Chapter 734: The Winds Of Eternity

Inside this unknown vault, two powers that could shake the universe clashed, their battles unnoticed, but the effect would inevitably spread out during the coming days.

Change was coming.

The Divine Spell Boreas summoned could be argued to be the most powerful spell in his arsenal—The Wind of Eternity.

This was a spell that partially was born from his previous body as the Child of the Empyrean of Life who controlled the storms. Golgoth had improved this spell until it became so powerful that it would be impossible for Boreas to cast it without the aid of this weapon.

He was no longer able to effortlessly cast this spell or pass it across in his bloodline but Boreas considered it a worthy trade-off because this spell was truly mighty, and its life-saving effects were second to none. The greatest reason for his fearlessness was partially due to this spell.

This spell had a simple function, to expand space... Infinitesimally!

"VROOSHHH...."

Unleashing the Winds of Eternity created a pale green and blue cloud over Boreas that exploded and crashed against the flare of red power that erupted from Ohrox demonic technique. Boreas sensed the sheer corrupting power inside that demonic technique and his eyes widened in astonishment, it was almost as if the Demon King was using his entire essence to battle him.

This was not far from the case, Rowan had no use for a Demon's King power, and he carelessly squandered it, even if it was destroyed, as long as he kept a small piece of the Infernal Spark, it would regain its powers in time.

"Two Seconds left..."

Their strengths seemed to match for a brief duration as multiple shockwaves erupted from the points of collision that could snuff out stars, but then the effects of Boreas Spell took hold and with a loud creak, the vault began to expand.

Every combatant here appeared to shrink as space multiplied a billion-fold and the presence of Ohrox was left far behind.

Of course, that meant that the green burst of power from Boreas's Divine spell could no longer stand against Ohrox's might because its purpose had been accomplished.

The red flare of power tore through the sparse green and blue cloud blocking it and headed for Boreas, but the god did not panic, imitating Ohrox, he spread his arms apart and laughed.

The beam of destructive demonic energy traveling faster than the speed of light reached Boreas and stopped a few inches away from his head.

There appeared to be a greenish corona around Boreas that was blocking the attack, but that was if you were viewing it from the front, a look sideways would show a drastically different scene.

The beam of demonic energy did not stop, in fact, it was traveling faster than when Ohrox unleashed it, but the distance between Boreas and the beam was stretching in real-time, and in a blink of an eye, the distance between Ohrox and Boreas had become wider than the empty gulf of space between galaxies, and the length was still increasing.

The Wind of Eternity could supposedly stretch the size of a small room to be as large as a universe, but to reach this size, it would need a ridiculous amount of power and a caster to have high attainment in Spatial awareness and manipulation.

Boreas could expand this spell until he could make this space as large as fifteen thousand light-years across. He had the power but his attainment was still too low to attack his enemy across such a distance, but his enemies could also not attack him.

If his Spatial mastery was high then he would be able to expand this space multiple times than even what was here and be able to attack his enemy as if he was beside them while they would have to send their attack across the vast distances before it could reach him.

Boreas had come to realize that the greatest advantage he had in this fight was time. No matter what barrier the Demon King had surrounded the vault with, there was no way it could be able to halt back the endless tides of Destruction outside, in a short time, even without his intervention, it would be destroyed.

Also, it was blocking his attempt to communicate with the rest of the gods, since it was the first move the Demon King made, then Ohrox must certainly be afraid of the situation where Boreas could broadcast what was happening here to the rest of the gods.

It should have been impossible for Ohrox to find his way to his vault, and this was an emergency that was worthy enough for the gods to convene once more.

Now all he needed to do was to avoid this Demon King for a little while, and he could summon more creatures in the meantime to tear this beast apart. With the endless gulf of space in between them, he would be the one to smile at the end.

Boreas' heart went still as a soft voice like that of a lover spoke beside his ears, "Your time is up..."

At first, Boreas was puzzled when he saw his arms floating away neatly severed at the elbows, but he noticed that he was no longer holding his sword.

'Where is my sword?' he muttered in confusion, his thoughts seemed to be mired in mud, and thinking was becoming harder.

He attempted to look down but his head tumbled from his shoulders and his perception went awry for a moment before he focused on his body that was only left with a torso, his legs had been cut off at the hips and was also floating away carrying a healthy trail of blood.

'When did that happen?'

Even his torso did not stay in one piece and was bisected into eight different sections and slowly scattered.

From his scattered body parts came long trails of lights of all colors that resembled a rainbow, but they were more stunning than any light in creation was supposed to be. The lights flooded out from his body with so much force it spread out for millions of miles and it was almost like a supernova explosion.

The light brought intense peace to his soul even as it took it away.

It was the most beautiful sight Boreas had ever seen in his life.

"What... how could I hold such beauty inside of me?" His head could hardly complete a statement, when his sword was driven through the top of his head and burst out from his neck.

His confused eyes which were becoming filled with blood jiggled from side to side, 'I don't understand.... I don't understand... I don't..."

Those were his last thoughts.

Boreas head was impaled with his weapon and his eyes in his blue eyes disappeared and it slowly closed, to see no more.

Boreas the Gods of Storms and the Primogenitor of the Storm Callers was dead.