Chapter 690: War Ends.
What is the definition of Power?
That’s a question widely asked by all Supernatural Beings over the course of their lives.
Scathach had a pretty strong opinion about this.
Power came in many forms, and it was quite troublesome to name them all.
For Mortals, a gun was a form of Power. Politics was a form of Power. Money was a form of Power.
For Higher-Level Beings like Vlad, The Heavenly Father, and Victor…
Power wasn’t just the amount of Energy you had. Power was the sum of everything from Techniques, mentality, one’s own Race’s quirks, and even Artifacts like weapons or armor.
A Being could have a lot of Energy and be weak.
A Being could have little Energy and be stronger.
Take The Heavenly Father as an example. He’s a Primordial God of Creation, and the available Energy he could use is off the charts, but why didn’t he fight directly in the war if he was ‘so strong?’
The answer to that had already been answered.
Despite the staggering amount of Energy The Heavenly Father had, he was not a warrior but a craftsman.
This meant that if he were to directly fight a being like Diablo before he evolved, or even Victor himself, the probability of him losing was very high.
In a High-Level fight, everything mattered, not just how much Energy you had.
What was the use of having all the Energy of a planet inside your body if you couldn’t use it correctly?
That was where Diablo went wrong. By evolving, he gained more Power and qualities as a Being with all the Biblical Races in his body. These qualities could initially be stronger than Lesser Beings and, in the long run, extremely dangerous for stronger Beings.
If someone like the Highest Order Angels or Lilith had faced him, the fight would have been brutal, but Diablo would have won. This was because his new qualities as a Hybrid Being of Darkness and Light would overcome these adversaries in time, even if he cut off his legs when evolving.
When fighting the Angels, he would have used his potent Miasma.
And when fighting Demons, he would have used Holy Light, that even though Lilith was resistant to that attribute due to being a Goddess, she was still a Demon and was still bound to the dark side of the Balance.
Not to mention that the more he fought, the more he would get used to his body and learn to control it.
Because of these factors, Diablo would have won.
But when facing Victor, his fate was sealed. Victor could not be fought because one’s ‘energy’ was more abundant. He was a born warrior, had a large arsenal of Techniques that surpassed Diablo’s and was not kind or stupid enough to wait for his enemy to ‘get used to’ their Power.
Furthermore, his very nature as a Progenitor of Vampires who had the Power to destroy Souls was a weakness to all Beings who lacked a basic understanding of the Soul and how to protect it.
Diablo rushed in, and he paid the price for it.
Scathach, at that moment, could very well understand the frustration that Victor was feeling. As a warrior, she always looked for stronger opponents and knew Victor was just like her.
Scathach herself carved that into his Soul, which was all just to deal with the one ‘responsible’ for throwing him in Hell.
Victor wanted a challenge.
The Being that caused so much chaos in the world was supposed to be strong, right?
And indeed, he was. But Victor had already surpassed him in so many areas that Diablo simply looked like an ant in front of him, and by changing form, that difference was even more apparent.
Scathach knew this frustration all too well. It was something she felt when she trained non-stop to fight her teacher’s strongest student, only to find that in the end, she got so much stronger than the student that they became a joke to her.
Anticlimactic, disappointment, and heartbreak were the emotions of losing a good challenge.
Scathach understood completely… But for her, it didn’t matter now.
Right now, she felt a fire inside her that she thought she’d lost. The fire of improvement, the fire of training non-stop, the same fire she had when she was younger.
Seeing Victor’s thunderous progress had her biting her lip in anticipation and arousal.
‘I need to train. I need more Power. I won’t be satisfied if we don’t fight as equals. I need to think about how to deal with that Red Lightning of his that is clearly a Fulger Bloodline mutation, a Demonic mutation.’ She shuddered again.
‘Haa ~, that immense Energy… To think that he would train to control his Energy fully.’ In the past, when Victor was ‘reborn’ due to Roxanne’s evolution, his Energies were off the charts. In terms of Energy, he was already at the level of a God-King.
But by training in Hell for so many years, he could further refine this Energy and managed to control it completely. Thanks to that, he turned into a very dangerous God-King level Being.
Power without control was useless, and Victor, as her apprentice, knew that. After all, since the beginning, Victor was like a small atomic bomb of Energy, so she had to carve these principles into his mind.
God-King. Despite being called that, they were not all the same. They were called that due to having immense Energy or being the Leader of a Pantheon of Gods.
And when two Beings of the same rank fought, the outcome would be quite challenging to predict.
Take Zeus and Vlad as an example.
In terms of Energy, influence, and Techniques, Zeus was at the level of a God-King.
The same applied to Vlad regarding Techniques and Energy, but who would have the upper hand in a 1 vs. 1 fight?
Vlad.
The reason for this was quite simple, his characteristics as a Progenitor were very much stacked against Zeus.
But that’s not to say that Zeus would lose easily. He was still a Leader of a Pantheon, and the ‘owner’ of one of the most competent Forge Gods, so there would definitely be Artifacts that would be able to help him in the fight with Vlad.
Even if the Beings were classified as God Kings, it was impossible to predict a fight between them because many different factors had to be considered, from created Techniques to weapons and special abilities.
They could only ‘speculate’, not predict.
Seeing Victor approaching them, Scathach continued staring at him: ‘This Form seems to be something similar to what Vlad has. It leaves his body in a kind of strange liquid state that can deform him into as many Forms as he wants. Those eyes of his must be the Souls within him… He’s actually fully accessed his Progenitor Power.’
Victor walked towards his Wives, the Generals, and the Angels with calm steps. With each step closer to them, the oppressive Power emanating from his body lessened to the point of disappearing completely, and he reverted to his Standard Form.
“You look disappointed, Demon King.”
“That’s right, Good Guy. Training for 700 years only to find your opponent a waste of time is a hard pill to swallow.”
“…I can’t say I know that feeling, but don’t let it get to you. There are many more powerful Beings out there.”
Victor displayed a small smile:
“The God of Angels cheering up The King of Hell, isn’t that something new? What a time to be alive.”
“There is a first for everything, and I am not the God of Angels.”
“I know.” He flashed an amused smile.
The man mumbled something in a completely unfamiliar language and spoke:
“Don’t forget to take me on a tour of Hell.”
“How will I contact you?”
The man raised his hand, and a golden rectangular cube with blue runes appeared before him; then, he tossed it to Victor.
“When you want to talk to me, just hold the cube up and say my name, and I will answer you.”
“Oh… That looks like a smartphone.”
“Yes, but it only serves to communicate between Dimensions. The Hell where you live has a lot of Miasma, which causes many problems with communication since where I live has a lot of Sacred Energy.”
“I won’t bother explaining the technical details, but just know that due to the high concentration of Energy, special devices are needed for communication to be possible.”
“You underestimate me, Good Guy. I completely understand what you’re talking about.”
“…Oh?”
“If we were to put it in the Language of Elements, Miasma is dense and heavy like Water, while the Sacred Light is light and free like the Wind. Due to the distance between our Dimensions, and the accumulation of these two Energies in our respective Dimensions, it is very difficult to communicate without a special device.”
“… Impressive.”
Victor snorted when he saw the man’s shocked face, “With Creation comes Destruction, but that doesn’t mean Destruction can’t understand how important Creation is. Nor does it prevent Creation from understanding the necessity of Destruction.”
If before the man was surprised, now he was even more so. He completely understood the hidden message that Victor meant.
“… You are one of the Demon Kings I am most pleased to meet, Demon King.”
Victor shrugged, “I feel the same feeling, Good Guy.”
“Oh, sometime in the future, let me visit the Angels’ home too.”
“Fine by me; I’ll take you on a tour of The Heavenly City.”
“What!?” The Angels exclaimed in shock. They couldn’t believe what they’d heard.
Victor ignored the Angels and nodded in satisfaction: “See you around, Good Guy. I have a lot of things to do, mostly trying to clean up the image of my Hell’s Demons with the other Pantheons.”
Suddenly, The Heavenly Father became completely serious.
“I must help you in this as well. I don’t want a war between Pantheons to happen because of your predecessor’s mistake.”
“… The Mortal World has suffered enough.” He spoke in a solemn tone.
“I agree with you, but just know that I won’t bow my head to anyone.”
“You wouldn’t be a King if you did that, and I don’t plan on doing so either.”
“Good.” Victor nodded, satisfied:
“I will contact you soon. I have a lot of work to do, mainly cleaning the Earth from Miasma. Let’s go, my children.” The Heavenly Father concluded.
“…Yes…” The Angels’ response was gentler than what Victor had expected.
Victor raised an eyebrow when he saw the Angels looking at him with fear and respect in their eyes. Even The Angel of Death had the same look.
A Holy Light appeared, and soon they were all gone.
Victor looked at his Wives and smiled a little as he noticed the state of Scathach.
Victor walked over to her, and the woman didn’t take long to get up and kiss him as if she wanted to own him.
Between kisses, she started talking: “You … Will… Fight … ME!”
She separated their kiss and completed: “Right now!”
All the disappointment that Victor had been feeling disappeared before the look of this aggressive redhead.
‘Haah~, how I’ve missed this.’
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