I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 43: War against A god

Lucifer stood on the ruined balcony, the Sovereign’s Casket heavy in his iron gauntlet.

The air was unnervingly still, save for the faint drift of gray ash that had once been the Avatar. The cloud fell slowly, silently, almost in reverence of the destruction it marked.

But then the air thickened, the world warming into a blistering furnace.

This was no ordinary heat. The temperature climbed rapidly, becoming suffocating. Each breath burned Lucifer’s lungs, each step made the floor pulse beneath his boots.

He gritted his teeth, glancing at Elara and Sarah. The Valkyrie’s golden wings twitched as if resisting an invisible weight, the Oracle’s scepter began to hum faintly with celestial energy. Something had awakened.

The ash stopped mid-air. Gravity seemed to fail. Then, as if drawn by a divine hand, it ignited. Purple fire and golden sparks spiraled upward, forming a ten-foot-tall vortex that churned and roared with impossible power.

Lucifer’s system alerted him in violent bursts:

[System Warning: Divine Essence Unbound!]

[Entity: Zerathis’s True Avatar (Legendary Tier)]

[Status: Physical Vessel Destroyed. Core Essence Exposed.]

A humanoid figure stepped from the heart of the storm. It was tall, impossibly radiant, yet every inch of it burned with corrupted light.

It had no face. No armor. Only raw, searing energy condensed into a body of divine malice. Behind its head, a halo of necrotic fire twisted like a living, angry sun.

"You burned my vessel, mortal," the Avatar hissed. The voice did not echo in the air; it vibrated directly in Lucifer’s mind, ripping at his consciousness. "But you cannot burn a god."

Before Lucifer could react, the Avatar vanished from sight and reappeared directly in front of him. A fist of solid purple fire swung toward his chest with the force of a mountain collapsing.

"Elara!" Lucifer shouted.

The Valkyrie didn’t hesitate. She slammed her silver shield into the strike.

KRACK.

The impact tore the shield apart, sending a shockwave that rattled the ruined balcony. Elara’s golden eyes burned with defiance, but her ribs shattered.

She was thrown backward, her boots skidding against the cracked floor. She slammed against a shattered pillar, groaning, bleeding golden ichor that fell against the hot stone.

"I... hold the line!" she rasped, staggering to her feet despite the pain. Her wings beat weakly, yet with enough force to keep her upright.

The Avatar shifted its faceless head toward Sarah. Necrotic fire surged in waves, faster than thought.

The Oracle’s scepter glowed, trying to form a protective barrier, but the divine energy ripped the barrier apart.

The beams of white light that once bound the Avatar shattered instantly. Sarah fell to her knees, coughing blood, unable to summon even the faintest shimmer of her cosmic magic.

Lucifer’s fists clenched. Both of his companions were incapacitated, helpless against the god’s raw might. The Avatar’s faceless head tilted slightly toward him, the voice now dripping with disdain.

"You are alone. You cannot survive me, mortal. Your allies are broken. You will fail."

He swallowed, gripping the Carnage Core. The Tier 8 artifact pulsed violently, sensing the overwhelming divine threat. Ruby-red light erupted across Lucifer’s armor, surging into his longsword.

[Active State: Absolute Carnage]

[Effect: 100% True Damage Applied. Bypasses all Divine and Mortal Immunities.]

Lucifer charged.

The Avatar’s fist smashed into the balcony where he had stood moments before. Stone exploded, shards suspended mid-air by the god’s will.

Lucifer Void-Stepped just above the impact, his sword cutting through the Avatar’s forearm. True Damage flared as the limb fell, dissolving into harmless gray mist.

The god staggered but immediately began regenerating, energy knitting the wound back together in a blur of light.

The Avatar retaliated. Both arms lashed like whips of molten light. The shockwaves tore chunks of balcony into the air.

Lucifer dodged, teleported, and slashed, cutting and retreating in perfect rhythm with the god’s movements.

Every strike left a wound, every dodge saved his life by a fraction of a second.

Lucifer’s mind raced. He realized brute force would not be enough. The god’s divine essence was nearly infinite. He needed precision, timing, and environmental advantage.

He cast Gravity Crush, focusing on the air above the Avatar’s head. The black, swirling singularity slammed downward. The Avatar’s body compressed violently, knees buckling as stone cracked beneath it.

But the god twisted violently, countering the gravitational force with sheer divine will.

The halo behind its head expanded, dark fire coiling outward like a star about to go supernova. The heat scorched Lucifer’s armor.

He could feel the pressure in his chest, the strain in every muscle. Another strike of the halo would obliterate him instantly.

Elara tried to intervene. She soared from the balcony’s edge, golden wings beating with explosive force. But the Avatar’s fist of light crushed her midair, sending her spiraling into the shattered balcony, unconscious.

Sarah, barrier destroyed, lay pinned beneath floating debris, gasping for air, utterly powerless.

The Avatar’s faceless head turned to Lucifer. The voice ripped into his mind again.

"You are alone. You cannot stop me. The world will crumble before me, and you will join your friends in nothingness."

Lucifer’s pulse quickened. He felt the god’s power pressing against his mind, crushing every thought. Every instinct screamed to retreat, to survive.

But he could not. He would not. Not when this was the final moment to stand against divinity itself.

He activated Zephyr’s Grace Emblem, slowing time. The world stretched into surreal stillness. Every shard of fortress hung suspended.

Fire hung frozen midair. Every breath, every droplet of sweat, every strand of Sarah’s hair shimmered in the suspended moment.

Lucifer Void-Stepped repeatedly, analyzing the Avatar’s movements, each attack, each regenerative twitch.

He dodged blasts of necrotic fire, sidestepped divine fists, and slashed limbs of light, severing them as they formed, all while maintaining a perfect mental map of the battlefield.

The balcony had become a shattered cage of floating debris, ash, and suspended fire. Time stretched into a breathless infinity.

The Avatar’s halo expanded further, coiling with malevolent intent. A single misstep could destroy everything.

Lucifer’s eyes glowed void energy. His sword pulsed with the Carnage Core’s ruby light, the air vibrating with the combined force of Void and True Damage.

He leaped to a precarious ledge, observing the halo’s expansion, calculating the perfect strike. His chest burned, his muscles screamed, but he did not hesitate.

"All of it," he whispered under his breath, voice calm despite the chaos. "Into one strike."

Time slowed to an absolute crawl. The balcony trembled beneath the suspended debris, golden dust swirling, fire coiling, ash hanging in perfect midair.

Lucifer raised his sword, glowing violently, and positioned himself above the Avatar, directly above the dark halo. Every fiber of his being was ready.

The moment hung between life and annihilation. Below him, the god roared, its voice a tangible force pressing against Lucifer’s mind.

Above, the sky seemed to tremble under the weight of divinity unleashed. Every particle of suspended debris, every floating shard of fortress, every drop of blood hung in impossible stasis.

Lucifer inhaled. The final strike was within reach. The Avatar’s divine essence pulsed beneath him, almost alive, almost aware. His companions were broken. The god had nearly won. The stakes could not have been higher.

And yet, Lucifer’s hand tightened on the hilt of the longsword, the Carnage Core flaring violently. He would strike. He had to.

The balcony, the battlefield, and the suspended chaos all waited in silence. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. The world held its breath.

The final Chapter of the battle had not yet begun.