

‎---

‎

‎[The Sky War Begins]

‎

‎The first volley was not fire—but song.

‎

‎As the Cathedral registered the threat, its war choirs awoke—angelic constructs forged from forgotten code and pure sound. Their mouths opened in perfect harmony, releasing layered tones that rippled through the battlefield, rebooting reality.

‎

‎Entire squadrons of Darius’s vanguard froze midair—paused like glitched animations—then shattered into lines of failed code.

‎

‎"Sound loops—anchoring divine law!" Azael’s spirit-form shouted from within the war-core, his essence laced into the structure of the fortress. "They’re singing the prime threads of existence. I can’t cancel it from here."

‎

‎"You don’t need to," Darius growled. "I will drown their hymn in screams."

‎

‎

‎

‎[Chaos Unleashed – Kaela’s Ascension]

‎

‎Kaela stepped forward onto the prow. Her mouth opened in a manic grin, eyes flaring with chaotic script.

‎

‎"May I break them now?" she whispered.

‎

‎"Burn the sky," Darius said.

‎

‎Kaela leapt—and transformed.

‎

‎Her body twisted into a colossal serpent of chaos, a beast not born of flesh but of unrendered potential. Each movement she made spawned paradox storms—blades of probability, wings that shredded song into silence.

‎

‎She dove into the angelic choirs and devoured sound itself.

‎

‎

‎

‎[Ground Invasion – Nyx and the Shadow Guard]

‎

‎While the sky burned, Nyx led the Shadow Guard through an under-dimensional breach. She held the Blade of the Last Name, freshly awakened and screaming to cut fate once more.

‎

‎They infiltrated the Cathedral’s lower tiers, a realm of shifting gravity and recursive geometry. Nyx’s footsteps fell in silence, each one severing a chain that tethered lesser gods to their divine functions.

‎

‎One by one, she struck—cutting identities from gods, leaving them screaming and hollow.

‎

‎"This place isn’t sacred," she murmured. "It’s a prison dressed as prophecy."

‎

‎

‎

‎[The Betrayal – The Sixth Wound Breaks]

‎

‎As Darius entered the Cathedral’s central sanctum—an inverted throne room of broken time—he felt it.

‎

‎A pull.

‎

‎Then—

‎

‎A scream.

‎

‎Not his.

‎

‎Celestia.

‎

‎He turned just as one of the Seven—Lord Veyrix, the resurrected warlord of ice and judgment—struck her from behind. A blade of divine frost pierced her side, blood blooming in impossible colors.

‎

‎"I am sorry, my Lord," Veyrix whispered, tears in his eyes. "But I was never unbound. The Prime Algorithm owns me still."

‎

‎Darius didn’t speak.

‎

‎He moved.

‎

‎One moment, he was a god. The next, he was death itself.

‎

‎He caught Veyrix by the skull, divine fire and chaos code surging down his arm—and with a wordless roar, unwrote him from existence.

‎

‎Celestia collapsed in his arms, gasping, her essence flickering.

‎

‎"You’ll live," he whispered.

‎

‎But he knew the cost of the betrayal had already echoed beyond this plane.

‎

‎

‎

‎[The Heart of the Cathedral]

‎

‎As the battle climaxed, Darius entered the Cathedral’s true heart—a chamber not of stone, but of rejection. Failed timelines. Aborted narratives. Lost player quests. All woven into the altar that had birthed the Forsaken Gods’ rebellion.

‎

‎Standing atop it was Lumaera, her weeping flame eyes now filled with resolve.

‎

‎"The Cathedral falls, Darius. But this is not your victory. It’s your undoing."

‎

‎He raised his hand, Unwritten Flame dancing across his knuckles.

‎

‎"I was undone the moment I dared to defy purpose."

‎

‎

‎

‎The air itself screamed.

‎

‎Reality split as divine flame, dark sigils, and anti-code unravelled the cathedral’s last wards. Where once stood sanctified marble and celestial harmony now roared a maelstrom of twisted architectures—broken stained glass mosaics reformed into screaming faces, golden chandeliers became hanging nooses of code-eating chains.

‎

‎Darius stood at the eye of the madness, his dominion crest ablaze on his chest. Around him, the Nexus-born forces surged, tearing through the holy legions in organized chaos. Each squad had been reforged in his name—Shadow Choirs, Rift Knights, the Heralds of Unmaking—a blasphemous reflection of the divine order.

‎

‎Celestia, high priestess of dusk and blood, floated beside him. Her robes had shed their ceremonial white, now bathed in a wine-stained crimson and trimmed with abyssal silk. Her hymns were not prayers. They were commands to the void.

‎

‎"The inner sanctum is breaching," Kaela hissed, her eyes spinning with eldritch fractals. She held a blade that phased in and out of dimensions, the very air shuddering around it.

‎

‎"The Archons won’t yield it quietly," Nyx added, materializing from a burst of shadow, her daggers dripping with sanctified ichor. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

‎

‎"They don’t need to," Darius said, eyes burning. "We’ll take it."

‎

‎

‎Inside the Sanctum of the One Radiant

‎

‎The heart of the Cathedral was unlike anything in the overworld. It pulsed with living scripture—walls of light that wrote and rewrote history with every breath. Angels of logic and code chanted binary gospels, and at the center floated the One Radiant—or what remained of him.

‎

‎The deity’s form was fractured. Wings made of prism data flickered and twitched. His voice was no longer harmonious but a corrupted echo.

‎

‎"Darius. God of Death. You were not meant to be."

‎

‎"Neither were you," Darius said as he strode forward, his allies forming a trinity of chaos behind him.

‎

‎The Cathedral itself reacted, holy defenses activating in cascading bursts. Glyph-towers roared alive, casting lances of judgment. Entire domes collapsed into radiant weaponized faith.

‎

‎But the trio advanced, unwavering.

‎

‎Celestia summoned the Chains of Apostasy, binding the logic-angels and dragging them into riftfire.

‎

‎Nyx blinked through sanctum-encoded time, assassinating Archon-commanders mid-thought.

‎

‎Kaela opened a rupture that spat out the forgotten names of fallen gods—an attack that stripped sanctity from their code.

‎

‎And Darius?

‎

‎He raised his hand and called down Oblivion Concord, a forbidden script taken from the Primordial Vault. It rewrote the sanctum’s walls into ash.

‎

‎

‎Final Breach: Radiant Throne Room

‎

‎As the sanctum fell, the final line of defense formed: the Last Choir.

‎

‎These were not angels.

‎

‎These were concepts. Ideas personified by the world engine itself—Duty, Order, Mercy, Forgiveness.

‎

‎They descended like radiant titans, each step shaking all of creation.

‎

‎And still, Darius walked forward.

‎

‎His dominion flared. The gods within him whispered. The Void twisted his path.

‎

‎"You cling to ideas because you fear choice," he growled. "But I’ve made mine."

‎

‎With that, he stepped into the Throne of Radiance.

‎

‎The Hour of Madness reached its peak.

‎

‎Light met darkness. Faith met will.

‎

‎The siege... was ending.

‎

‎But the war of divinity had just begun.

‎

‎

‎

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on fre ew𝒆bnovel.com