Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1150 - 1147: Didn’t Expect This

(Several minutes prior)

Prima and Primus had just finished consuming and obliterating the Heavenly Executor. They intended to fly down to their unconscious father, but more than a dozen deities suddenly blocked their path, surrounding them.

The gods engaged in a private discussion. They debated taking the pair for themselves, expressing a hunger to study their nature or harness their power for conquest. Others, fearing their lethality, argued that these entities were far too dangerous and should be sealed away or destroyed immediately.

Primus and Prima overheard every word, yet they remained indifferent to the gods' schemes.

Their only objective was to reach their Papa, and these beings were merely obstacles.

While Primus was inclined to slaughter them all, Prima possessed a more cautious temperament. She understood that making enemies of so many entities—many of whom appeared more formidable than their Papa—was unwise.

She sought a path to escape back to Papa without initiating a conflict with the gods.

If Papa were to awaken and command them to swat these irritating flies, they would obey without hesitation.

However, just as Prima was advising Primus against violence, several gods began discussing Corey. They spoke of capturing him, imprisoning him, and subjecting him to torture to extract his secrets, or perhaps simply ending his life.

The moment those threats reached Prima’s ears, her restraint vanished, and she transformed into a demon.

No.

She became something far worse, a devil so terrifying that even Primus felt a chill of fear for a fleeting moment.

Every single deity who had voiced a desire to harm or abduct Corey was struck down instantly.

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Blood.

A deluge of blood.

Despite the dark clouds and localized lightning storms obscuring the planet, not a single drop of rain had fallen.

When Pamela felt a stray droplet hit her skin, she ignored it at first. It wasn't until the drizzle turned into a heavy downpour that she took notice.

Wiping the liquid away, she realized with a shock that it wasn't water.

No.

It was crimson blood.

She looked toward the heavens, and the sight nearly paralyzed her.

Blood wasn't the only thing plummeting from the sky.

Heads.

Over half a dozen severed heads were falling, and Pamela’s eyes grew wide as she identified them.

They belonged to the new gods who had recently descended upon New Earth.

Their decapitated torsos remained suspended in the air, lifeless, as fountains of gore erupted from their severed necks.

As the gods' heads tumbled and spun through the air, they trailed the blood that created the gruesome rain.

Three seconds later, the headless corpses also began to drop, making the shower of blood even more intense.

Pamela was shaken to her core; she hadn't even perceived the moment these powerful beings were slain.

She glanced at the surviving gods, who stood trembling with expressions of pure terror as they stared at Primus and Prima.

Pamela shifted her focus to the duo. The image of the sky weeping blood over a suit of living armor that held a golden bolt of lightning was a vision she would never be able to erase from her mind.

This was especially true given the massive, elongated scar that tore through the space in front of the armor.

"It is no wonder the Heavens sought to execute you and shatter your equipment. Just what have you brought into existence, Corey?"

Pamela gazed at Corey with a look of complex emotion before turning back to Primus and Prima.

Prima shifted her attention toward her.

"Please take Papa to the Forge and heal him."

Pamela recoiled slightly. It was jarring to hear the voice of a four-year-old girl emanating from a suit of armor.

Her lips twitched as she watched Prima look down at Corey.

Even though the armor's helmet lacked a face, Pamela could sense the deep concern Prima felt for her creator.

"Do not fear for your safety. We will slaughter and consume anyone who attempts to lay a hand on Papa."

This time, the voice was that of a small boy.

She looked at Primus, who still maintained the form of the Heavenly Executor’s weapon.

She felt a desperate urge to wake Corey, but she knew it was impossible for now.

She looked from Corey to the two entities and nodded.

"Alright." After wiping the blood from her face, she approached Corey and lifted him in a princess carry.

She observed the gods, whose faces were a mixture of confusion and dread as they watched her depart with Corey, Prima, and Primus.

The aura of fear and caution radiating from the deities was palpable, and Pamela couldn't blame them.

Though she knew little of the divine realms, she suspected that none of these gods were a match for the two siblings.

Pamela kept these thoughts to herself, knowing that speaking them aloud would only invite more trouble for her.

With one final look at the pair, she began walking toward the Forge.

The Temple of the God of Living Constructs had been pulverized during the clash between Corey and the Heavenly Executor. Its former magnificence was gone.

The roof had vanished, and the southern and western walls were reduced to rubble. This destruction revealed the Forge—a floating, dark silver cube roughly the size of an elephant.

The gods had previously ignored the Forge, their focus entirely on the combatants.

Now that they noticed it, they felt a sense of bewilderment. The Forge appeared simple, yet its aura was both easily understood and completely unfathomable at the same time.

It was a paradox that unsettled them, particularly the True Gods.

Pamela reached out and touched the Forge. An entrance opened, and she stepped inside while still cradling Corey.

As the door sealed shut, Prima and Primus vanished instantly.

They reappeared atop the Forge. Prima sat cross-legged on the silver surface, with Primus resting across her lap.

"None shall touch Papa."

Their cold, youthful voices resonated across the world. Every god and observer watching the scene was left with a grim and solemn expression.

This was an outcome none of them had anticipated.