Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

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Black's face contorted with rage. He took in a deep breath through his bared teeth, shaking with anger as his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Damn you!" He screamed, this time unable to control his emotions whatsoever.

"Who is to say you can not lose!?" He screamed, "I don't care... I will destroy that reality. I am a God, unbound by time itself! The past and present have no meaning! I will control it all!"

He blasted forward like a missile after saying this, swinging his scythe in the air like a maniac.

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes squinting slightly in genuine confusion, "W-what the hell is he talking about?" He muttered but shrugged it off for now.

Tyr flew forward as well, his Soul Mend having already ended. However, he did not need that right now.

In a burst of speed, they slashed their weapons toward each other.

A catastrophic burst of Aura boomed from the impact, pushing into the battlefield below and dropping every soldier in a wave, like dominoes.

Tyr opened his eyes, and with a powerful intent, he could see everything in front of him as if it was happening in the past, present, and future.

He could see what had already happened, what was currently happening, and even what was going to happen in the short future, all at once.

He spun to the side, thrusting his spear into Black's ribs.

The spear stopped at the man's bones like a sword attempting to enter a wall of iron.

*Crack*

The spearhead abruptly shattered, leaving Tyr with nothing but a long handle.

He and black made eye contact. And then, a slight smirk appeared on Black's face.

The man unleashed a kick, which Tyr swiftly blocked with his spear handle.

*Crack*

Tyr looked down, his handle nearly about to break from the pressure.

"Tsk." He exclaimed, throwing the handle away before grabbing Black's leg.

Black looked up at him with shock at that moment as Tyr swung the man over his head and used his entire body's momentum to fling him toward the ground.

Black was thrown at a velocity that he couldn't control, slamming into the ground with an explosion of dust and debris.

Before he could even get to his feet, Tyr was above him.

Clenching his fist, Tyr unleashed a blow straight into Black's abdomen.

"Ough!" Black exclaimed, his hands flying forward as blood spurted from his mouth.

Tyr did not stop there, unleashing several punches into the stomach of the man.

However, none of them connected as Black kicked Tyr off of him and flew backward.

He spun his scythe in front of him, creating a barrier as a means to rest for a couple of seconds.

Tyr was not thrown off by this, flying straight into the flurry of slashes.

As he got into range, Black swung his scythe down into Tyr with full force.

Tyr looked up at the attack, able to see all of its motions in all time frames.

'Impossible to dodge...' He thought to himself.

Black smiled on hearing this thought, 'Perfect... I got you now, you mere mor--'

Tyr stopped Black's scythe with a single hand on the weapon's blade, the aftershock blowing past Black's long white hair.

"W-what?" Black exclaimed, his arm and weapon shaking as they struggled against Tyrs strength.

Tyr had a faint smirk on his face, while Black was frowning in disbelief.

"Why... did you even think of dodging when you knew you could have stopped it?" Black exclaimed, frustrated.

Tyr looked at him with condescending eyes: "To give you false hope."

As Black heard these words, he was taken aback. The gravity of his situation fell onto him like a mountain.

"No... you wont win!" Black let go of this scythe, placing both hands in front of him: "Your soul deserves no retribution!"

A rift appeared in front of his hands, expanding in size. It was a pitch-black hole in space, and like a black hole, it began to suck everything around it inside.

It sucked in air, and even nearby fallen weaponry and dust.

Tyr stood there with a half smirk on his face as he saw this. He purposefully didn't think anything.

"Void Of Death!" Black spun around before throwing the blackhole forward at Tyr.

The blast of Aura came with a horrifying presence to many, but Tyr felt no such thing.

He raised his hand forward: 'Reverse.' He said, instantly absorbing the immense attack.

Black maw gaped slightly, his lungs accidentally gasping for air as his eyes stared forward like a lunatic.

"Do I have you that scared that you have forgotten what you know about me? Hahaha!" Tyr laughed, "Aura attacks won't work, feeble old man..."

With that, Tyr unleashed the Void Of Death back at Black with the same speed and intensity as before.

Black attempted to dodge but was pulled into the attack with an unfathomably powerful physical force.

"Damn you!!" His voice faded into nothing as he was absorbed into the attack.

It took a few seconds for the attack to end. As it finally ended, it spit out everything it had consumed--including a burst of air, dust, and scraps.

Along with that, it spit out Black's torn-up body.

He fell to the floor with a desperate look. His robes had been tattered and ripped to shreds. His body was badly bruised and cut.

Tyr slowly floated down before the man.

"Deplorable..." He said, standing above the leader.

Black looked at Tyr with wide eyes of horror. At that moment, Tyr unleashed his Ancestral Aura through the entire battlefield, but especially at Black.

Black felt his throat already cut a thousand times. He felt his heart, lungs, brain, and kidneys ripped apart.

His skin peeled off of his body, his brain melted in a pot of lava.

He was overwhelmed with infinite visions of his own death, overwhelming his brain to a degree indescribable to anyone.

"Are you a God now?" Tyr said in a low tone.

Black found the strength to speak, "P-please..." He begged.

Tyr nearly scoffed on hearing this, "Please? That is what you say in the very end? What happened to forgetting the feeling of fear? What about the fear of death? Im sure you feel it now... right?"

Tears began to swell up in Black's eyes as memories of his life flashed before him.

"I... don't want to die." He said, his lips quivering with horror.

Tyr lifted the man up by his hair, staring into his eyes.

"I don't care what you want." He said with a fierce look, "Whatever it is, I will make sure you never get it. You deserve nothing but the worst of deaths. And I will enjoy seeing your life slowly sapped from your body."

Tyr smiled, his eyes widening as he continued:

"The men and women you have butchered... the lives you have toyed with. You should consider death a gift compared to what you may have to face in the afterlife."

After a long pause, Black finally spoke, "You... know what happens, right?"

Tyr squinted, "What are you talking about?"

Black somehow managed to smile slightly, "Then... my life was meaningless after all..."

Tyr continued to stay silent as Black spoke:

"Thousands of years in the making... and you will be carrying that light on your very shoulders. Well... not you. You are but a child. But you." Black stared deeply into Tyr's eyes, as though he was talking to someone else.

Tyr furrowed his eyebrows, "What you saw in my soul must have made you go mad."

Black sighed, "For my final act... I shall give my life for a revival of the Black Merchant Guild."

He waved his hand slightly above the floor, "Revive..." He said as his body suddenly began to turn frail like a dying old man.

It lost its color, turning pale and soft.

A large amount of Black Aura entered the ground, soaking into the dirt before spreading to all of the dead bodies around the entire battlefield.

Tyr looked around as one by one, every single fallen Black Merchant Guild soldier began to stand, their bodies restored.

This included all of the generals as well, such as Mrama and Camadral...