The Bloodline System Chapter 1657 1657: Divine Tyranny
The process of mass evacuation had commenced long ago.
Yet, no escape effort proved swift enough to outrun the encroaching doom.
While various leaders congregated within their subterranean command centers, the firmament above them violently ruptured.
A divine being descended, manifesting in a deceptively humanoid shape.
It was Cylis, God of Reunion.
A gentle expression graced his face.
His tone was soft-spoken.
His aura felt strangely inviting.
Entering the broadcast hub, he positioned himself before the lenses streaming his image across the far reaches of the cosmos.
"Mortals of the universe," Cylis announced with a cheerful air, "your era of misguided independence has reached its conclusion.
We have returned to guide you once more."
He gestured with a raised hand. "However, before we begin... a great many of you must perish. Only through the crucible of suffering can true understanding be achieved..."
Behind him, Terrayn was detonated, causing metropolitan centers to crumble, mountain ranges to turn to steam, and the very seas to reach a boiling point.
Cylis maintained his pleasant smile for the camera.
"Do not attempt to flee.
Do not offer resistance.
Our only desire is to take back what rightfully belongs to us."
The transmission flickered into a wall of static.
Terrayn was reduced to nothing more than a lifeless husk drifting in the vacuum of space.
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With every passing day, more worlds vanished from existence.
Twenty-seven minor realms were wiped out by lesser gods seeking a moment’s diversion.
The structures of the Universal Alliance were torn apart.
Fleets meant for terraforming were reduced to vapor.
Ships carrying refugees were hunted down and broken apart like discarded toys.
Deities began to clash over territories—colossal god-wars broke out, incidentally extinguishing billions of lives.
The Star Monasteries located in the Nebula Belt were devoured by Khar'Vuun, the Goddess of Hunger.
Sixteen different solar systems imploded under the weight of divine duels.
The mortal races soon understood that surrender provided no protection.
Some chose to plead.
Some offered worship.
Some fought back.
The majority simply died.
The Overseer traversed the galactic rim, waking even more primordial deities that the cosmos had long since forgotten... some were so ancient that their sanity had withered away.
Cosmic charts were permanently altered as half of the known universe was consumed by fire.
At this stage, those still breathing envied those who had already fallen.
Safety was a myth.
Sanctuary did not exist.
Hope had vanished.
There was only a universe gasping for air under a regime of absolute divine tyranny.
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PLANET NEMORA —
Nemora was a tiny world.
It was trivial.
Hardly noted on any map.
When the divine beings arrived, the people of Nemora did not fight.
Neither did they prostrate themselves.
They merely gathered their offspring, embraced one another, and looked toward the heavens as one.
Their elder spoke in a low voice:
"If this truly marks our conclusion…
Let us face it together."
A deity known as Yrel, the Quiet Moon, made her descent.
She drifted silently above them, her radiance casting light upon a modest village.
"Why do you not flee?" Yrel questioned, her curiosity genuinely piqued.
Elder Maron offered a faint, weary smile.
"We are aware that there is no escaping you."
Yrel tilted her head to the side.
"And why do you not beg for mercy?"
"Because those who suffer cannot negotiate with a tempest.
And you… you are the tempest."
For the first time since their resurgence, a god felt a moment of hesitation.
Yrel gazed down at the serene expressions before her.
She saw their quiet resignation.
She saw their peace.
It provoked her rage.
Mortals were forbidden from experiencing serenity.
Not in this new era.
She lifted her hand, and a tide of lunar energy swept over the land. Nemora disappeared, vanishing like a fading dream at daybreak.
Within a mere two weeks, the universe had transformed into something unrecognizable.
The cosmos fell under the dominion of chaos, terror, and shadow.
With Nocturnis governing the dark and the Overseer calling back gods from their graves, the universe was completely refashioned.
Mortals were left with nothing but unanswered questions:
Will there be anyone to halt this?
Does this signify the end of all things?
But silence was the only reply.
Only the echoes of divine laughter rang across the void…
While worlds shivered beneath their cold observation.
...
...
(( Two Weeks Prior ))
The very moment the universe shuddered from the destruction of the Outworldly's true form, Earth felt the impact...
A massive rift tore through the heavens. The blue canopy of the world distorted with thin cracks like shattered glass as the fabric of space-time vibrated. Clouds were ripped apart. Birds plummeted from the sky. The seas surged with violence, as if attempting to leap off the planet's surface.
As the shadows expanded... Nocturnis directed a greater portion of his focus toward this sector of the solar system.
Tragically, the Earth could not withstand such pressure, leading to the great shattering.
A catastrophic CRACK, more powerful than any thunder Earth had ever known, resonated across the continents as the globe itself fractured into three massive pieces.
Metropolises slid away from their tectonic foundations. Mountains were split down the middle. Whole nations were obliterated as the planet's crust was peeled back.
Billions of humans perished within the first hour, sparking a global wave of absolute terror.
The Mixedblood Organisation put every available evacuation plan into motion. Launch facilities were opened. Thousands of crisis vessels ascended, packed with panicked families, the wounded, and frightened children clinging to their parents.
However, the heavens offered no safety.
As the evacuation ships cleared the atmosphere, bolts of dark light struck like divine lances.
The shadows of Nocturnis tore through the hulls as if they were made of thin parchment.
Explosions lit up the sky like fading stars.
Those who were moments away from safety were either incinerated within their ships or cast into the void to suffocate in the silence of space.
Others sought refuge in deep underground shelters, hidden cities, or shielded facilities, hoping the gods might overlook them.
But the deities were not hunting.
They were playing games.
They toyed with what remained of humanity like a child observing an ant hill... moving from curiosity to amusement, then into boredom, and finally to destruction for the sake of entertainment.
Earth had ceased to be a world.
It was now a playground, and Nocturnis was quite pleased to transform Gustav's birthplace into a living nightmare.
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The MBO headquarters was no longer anchored to solid ground. It hovered upon a broken fragment of Earth the size of a small nation, suspended between the three drifting pieces of the planet. Above, the sky was a jagged mess of void and burning clouds.
Inside the facility, emergency alarms wailed without end.
Mixedblood officers sprinted through the halls; some donned their battle gear while others clasped their shaking hands in prayer, some weeping and others shouting curses at the sky.
Standing at the center of the command room was Jack, the most formidable Mixedblood of the era, a man capable of obliterating planets with ease.
Despite his immense power, he had never encountered an aura of such terrifying magnitude. To be able to rend a planet into three segments without even a physical gesture?
This was a foe on a completely different plane of existence.
Throughout his many conflicts, he had always maintained his composure, even when facing terrible odds, but in this specific moment...
His aura wavered like a candle flame trapped in a hurricane.
"What is the current status?" Jack asked, though the answer was already clear to his senses.
A shaking lieutenant answered, "Deities have manifested over nine different continents… sir, all communication with the alliance has been severed..." He faltered, his voice catching in his throat.