Only God-Chapter 551 - 475: Reliving History

The Sword of Victory seized from Laiendos’s grasp provided an enormous aid to Schiller.

The words spoken by Storm God Utus would normally become reality instantaneously, but the effect of the Sword of Victory manifested at that moment. It enabled Schiller to react before Utus’s words could finish, creating historical illusions.

All of this was observed by Laiendos, the God of Victory.

"Utus, if my sword falls into his hands, then his victory is assured,"

Laiendos declared.

"Then what should we do?"

Utus retorted,

"Come up with a solution quickly, for I cannot maintain this Storm Domain for much longer, and I also only have three chances to exit."

Upon hearing this, Laiendos hesitated no longer. The Divine Power of the God of Victory suddenly converged into a spiral, compressing continuously together, and as it did, his form began to slowly grow slender and upright.

"Hold him off for me, Lorri!"

Laiendos shouted.

Transformed into a giant, Lorri naturally obeyed. Countless Earth Spikes erupted from his vast palms, cascading down like rain towards the Great Angel Schiller, who dodged nimbly with the grace of flowing light.

Lorri’s Earth Spikes plunged into the vast ocean, raising giant waves and below them, sculpting magnificent natural wonders on the seabed.

Even though Lorri was a Fifth Rank Divine, Schiller felt that he was the easiest Divine to deal with.

One reason was that, being the Earth God, his abilities couldn’t be fully utilized over the great sea; the second was that, as a young deity, having awakened barely over a century, he couldn’t fully master his own power.

Lastly, it was because both Storm God Utus and God of Victory Laiendos were far more troublesome than he was.

However, Lorri still managed to delay Schiller. After dodging the Earth Spikes, the Great Angel suddenly realized Laiendos was no longer in his original form but had transformed into another Sword of Victory.

Laiendos’s transformation into a sword, along with the other Sword of Victory in Schiller’s hand, was indeed Laiendos’s trump card: the Twin Victory Swords.

If both Swords of Victory were held by one person, it would bring an absolute, unquestionable triumph, and not merely a narrow victory, but a grand one.

Such was the might of the Twin Victory Swords.

Yet now, one of the Swords of Victory had been taken away by Schiller, falling into his hands.

The reason Laiendos had not transformed himself into a sword before was, firstly, because the transformation lasted for a limited time, and secondly, because it would consume his Original Divine Power, requiring centuries to recuperate.

But now, with Schiller holding the Sword of Victory, protected by it, and having gained a great advantage, Laiendos had to transform himself to balance the situation between them.

Utus, grasping the Sword of Victory that Laiendos had become, spoke once more, solemn and reverent:

"Schiller, all that is yours shall be obliterated!"

Utus learned from his previous mistake and issued a decree to obliterate all that belonged to the Great Angel.

If everything was to be obliterated, then even if Schiller used historical projections, he would ultimately be unable to escape obliteration.

When the word "Schiller" was uttered, Schiller reacted.

"Nulosi."

Ancient Language "Alter."

This, too, was an Ancient Word from the Path of History, and its place was at the dome of the Holy Temple.

In Schiller’s hand, there seemed to appear an invisible pen, which altered history in the blink of an eye.

When Utus’s words fell, the entire Storm Domain inexplicably had no response.

"Sorry,

my name is ’Solamus.’

The Great Angel altered his own name in history.

With his understanding of the Path of History, he was not yet capable of altering an entire segment of history, but changing his own name was effortlessly done.

At this moment, the Great Angel genuinely believed himself to be Solamus, not Schiller.

Storm God Utus had certainly not anticipated this turn of events; He originally thought that at the utterance of those words, the Gods would finally herald victory.

However, the Path of Creation inverted the situation once again.

The Storm God understood that he had one more opportunity to make a proclamation. If he did not succeed this time, he would be defeated and no longer a match for Schiller. The victory of this battle would ultimately lean towards Schiller as well.

Utus was utterly panicked and perspiring profusely, his hand holding the Sword of Victory trembled ceaselessly, and the Storm Domain at his feet, although his own territory, felt like a prison trapping him.

And "Solamus" soared toward the edge of the Storm Domain, and Utus understood that he could not let him escape, he must make his declaration soon. Otherwise, once the Great Angel left the Storm Domain, he wouldn’t foolishly turn back.

In his desperation, Storm God Utus bellowed:

"Everything dies, everything perishes!"

The divine sound resonated powerfully.

In the blink of an eye, it echoed throughout the entirety of the colossal Storm Domain. This sea composed of furious winds, the clouds made of those same winds, the small islands, the lands... everything visible and invisible started to crumble like dust, meeting destruction and death.

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The Earth God Lorri stared aghast as his immense body shattered inch by inch, becoming dust in the wind.

Laiendos, transformed into the Sword of Victory, began to step into death from the tip of the sword on.

Even the sovereign of the Storm Domain, Utus, nearly uniformly faced the same fate: destruction and death.

The Gods in the Golden Hall trembled as they witnessed this scene, profoundly shocked by Utus’s choice, their bodies shaking uncontrollably as they shed sorrowful tears.

The Gods...

would ultimately achieve victory.

There, within the domain of destruction and death’s storm, a voice emerged.

It was the voice that chanted in the Ancient Language.

"Cano."

The word "resurrect."

Facing the endless destruction and death, Schiller at this point revived a corner of history.

The Great Angel exerted all his strength, radiance emanating from him, his entire figure shrouded in brilliant light.

What he wanted to revive was a sentence.

That sentence was from a time so ancient that it was unreachable, from an era before the Gods had been born...

That epoch when doom descended, when floods swept over everything, threatening to engulf the world...

The epoch when God still walked the earth.

Schiller exerted his utmost, barely managing to revive only half a phrase.

But as the half phrase fell, the infinite destruction and death, without any warning or reason, dissipated in an instant, vanishing without a trace.

The Earth God, who was breaking apart, Laiendos on the brink of death, and Utus, who faced annihilation, all returned to their original states in that instant.

As if nothing had happened at all.

That revived half phrase,

echoed through the heavens,

"...not one will be lost."

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