The Bloodline System Chapter 1658 1658: One Pest Down

Jack shut his eyes tight... no salvation was coming.

"Where is Gustav?" a fellow officer hissed, his teeth clenched as he fought back a rising tide of terror.

Opening his eyes, Jack spoke in a low, somber tone:

"He's not coming."

An immense shadow suddenly draped over the floating headquarters.

As Jack walked out onto the crumbling platform, the air seemed to leave his lungs.

A deity was suspended in the sky above them. The being was colossal, possessing the terrifying elegance of a cyclone, draped in a shroud of obsidian feathers and glowing stardust. His humanoid shape was warped and elongated, shifting constantly as if the laws of physics were mere suggestions.

A smile spread across the deity's face.

"Earth's insects. I expected to see more of you still breathing."

With fists tightly balled, Jack took a step forward.

Behind him, thousands of Mixedbloods began to congregate, forming defensive lines. The sky was set ablaze by the fusion of their powers. Plasma, frost, roaring flames, lightning, and spatial cracks... every conceivable supernatural bloodline was unleashed in a final, desperate tempest.

"You are facing the final line of Earth's defense," Jack proclaimed. "And I promise you—this world will not fall without a struggle."

The deity let out a soft laugh.

"Youngster… your world has already perished."

Then, he made his descent.

Jack surged upward to intercept him, the sheer momentum of his flight tearing the atmosphere apart. Space fractured around his forearms as he threw a devastating opening blow... a punch fueled by gravitational inversion that shredded the fabric of space-time.

The strike connected.

The deity's head was knocked to the side, sparking a sudden flame of hope among the Mixedbloods watching from below.

Jack did not stop, raining down strike after strike.

Every hit carried the weight of an apocalypse. His fists birthed miniature suns, his kicks warped the gravitational fields, and his battle cries caused space itself to tremble.

He fastened his glowing hexagonal concepts onto the deity’s massive frame, triggering internal explosions that threatened to rip the being apart.

He battled with the intensity of a dying star burning through its final moments.

However—

The deity merely turned his head back with agonizing slowness, his glowing eyes filled with mocking amusement.

"Impressive... for a mortal."

Then, the entity reacted.

His arm blurred faster than any eye could follow... the slap he dealt Jack was instantaneous.

The thunderous boom of the impact echoed only after the blow had already landed.

Booom!

The force of the slap completely shattered Jack's chest.

Like a falling meteor, Jack plummeted, slamming into the headquarters and vaporizing half of the facility. Screams erupted from the Mixedbloods as wreckage rained down upon them.

Struggling out of the impact crater, Jack coughed up blood that turned to steam instantly from the sheer heat of the collision.

He forced his arms up once more.

He launched another charge.

The deity simply pointed a finger. A shaft of black radiance skewered Jack's midsection.

A second beam severed his spinal column.

A third pierced through his throat.

The sequence was so rapid that it evaded the perception of those below.

To the onlookers, holes simply manifested across Jack's body in a heartbeat.

Despite the damage, Jack fought to remain standing.

"You are… not… gods…" he gasped, even as one of his constructs manifested around the moon.

In a flash of teleportation, the entire moon was brought down to collide with the deity.

As the lunar debris fell, thousands of glowing hexagonal constructs appeared, vaporizing the fragments before they could impact the Earth's surface.

"You are WRONG."

The deity’s voice thundered through the chaos as his hand emerged from the lunar explosion, entirely unharmed.

In that final moment, Jack’s life flashed before him—his missions, his triumphs, the first time he met Gustav, and how Gustav always shattered the limits of the possible—

Then, his skull was crushed like overripe fruit.

Silence gripped the world as Jack's broken body fell.

The mightiest Mixedblood of the era…

Slaughtered in seconds.

The members of the Mixedblood Organisation let out a collective howl of fury and hopelessness.

The deity merely yawned.

"One nuisance dealt with."

What followed was no longer a conflict.

It was a massacre.

Thousands of Mixedbloods threw themselves at the deity in a chaotic storm of powers. Fire burned at impossible temperatures. Lightning turned mountains to vapor. Blades of spatial energy carved through pieces of the floating world.

The deity laughed amidst the onslaught.

He allowed their strikes to land.

He permitted them to believe, for a heartbeat, that they stood a chance.

Then, he wiped them out.

With a simple sweep of his arm, a wave of divine shadow disintegrated a hundred officers in an instant.

With a flick of his wrist, forty more were reduced to cinders.

A single pulse of his aura caused the MBO's remaining warfleet to shatter into glowing dust.

Every technique they used was burned away.

Every sacrifice made was snuffed out like a candle.

Every plea... went unheard.

In mere minutes, the MBO had ceased to exist.

The greatest force Earth had ever known.

The pillar everyone believed would never break.

Turned to nothing but ash.

Blood drifted through the vacuum between the planet's shards, glinting like jewels in the darkness.

(( Present Day ))

Across the ruined world:

• A deity strolled through the wreckage of Echelon City, crushing crowds underfoot like pebbles.

• Another used strands of light to pull at fleeing humans, manipulating them like puppets until their frames snapped.

• A deity hoisted a mountain range, swinging it like a mace to pulverize the remains of Aribia City.

• Divine beings turned entire metropolises into ice sculptures, freezing citizens in their final moments of begging for life.

• Plankton was consumed by eternal divine fires that refused to die out.

• Wabarion was devoured by shadows that consumed sound, light, form, and even memory...

Continents crumbled in a matter of hours.

The Earth’s rotation was broken. Its molten core lay exposed. The oceans bled into the void like ribbons of water. Storms of impossible geometry raged across the sky.

And through the carnage…

The deities mocked the fallen. To them, this was nothing more than a game.

Everywhere—over radio frequencies, inside failing bunkers, on the drifting remains of the world—one name was cried out repeatedly:

"Gustav… save us…"

"Where are you?"

"Outworldly… we beg of you… help us…"

"Gustav… please…"

Parents screamed his name while holding their children.

Dying soldiers whispered it from beneath the rubble.

Scientists sobbed into their final broadcasts.

Pilots reached out with their last breaths as their cockpits disintegrated.

With Jack’s fall, all hope rested on Gustav. He was the most formidable Mixedblood of the new generation, a figure known not just on Earth, but throughout the stars.

The one man who the people of Earth knew had saved them time and time again.