The Bloodline System Chapter 1672: Fifty Percent
Previously on The Bloodline System...
A fist, massive as a dozen mountain peaks, was hurled directly into the defensive wall.
BWHOOOOOOMMM!!!
The resulting detonation sent waves of distortion rippling for kilometers through the tainted void.
More dust settled.
More silence followed.
Then, the haze began to clear.
The barrier remained unbroken.
The bronze deity stared in disbelief, blinking his eyes.
"...What?"
At the center of the dome, Endric stood frozen. His teeth were gritted and thick veins pulsed against his forehead. Every single cell in his anatomy screamed in agony as he channeled a force beyond comprehension.
One of the galaxy-woman’s celestial arms folded across her chest, a look of amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Impressive little insects," she whispered. "But how much longer can you endure?"
That moment marked the shift in the tide.
Every deity on the scene launched an assault at the exact same time.
Not in sequence.
But as one.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The very fabric of the universe trembled.
The corrupted black-and-white zone warped under the pressure, shuddering beneath the weight of hundreds of divine strikes.
Inside the shield, everyone was reaching their limit.
Mixedbloods let out cries of pain as their energy stores were sucked dry.
The surviving aliens collapsed, drenched in sweat and shaking uncontrollably, yet they refused to stop feeding their power to Endric.
Hairline fractures began to spider-web across the telekinetic dome, resembling cracks in heavy glass.
Endric’s complexion drained until it was white as a ghost.
For every crack he managed to seal, two more splintered elsewhere.
He mended four, only for ten more to shatter across the top of the dome.
He pushed himself to the brink, roaring as he poured every ounce of his essence into the defense—
But the damage was spreading faster than his ability to repair it.
E.E shouted, his voice cracking with sheer exhaustion:
"You need to move faster, Angy! We’re going to be incinerated at this rate!"
Angy tightened her grip, sweat pouring down her radiant face.
"Almost—!" she wheezed, pushing her limits even further.
But the barrier...
It was failing.
A massive fissure ripped through the left side.
A hole a full meter wide suddenly burst open.
"NO—!!" Endric shrieked, desperate to close the gap.
But a deity had already made his move.
A hand glowing like a forged sun lunged toward the opening—
Falco reacted before anyone else could blink.
Dark mist erupted from his pores, coalescing into a jagged wall of sentient shadow that slammed into the breach.
The deity was forced to a halt inches away, scorched by the sudden surge of power.
Falco stumbled back, coughing up blood while chaotic shadows flickered wildly around him.
But the point of entry held.
Just barely.
Everyone was trembling now.
Their energy reserves were flickering out.
The glow of the barrier began to dim.
And then—
Nocturnis finally made his move.
While the others had been attacking in relentless waves, he had simply stood by, observing. He had been analyzing the dome, calculating its weak points, studying its energy flow, and timing Endric’s internal pulse.
Now, he raised a solitary finger.
"It was entertaining," he remarked softly. "But this is the end."
His finger descended.
A surge of darkness, more dense than entire universes, came crashing down from above.
Cries of terror erupted from those inside.
The barrier fractured—and then it imploded.
BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
The resulting shockwave sent them all flying into the void like dolls tossed by a blast. Their suits stabilized them, but their bodies tumbled violently through space. Some retched from the impact, while others blacked out from the sheer pressure.
The shield was gone.
Utterly annihilated.
Dozens of deities flared with murderous intent all at once.
The bronze giant turned his gaze immediately toward Endric, who was still reeling from the mental backlash.
"You," the deity snarled. "You were the most annoying of all."
He lifted a palm wreathed in fire—
A beam of divine energy shot toward Endric at the speed of light, carrying enough power to vaporize him into atoms.
The others were still spinning helplessly through the void.
No one was close enough to save him.
The strike reached Endric—
And at the final millisecond, a slender, small hand, radiating pure white cosmic brilliance, appeared from thin air. It caught the blast as easily as if it were a soft breeze.
Then—
SHRRRPP.
With a negligent flick, the attack was erased.
It was as if it had never existed.
A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.
Slowly, a glowing figure drifted forward through the floating wreckage of space.
Her aura shone with the intensity of a newly born sun.
Her eyes were filled with a cold, calm indifference.
It was Angy.
She hovered before the stunned gods with a frigid expression.
The ritual was finished.
She now commanded 50% of the Outworldly’s power.
And the universe bowed in her presence.
Moments after Angy wiped away the deity’s assault with a single motion, an overwhelming silence gripped the area. The deities, who had been savagely tearing at the telekinetic shield only moments before, now stood paralyzed. They stared at the golden-white figure that was now emitting an impossible level of energy.
Angy floated forward, her eyes shimmering with a dual-colored light—half the spectrum of the cosmos seemed woven into her pupils.
Her very existence warped the surrounding space, stretching and compressing the vacuum around her.
Fifty percent.
Half of his strength.
The power of the Outworldly.
The power of Gustav.
It thrummed violently within her, threatening to tear reality apart with every heartbeat.
Her hair drifted upward like pressurized smoke, and her limbs were traced with bright veins of cosmic light as she struggled to contain such vast power within a mixedblood’s frame. She took a single breath, and that simple action sent spatial ripples outward for hundreds of kilometers.
Falco, Endric, Aildris, E.E, Ria, Sersi, Elevora, and the rest watched with wide eyes, still recovering from the blast of the barrier's destruction.
The instant Angy moved... she disappeared.
A massive, titanic deity barely had time to blink before her fist crashed into his chest. Reality itself buckled inward at the point of impact. A delayed sonic boom erupted like the scream of a dying star.
The deity didn't fly back.
He was vaporized...
His physical form, his soul, and his divine essence were snuffed out like dust in a gale.
A second deity stared in horror, frantically conjuring a shield the size of a constellation.
It shattered under the weight of her gaze alone.
Before he could even think of retreating, Angy was at his side. She swiped her fingers once—bisecting him perfectly on a diagonal. No blood was shed. His very being simply... unraveled.
Two gods dead in under three seconds.
Chaos broke out among the divine ranks.
"She—she's using half of the Outworldly's strength!"
"This cannot be!"
"A mortal vessel shouldn't be able to hold that much!"
Angy remained silent. Words were unnecessary. Pulses of energy radiated from her as she moved forward, creating a protective shield for her allies behind her without even looking back. Whenever a deity tried to ambush her from the side, a cord of cosmic light would snare them and fling them through fractured space.
Endric watched, caught between terror and wonder.
"Is that really Angy...? She is on an entirely different plane of existence."
E.E swallowed hard. "Forget planes... she isn't mortal anymore. Even the gods look like they're about to run."
Falco stood with his fists clenched tight. His father—Nocturnis—now hovered directly in Angy's path, and the two were locked in a silent confrontation.
"Move," Angy commanded softly.