Against The True Gods-Chapter 150: Fate(II)—Uriel(II)

Caine lay impaled on a grand lance of bronze, covered in black runes. His arms and legs were outstretched by long golden chains that soared out of the void, wrapped around and into him with vicious intent.

His skin, flesh, and bones constantly fell away in waves of rotten matter, only to regenerate in the next instant.

Floating in the air in front of him, Uriel stood.

"You know, the heavens were once filled with those like me, angels of untold beauty."

"We once lived in harmony with all there was and acted as the arbiters of good. We stood for all that bathed in light."

Uriel’s smile faded. His hands reached out and…

"ARGHHH!"

…dug into Caine’s face, gouging out his eyes.

Uriel played with the eyeballs in his palms, looking at them with a strange mix of emotions—fear, hate, reverence, and… jealousy.

"Those eyes. The bastard had the same eyes. Eyes of silver, a mane of white, skin kissed by the sun, and… a heart from the dreamless lands."

"Alone, he tore the heavens apart and chased my kind like dogs. From the greatest of our kin to the lowest, we were all hunted and…"

Uriel’s words trailed into an eternity of silence.

His palm clamped shut, and the eyeballs in his hands shattered, breaking into a rain of starry debris.

WHOOSH!

The lance impaling Caine vanished along with the chains that bound him. He fell from the skies and crashed onto the platform below like a discarded rag.

Uriel floated down.

"It’s dark, isn’t it?" He smiled. "To not see the light we angels once guarded—how horrifying must that be?"

Caine slowly stood up, his body still a monstrosity of falling flesh and bone, endlessly regenerating.

Uriel threw a punch forward, and Caine’s head exploded, his body collapsing backward, limp.

Uriel waved his hand, and Caine’s head reformed instantly.

"How helpless do you feel, hm?"

Uriel’s hands extended and grabbed the air as if it were a cloth. Then, with vicious force, he tore the empty space apart. Stay updated through novelbuddy

Following the motion, pulled by a terrifying spectral force, Caine’s body was torn in half, from head to toe. Blood spilled, and his organs splattered everywhere.

Uriel brought his hands back together, and the two torn halves of Caine’s body fused again.

"I stand upon these waves of holy light because I have known the depths of the dark abyss I fight against."

Uriel clapped his hands together, and from the platform below, a grotesque creature soared out. It began devouring and tearing Caine apart with violence that defied comprehension.

"But do you? Do you know how dark it can all truly be? Hm?" Rage simmered in Uriel’s tone, like a slumbering volcano slowly awakening, ready to erupt.

From the skies above, countless blades, spears, and weapons of all kinds began to form, along with beams of qi in every type and hue. With merciless intent, they rained down upon Caine.

"DO YOU NOT KNOW?!" Uriel’s voice boomed across the world, powerful enough to clear the cloud of chaotic qi that had engulfed Caine. It annihilated the creatures that had been tearing him apart.

Uriel’s chest heaved, his hands trembled, and his golden gaze slowly turned crimson.

Caine, still lying on the floor, began to move.

With excruciating slowness, he stood up.

He raised his guard and looked ahead.

"Ha… haha! Hahahaha!" Uriel laughed. "Let me show you something."

Uriel tapped the air, and a loud crack echoed.

Caine’s True Wills shattered.

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Uriel tapped the air again, and another loud crack echoed.

Caine’s Dao Hearts shattered.

"How fickle is it all, really? Hm? How insignificant are you to the likes of me?"

Uriel tapped the air again, and Caine’s True Will immediately… healed, along with his Dao Hearts.

Every time Uriel tapped the air, the cycle repeated.

A cycle that drove Caine deeper and deeper into a state of madness no mortal should ever face.

His Dao Heart crumbled and was erased countless times, while his True Will regressed, destroyed, and twisted over and over again.

His senses were stripped away one by one, and his cultivation faded by the second.

Through it all, all Caine could do was roar out in pain. His mind, too weak to comprehend what was happening, could only drown in the agony.

He was helpless.

"Come!"

As if compelled by an irresistible command, Caine charged forward. To him, the world had become an endless expanse of darkness and pain.

Mindlessly, he swung forward.

Uriel sneered. His blade tore through the air, severing Caine’s arms once more.

Uriel pivoted around him and swung his blade toward Caine’s neck. Yet, somehow—instinctively—Caine moved and dodged.

Uriel laughed. His leg shot out, crashing into Caine’s back, sending him flying across the platform. Bones shattered, and flesh unraveled under the friction as Caine skidded across the surface.

Even so, he managed to stop himself and stand up again. He raised his guard, his hollow eye sockets staring ahead.

In the distance, Uriel frowned, sensing something unusual.

At his level, intuition was a form of precognition. Trusting his instincts, he decided to end it.

"I suppose I’ve vented enough," he said, his wings flaring and stretching wide. "I’ll execute you with the little respect you deserve."

[Heavenly Truth: Chains of Erebus]

The same golden chains that had previously bound Caine reappeared, wrapping around his entire frame and forcing him to his knees.

The chains dug into his flesh, twisted around his bones, and pierced into his organs.

Terrifying golden qi seeped from them, flooding and corroding his body.

[Heavenly Truth: Fallen Lance]

From the platform below, two lances shot up, impaling Caine’s arms and stretching them outward. Golden veins of qi erupted across his skin, cracking and fissuring his body.

Two more lances fell from the skies, piercing his legs, locking him in place, and shattering his bones.

Uriel took step after step toward him, his blade elongating into a majestic, qi-covered sword.

His wings, previously simple, now bore countless amethyst pupils, radiating an overwhelming and terrifying power.

"May Samsara have mercy on your soul."

[Heavenly Truth: True Death]

There was no explosion, no flashiness, no fluctuation—Uriel swung, and Caine’s head was severed from his body.

Caine’s head fell to the ground and rolled across the platform. All signs of life were gone.

Death was ordinary—something even someone like Caine could work around.

But True Death?

Not even Gods, not even True Gods, could return from such an end.

It was absolute—an absolute and final death.