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Chapter 208: In the Bustling Land of the Gods, the God Slayer Suffered a Fiasco!
🕑 Added 2025-03-26 12:13:41 +0000 UTCAccording to those who witnessed that fateful day—
Above the land where the gods once dwelled, the echoes of dying monsters resounded through the heavens.
The mighty roar of the Doomsday Magic Wolf pierced the skies, mingling with the sharp, relentless clash of weapons.
And amidst it all, the Eternal Flame burned.
This sacred fire, capable of reviving the dead, clung to the earth like an unyielding force. Under the call of the Goddess of Death, the fallen gods were resurrected once more, rising to continue their battle against the Butcher God.
Reborn through the power of the Eternal Flame, the undead warriors fought without fear. They cut down endless waves of shadow creatures with ruthless efficiency.
Their enchanted blades could split the ground with a single stroke, severing even the strongest shadow monsters where they stood.
Beyond the raging flames, the sky was veiled by countless swords—
Each one a blade of pure magic, falling like a storm of rain, slicing the Butcher God to pieces over and over again.
Yet, each time he was torn apart, he returned.
Again and again, he resurrected himself, his hatred undying.
He sought to strike down the Goddess of Death.
And yet, in the end—he failed.
No one knew how long this divine war raged.
Perhaps a day?
Perhaps a month?
Mortals could only cower in the shadows, watching the infernal battlefield from afar, their ears filled with the relentless roar of the demon wolf and the crackling of divine flames.
For them, it was a scene of unimaginable terror—
As though the end of the world had arrived.
Despair hung thick in the air.
Until finally—
The Butcher God, defeated and humiliated, fled.
He led his remaining shadow monsters in retreat, vanishing from the planet in disgrace.
The Goddess of Death, Hela, had emerged victorious.
Under her command, the people began rebuilding their ruined homeland, while she introduced them to something called the Magic Web.
According to Hela, it was a divine gift—
A blessing bestowed by Aaron, the great God of Magic.
A god beyond all others, ruling from Asgard—the most powerful divine realm in the universe.
She declared herself his first apostle, the future Queen of Asgard.
And she had come to teach them the ways of magic.
If they were willing to learn, they too could wield god-like power—
They could stand against future invasions, whether from the shadow monsters or other cosmic threats.
And if they were fortunate enough, a select few might even be chosen—
Summoned by the God of Magic himself, granted the supreme honor of becoming his apostles.
Some, she claimed, could even ascend to godhood.
To be worshiped by others as divine beings.
At first, the people hesitated.
But then, out of sheer desperation and a hope so slim it barely existed, they began to sign the contracts—
And soon, the impossible happened.
The first mortal successfully cast a spell.
And in that instant, the world changed.
The people went mad with excitement.
From then on, everything moved swiftly.
Every moment was spent absorbing magical energy, refining their abilities, learning, and growing stronger.
In just a few days, from the elderly to the youngest of children, the entire population was connected to the Magic Web.
And thus, their faith shifted.
They began worshiping the God of Magic and the Goddess of Death.
Though they had never seen Aaron, they believed.
And in their hearts, their old gods were replaced.
Hela Remains Behind
Though she should have left, Hela remained.
Leaning against the massive form of Fenrir, she lazily asked,
"Any news of the God Slayer?"
The enormous demon wolf, Fenrir, licked its paws idly, as though reminiscing about a bloodbath that had long since ended.
Though resurrected by Hela using a simulated version of the Eternal Flame, Fenrir was no ordinary beast.
He had also connected to the Magic Web.
And his strength far surpassed that of most gods.
The so-called "Three Warriors of Asgard" were mere insects before him.
Against the shadow monsters?
They were nothing.
A single swipe of his claws, a mere snap of his jaws, and even the toughest of them fell like insects before a hurricane.
Even Hulk’s raw strength paled in comparison.
Yet, despite Fenrir’s power, his enemies had one thing—
The Black Death Sword.
One of Hela's warriors responded, "No, the God Slayer has remained hidden since the last battle. He hasn’t been spotted on any other planet."
"Perhaps he's already terrified of your power and has fled far away."
Hela chuckled.
"No," she said. "He hasn’t run. His hatred for the gods will not let him rest until his mission is complete."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Believe me, he's watching. Hiding in the dark. Waiting for a moment to strike."
Her expression darkened.
"If his Black Death Sword so much as scratches me, even I will feel it."
Then, with a sneer, she added,
"But that’s all he has."
"The so-called God Slayer?"
She scoffed.
"A mere assassin. A coward who relies on sneak attacks."
Before she had been sealed away, she had heard of the God Slayer.
Rumors of his existence stretched back through the ages.
And yet, now that she had fought him herself—
She was thoroughly disappointed.
If it weren’t for the strange nature of the Black Death Sword, which prevented her from getting too close,
And if she could simply crush it as she once had Mjolnir,
This battle would have ended in an instant.
Instead, Geer had been resurrected by the power of the Black Death Sword again and again.
Dragging out a fight that should have been over before it even began.
"Should we expand our search?" someone asked.
"No need," Hela waved a hand. "Call everyone back. We’re moving on to the next planet."
She had no interest in playing with Geer anymore.
Initially, she had been concerned that the God Slayer might pose a threat to Aaron.
But after their battle—
She realized the truth.
Geer couldn't even defeat her.
What chance did he have against the God of Magic?
With her decision made, Hela sent a final report of the events before leading her forces away.
Her goal was clear—
To spread the Magic Web to even more worlds.
To grow even stronger.
The God Slayer Watches from the Shadows
Long after Hela had left, a pale man emerged from the darkness.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body weakened.
Geer, the God Slayer, had watched in silence.
He had considered attacking Hela from the shadows, using his powers to strike at her when she least expected it.
But something told him—
It would have been meaningless.
She had anticipated his ambush.
She was waiting for it.
So instead, he endured.
He waited.
And when she was gone, he whispered—
"Goddess of Death... you got lucky this time."
"But next time…"
His voice was cold.
"It won't be so easy."
Then, with a final glance at the empty battlefield,
He vanished into the shadows once more.
His true target remained.
He would find Aaron, the God of Magic.
And this time, he would not fail.
Almighty City
Aaron led his group through the universe, arriving at a realm known only to the gods.
Since he had never been here before, he couldn’t use teleportation to pinpoint its location.
However, the journey posed no difficulty for him. Unlike Thor, there was no need for him to rely on the Stormbreaker to fly.
“Wow~ This is Almighty City? Awesome!”
“Is this where the gods live?”
Gwen and Wanda gazed around in awe, their eyes sparkling with excitement.
The city seemed like something straight out of a fantasy, a place that belonged in fairy tales. Its breathtaking spectacle was enough to leave anyone speechless.
“These buildings are incredible,” Gwen observed. “They incorporate architectural styles from various powerful pantheons, blending the most advanced high-tech in the universe with magic.”
“There must have been many master craftsmen and divine artisans involved in creating this,” Wanda added.
Amora, however, was unimpressed.
Although Almighty City was majestic and magnificent, it was no grander than Asgard’s realm. Having lived among the gods for so long, she had developed an immunity to such sights.
The same was true for Sif and Aaron.
Only Wanda, Gwen, and Jean were truly amazed, as they had never been to Asgard before.
“Should we disguise ourselves?” Jean suggested. “The gods only invited you, Aaron. We’re just mortals—perhaps we’re not meant to be here.”
“If disguises are necessary, I have a solution,” Amora offered. “We could pretend to be Gods of Emotion. I can replicate their signature cloaks to conceal your identities.”
Each color of a God of Emotion’s cloak represented a different feeling, making it a perfect disguise.
After all, gods rarely scrutinized one another—it was considered impolite to do so.
Furthermore, ordinary mortals would never dare to risk divine wrath by impersonating a deity.
As for Sif and Amora, they were already recognized Asgardian goddesses, so they had no need to hide.
“No need,” Aaron dismissed the idea. “If they have a problem with it, we’ll just leave.”
He wasn’t here to beg for anything—it was the gods who sought his presence, not the other way around.
If they took issue with his companions, then they could simply step aside.
At that moment, Aaron’s gaze landed on two towering figures.
Their immense size alone wasn’t what drew his attention—rather, it was their identities.
These beings were Celestials.
One was a Mad Celestial. The other, a Celestial Gardener.
But…
Something about them felt off.
They seemed different from the Celestials Aaron remembered.
Moreover, Celestials serving as Zeus’s guards? That was unheard of.
Even the weakest among them vastly outclassed ordinary galactic deities.
Zeus, though powerful—perhaps even slightly stronger than an average god—was nowhere near the level required to command Celestials as his personal guards.
After a moment of observation, Aaron lost interest.
Perhaps they were merely enchanted statues, crafted by Zeus to intimidate others.
Or maybe… they were just here for the divine feast.
Whatever the case, it didn’t concern him.
Aaron pressed forward with his group, stepping into one of the most magnificent buildings in the city.
This was the Golden Temple—the meeting place of the gods.
Inside, many deities had already gathered.
Only the most revered divine beings—creation gods and the chief deities of major pantheons—were permitted a seat here.
Some were familiar to Aaron.
Others were not.
The gathering wasn’t limited to the gods of Earth’s mythologies—galactic deities from across the cosmos were also in attendance.
As they entered, Amora—who was well-versed in divine lore—took on the role of interpreter.
“Look there,” she whispered. “That’s the Egyptian God of Magic.”
She gestured toward a goddess clad in a flowing white robe, a pair of ethereal wings adorning her back.
“Though she holds the title of a magic god, she is nothing compared to you, Master.”
A hint of disdain laced Amora’s tone.
The Egyptian pantheon was powerful, much like Asgard.
But their God of Magic was merely one among many main deities.
Aaron, on the other hand, had far surpassed the confines of any divine hierarchy.
“And over there,” Amora continued, “that’s the God of Carpentry… also known as Jesus in Earth’s legends.”
“Wait… is he really God?” Gwen asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Maybe. I don’t know much about Earth’s religious figures,” Amora admitted. “But in terms of divine ranking, he’s only third among the gods.”
She gave a nonchalant shrug.
Her knowledge of Earth’s pantheon was mostly secondhand, gathered from ancient records.
Unlike Odin’s court, which had deep insights into various pantheons, her understanding of this figure was limited.
Aaron, meanwhile, swept his gaze across the hall, recognizing several familiar names.
Among them were:
The Feathered Serpent, a divine figure from Aztec mythology.
Itzamna, the Mayan god of creation.
Kilgor, the Stone God of the Kronan race.
And the Jade Emperor, ruler of the celestial realms.
Aaron doubted that this Jade Emperor was the same one from ancient Earth myths.
But in this universe, he was indeed a divine ruler.
Beyond these well-known deities, there were also several strange and obscure gods:
The God of Dreams, whose form was a single floating eyeball.
The God of Hair, a being that consisted only of a head and feet.
The God of Dumplings, who quite literally resembled a giant steamed bun.
The sheer number of deities present was staggering—so many that even a lifetime of study wouldn’t be enough to name them all.
Yet, despite their divine status, most of them were minor deities.
Few held power comparable to Odin.
Most were chief gods of their own pantheons, akin to Dionysus or Calendar.
Thor, with his hammer alone, could have bested the majority of them.
Notably, none of the gods here seemed to recognize Aaron or his companions.
This confirmed that even among the divine, there was little familiarity between pantheons.
At that moment, a black-clad goddess seated in the corner suddenly noticed Aaron’s arrival.
Her eyes lit up.
Leaving her attendants behind, she gracefully made her way toward him.
“Welcome, God of Magic of Asgard,” she greeted, her voice carrying an air of reverence.
“On behalf of Almighty City, I bid you and your companions welcome.”
