Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 458: Last Attack

Demon King Bael and God Zeus stood frozen in disbelief.

Their eyes locked on the small figure that now stood atop Fujin’s lifeless body. Asqa staying silent for a while witht her foot still impaled through the fallen god’s chest.

Even from a distance, the sheer finality of her strike could be felt.

Shock rippled through their armies. The Demon legions and Zeus’s thunder-clad warriors stared wide-eyed, unable to reconcile the image before them. A petite woman, barely more than a speck against the chaos, wielding enough power to kill a Celestial.

It shattered expectations and immediately rewrote fear when they saw her with their own eyes.

Asqa slowly raised her head, her sharp eyes locking on the two higher being leaders.

She was breathing heavily. Her body screamed from overexertion. But her expression remained unflinching and calm in the middle of the storm of fatigue in her body.

Even fatigue couldn’t dull her edge. Clyde’s smile widened with pride.

"Good work," he called out with his casual voice in the midst of carnage.

Asqa gave a single nod in reply, then pushed off from Fujin’s corpse, flying across the shattered terrain with a controlled burst of speed.

She landed beside Clyde. Her aura still flickering with leftover power. Together now, they stood side by side, facing the two forces before them that belongs to Zeus and Bael.

The battlefield fell silent again. Neither side moved or spoke. But the air was thick with tension as if the pressure is just shy of another battle.

Clyde didn’t break eye contact, but subtly without any sign of effort, he channeled energy into the amulet hidden beneath his tattered coat.

A faint pulse of slow, silent, and undetectable magic spiraled from him to his amulet.

He was preparing a portal to get out of here soon.

Zeus still stood in stunned silence. But the shock in his eyes had begun to twist into rage.

The sight of yet another Celestial lying dead before him was too much. First Susanoo. Then Tsukuyomi. Now Fujin and Amaterasu. Each death chipped away at something deeper within him. His pride, legacy, and the order of the cosmos.

The storm god’s aura intensified. Lightning crackled violently around him, dancing across his shoulders and arcing into the ground. His fists clenched. His breathing grew heavy.

He wanted vengeance.

Beside him Bael remained still but his expression was unreadable. He looks less shaken and more analytical. His crimson eyes flicked between Clyde and Asqa, reading every flicker of energy.

Of course he felt anger too because of the deaths, the imbalance, and the collapse of an ancient hierarchy.

But more than that, he felt uncertainty.

He realized that something wasn’t right when he actually standing in the same space as them. The power these two wielded was unnatural in every way.

"How?" he muttered under his breath. "How do they fight like this? What did they awaken?"

Then, without shifting his gaze, Bael whispered sharply to Zeus, "We should retreat. Zeus."

Zeus turned his head toward him with disbelief etched across his face. "What?"

"We can’t defeat them with our own power right now," Bael replied with low and serious voice. "We were too late. The Celestials here are already gone. Our only choice is to regroup, gather forces, and strike when we understand what they truly are."

Zeus looked as if Bael had spat poison into his face.

He gritted his teeth. His hands trembled.

"I will not retreat now," he growled. "Not after all of this!"

And with that, he lunged forward with no more words and no more warning.

"Wait!" Bael shouted, but it was too late.

The thunder god moved like a bolt of pure fury, launching himself through the air with a trail of blinding lightning behind him.

He summoned every ounce of his power into a single attack on the form of a lightning lance.

He hurled it with everything he had, aimed straight at Clyde and Asqa.

In the split second before it struck, Clyde reached over and grabbed Asqa’s hand.

Their eyes met.

And somehow, their minds linked — not through words, but through instinct. Unity forged through shared bloodshed.

As the lance roared toward them like a falling star, Clyde raised the Elderglass sword, and the black mist surrounding him ignited. It flared outward and wrapping around the blade.

The moment the lightning struck, the sky went white with light then a brutal deafening explosion can be heard.

Clyde hold his position, planting his feet as the crackling spear of lightning clashed against his sword.

The ground split apart beneath him. Craters formed and the air howled. The mist resisted and faltered but then they surged again, fed by something otherworldly.

With a guttural shout and a pulse of sheer will, Clyde pushed the lightning lance to the side.

It veered off course, slicing into a hill far behind him which detonated in a thunderous chain of collapsing stone. The shockwave swept across the battlefield.

When the dust cleared, Clyde was still standing with sword in hand, mist swirling wildly.

Asqa stood behind him, unharmed.

Clyde’s eyes narrowed.

"Nice try," he said coldly, locking eyes with Zeus. "Good. Now I don’t feel bad for what comes next."

Behind his back, the amulet glowed and the portal was opened. The air behind Clyde shimmered and then ripped. A swirling portal burst open behind him.

Without hesitation, Clyde gripped Asqa’s hand tighter and with all the speed his battered body could muster he dragged her backward into the portal.

In an instant, they vanished by the vortex. The portal sealed itself behind them with a sharp crack.

Zeus stood there, panting, arms trembling. His most powerful attack had been deflected.

His breath came in short bursts, half from exertion, half from disbelief. His fingers clenched and unclenched as his eyes locked on the empty space where the anomaly had stood.

Bael finally stepped up beside him.

"Told you," he said grimly.

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The portal expelled its two travelers into the courtyard of the mansion. Clyde and Asqa fell through the rift into the front garden.

Clyde hit the ground hard, skidding and then fall to the ground.

The Elderglass sword slipped from his grip and clattered beside him.

Clyde’s body heaved as he lay on his side, gasping. Blood seeped from his mouth and nose. His black coat was torn, and burns still laced his skin despite the stolen Celestial essence.

Asqa landed beside him in a stagger, managing to keep her balance. She dropped to one knee, immediately reaching for him.

"Clyde—"

"I’m fine," he rasped, but his voice betrayed exhaustion. "Just... give me a minute."

His fingers twitched toward the Elderglass sword but stopped. He didn’t have the strength to lift it.

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