The Last Stand (3)

 

 

 

"Ma'am, Ma- Madam! Yun Beishang's body is nowhere! I-I-I can't find it, I can't find it!" The maid exploded the mental state of every single person within the entirety of the section of living rooms in their home, she was so flustered and beyond panicked that it directly transmitted to those who heard her and those who could just feel the occurring events from afar.

“Speak slowly, tell me what happened clearly!” Yun Yun, with a ferocious frown demanded from the maid as she held the maid’s right weakened arm softly. The maid directly sobbed as she looked directly, straight; into her Madam’s eyes. “I entered our husband’s room to clean his body, it was my turn, wuu wuu…but he wasn’t anywhere. His clothes were still there, but not his Gaming Tool, and I can’t find his presence nor scent anywhere! Wuu woo wuuu wuuuu!!”

“What?!” - “How could it be?!” - “Where is Yun Beishang?! What happened to him?!” The maids immediately went on in a flurry to question out loud, not towards the maid in suspicion, but out of panic…

“...” With Yun Yun’s right palm swung fast at the maids all around her, she managed to quiet them down as they already began tearing. Controlling her equally strongly emerging emotions, Yun Yun turned her body to face the TV once more, her lips a bit pulled from the corners and a tiny frown at her brows.

“Madam, eh-wuuu wuuu! Sh- should we…present this news to Madam Natalia? She’s still out there so, I…” Having recomposed herself as well but sobbing, and deeply afraid like the rest of her sisters, the maid asked with a broken voice and choked throaty words. Yun Yun looked at the tv and then, with ease, said as her back looked fragile; so fragile in a light, slightly hoarse voice. “There is no need.”

‘She already knows...’

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Rising Essence’s space.

 

…vbeeeeeeeemm!! POH-POH-POH PAPAPAPAAPÀPAPPAPAAPAPAPAM!!!!!!!

Yun Beishang was sending himself flying forwards, forwards, forwards and forwards over and over again over the fists, kicks and headbutts he received from the old god. His body seemed to be shot faster than a meteorite crossing over a planet whose atmosphere was even stronger than that of old Earth’s, which in turn was even less formidable than that of New Earth’s.

…POK-STOMP!!!

But whenever his body was blasted backwards, to the side and or to any direction after receiving a full mighty blow from the old god, the Evil God would instantly spin enough to have his legs aiming in the direction that the old god was facing, ‘touching’ a part of space that seemingly formed and was created for the simple reason of the Evil God wanting to use it as a support to impulse himself into the direct, intense and heaviest melee fight.

It happened first when the old god least expected it, as the Evil God once again appeared before himself and sent a flurry of equally strong attacks as the ones that sent him flying millions of kilometers in just seconds deep into space. From the speed of the Evil God, the old god wasn’t able to tell or even predict where the next attack, fist, kick, headbutt, elbow, knee, finger attack and even a more corporeal body attack would come to smack, hammer and slap his body next.

With every time that the Evil God closed in on the old god, the latter could never predict when nor how it would be next, and would always become the punching bag; a Godly punching bag of the Evil God.

While the Evil God had his punching bag, the old god would always manage to find a spot, not a vulnerable nor unattended stance, caused by distraction or an opening from the Evil God’s carelessness but merely with pure audaciousness vs audaciousness. And each time that the old god hit the Evil God, he would hurt the Evil God as much as the Evil God hurt him with a simple counter attack; a single strike.

And that single strike, alone, was more than enough for the Evil God to be sent flying away, his body, for as durable and mighty as it is; was not able to defend or block towards such an attack that would come yes or yes right against him and blast his body tens of millions of kilometers away.

Only once the Evil God went over the first ten millionth’ kilometer of being blasted away was he at the very least able of moving his own body to instantaneously demand and command a support from space and the Universe itself and sent himself right back into the fight; this dog fight of biting and the separating each other in coordination akin to a mystical dance.

The sounds were audible even for the ‘hidden eyes’ following behind them so effortlessly, even the slightest of movements made by their bodies as they flew back and forth between each other, blasting each other and moving at such totally impossible speeds was enough to create a banging sound good enough to deafen if not kill an entire Human Civilization on New Earth-sized zone alone.

The Evil God’s right foot was accommodated a bit more comfortably behind his left leg below the knee while flying back into melee? BUM!- 15 billion people gone, the old god cracked his fingers with his fingers making a forceful half-a-fist on their own? BUM!- 15 billion people are gone as well.

The sounds that these pervertedly all-powerful Gods were making with just the move of even their hair by a tiny iota were enough to lay waste to civilizations and to finish a third of an entire Race in an ordinary planet. But deep in space, and with the Kingdoms that used to be once upon a time all gone and destroyed already as well as those Hollow Kingdoms, they could go on and on for quadrillions of kilometers without an end if they so much wanted to!

Each fist connecting with the other’s body was a blasting radius coming off from the point of collision that would extend from an initial, instant and sudden expansion of tens of thousands of kilometers to rapidly expand until a total of hundreds of thousands of kilometers in radius.

Once the blasting radius no longer spread, it remained on the spot and didn’t dissipate for several, so many minutes until it finally began to dissipate like foam quietly bursting out. But by the time that the blasting radius was even beginning to quickly expand over that astronomical amount, the old god was already sent tens of millions of kilometers away while the Evil God had already sent himself in a dash against the old god’s position still at full speed in retreat for the tenth time…

The Evil God, no matter what kind of strike he suffered from the old god, would once again go back into the fight and start delivering his several, strongest and brutal attacks at the old god. Even when he was targeted at the heart or the forehead, the Evil God moved not one bit away and continued barraging the old god with his strikes until the moment that his body was forced to be blasted away several milliseconds after the old god’s counterattack connected with his body.

And unless the old god used his entire might and put all of his Godly power into it, the Evil God won’t budge even an iota, let alone be blasted away for tens of millions of kilometers within a couple instants.

The old god was cornered, even though he had so much space to move about and could simply change his directions. With the Evil God, even something as practical and basic as merely breathing became rocket science for a child grown in the woods and raised by wolves. The old god was like a little kid receiving a foster father’s beating since that is a child that is not his from the Evil God’s attacks!

Every single movement was brutal, every single instant that the Evil God came back, back, back and back for more were brought with pain all over the old god’s body, his hair was already in disarray despite being ignored by the Evil God who continued and would just not stop at any circumstances to brutalize the stronger old god.

Taking a beating as it might be, the Evil God was undoubtedly giving more of a stressing, humiliating and shocking experience-giver to the old god who even up to now wasn’t even able to start an attack nor the following round on his own!

…POK-STOMP~!!!

After hitting the Evil God in the chest once again, the old god took one breath, a thing he hadn’t done for the past half a minute of being delivered another barrage at his face and all over the sides of his neck, red prints of knuckles and fists all apparent that took quite some time to revert his skin back to normal; with squirming, creepy and nauseous movement within the fiber of his skin.

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Breathing in helped even faster the recuperation of his outer skin, the old god was letting out his breath when he heard the Evil God coming right at him for the umpteenth time, his eyes widened with despair. But, unlike before, there was now a crazy determined will within those dark red and brownish and golden eyes as he made an awfully, plainly menacing face of ugliness with his arms extended forward and hands made into claws!

…pveeeeww…! PUUM!!! PATAH-TAHTATAHTATAHTATAHTATAH!!

“COME HEEEEEREE!!!!” The old god lashed out verbally, his ordinary face becoming bizarre once again, ugly and simply creepy. His claws were fully extended out and ready- when he simply received a stomp on his face, followed by a palm directly to flatten his nose for the umpteenth time and then followed up by the typical ruthless and successive bout of fists, finger attacks and the like.

Voice being so venomous, the old god received the beating, whether intentionally or not, while his crooked arms slowly made their way to the Evil God’s upper body. This time, the Evil God had so much more time and free room to innovatively hit, punch and slap the old god’s face, neck, chest and forehead that the old god even became as slow as an old man and it took him an even longer amount of time to reach his objective.

“IIIII~~...GOTCHAAAAAAA~~!!!!!” With the same high pitched but so hoarse and guttural tone of voice as long ago, the old god surprised the Evil God at last by grabbing at the latter’s right shoulder and at the most upper section of the Evil God’s arm with his left hand. The old god then mobilized his right arm and elbow to a speed and trajectory that could be described as opportune and magical as the right fist of the old god suddenly appeared already directly into the Evil God’s great helmet!

…bklcassh~~!~!~!

Like a sudden slowed motion of the entire world, the old god’s disgusting, creepy eyes opened wide and became so excited as he extended his neck over to see his work, managing to see the picture perfect left eyebrow of the Evil God as shattered tiny pieces of crystal and obscure purplish-violet detritus from the main source of the Godly Crowned Helm of the Great Petals of Destruction; something only an ever so powerful Godly being at the very least and with the total use of their prowess could barely be able to damage such a powerful Suit Armor!

“Ah-NO! COME HEEERE I’VE SAAAIIIDDD~!!!!!” The old god saw the Evil God retracting his head up and backwards, intending to hide his face from the old god, how could the old god allow it? The old god directly hoarsely uttered out, making the Evil God’s armor that now had an opening tremble with the volume and prowess behind his yelling voice alone.

But the second half of the old god’s words were so high pitched they seemed to almost create a hundreds of thousands of kilometers-large spatial crack on the Evil God’s back. Using all his strength to pull the aperture of the Evil God’s helm back down, in front of the old god so that he could see and admire it!

The old god couldn’t even wait to lick the eye of the Evil God and take a bite, his eyelid must be preciously juicy and chewy, the old’s thoughts couldn’t wait!!!

In this way, while the old god was still flying backwards from the successive inertia created by the mere attacks and barrage of such from the Evil God against his frontal body, he was now dragging the Evil God’s body in a curve that slowly became a ‘U’ pathing; one in which the Evil God’s revealed left eye section of his face was about to be seen by the old god.

“YESSSH!! IT’S MINE!! AhahahahAHAHAHahahaHAHAHaHAHAHaHAHAAAAAAA!!!!” The old god, who was already salivating intensely at seeing a part of the Evil God’s hair contemplated out loud as his 40 centimeters thick tongue came out of his mouth and began licking his own lips and whole face in dear anticipation.

But then, the Evil God’s left eye opened, and within it…

… … … … … … … … … …un… … …un… … …TWINGKE~!!!!!!!!

It wasn’t any sort of being perversely loud, but the mere opening of the Evil God’s left eye was, besides the violet iris’ and pupil’s color, a bright-platinum, gray-metallic ever so present and discernible Essential color shone brightly and it was all draught in a single notion directly into the old god’s right eye.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!”

PU-PUPU PUM PU-PFUUUMMMMM~~~~... … … …

Letting go of the Evil God’s aperture with his hands and biting off most of his tongue, the old god was infuriatingly, fatally engulfed by pain, not because of the act of himself biting off his own tongue. But from the Evil God’s mere glance of his left eye! That eye, that violet, the metallic color…it all seemed so excessively above the old god’s own nature that his senses became directly useless!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!” But right after, and just as the old thought that he was going to find a way to ease this pain right away, now more than ever that he has somehow finally separated himself from the Evil God’s clutches and could fly away from a cornered situation; more and MORE pain assaulted him as his face became the source of all sorts of torment!!

“...” The old god was so thrilled and drowning in pain that he didn’t notice the Evil God being there, ‘standing’ right in front of himself and with a pair of starry purple wings on his back, looking at himself with indifferent eyes; though only one was visible. Whenever the old god rotated in space, involuntarily dashes and retreated due to his current state of chaos, the Evil God would perfectly follow as if both of them were stuck within the same tiny room which was moving about in space at a speed of tens of millions of kilometers per second.

The reason of why such a speed was now being employed by the old god, and the Evil God was seamlessly following after it was just because of the unthinkable pain that the former was flooded in. He didn’t notice, and how could he when the Evil God used his exorbitantly powerful and endless Hidden Capabilities to numb and maim the old god’s?!

The old god had his entire face being playfully traversed by a mark of mercury-like substance that was the size of the old god’s ⅔’s of his entire face. It danced and moved around, like a naughty microscopic being that moved about, hopping and bubbling nonstop.

That mercury-like mark, which has been the terror of Journeyers before that some lots of them where hospitalized, now evolved and at its utmost; was being simply manipulated by the Evil God to deliver the pain and suffering the old god fucking deserves!

“...These, you do not know, ‘oldest god’, is what you lack the most. What your Goddess Creator saw in me and picked me. Good luck? Sure, I do have good luck, so good that I was born as an existence to which you can’t even comprehend what sort of meanings I am saying.” The Evil God spoke, the helm on his face cracking up a bit as the old god’s hands clawed his face and the mercury mark slowly began to dissipate.

“You know of an Essence,” previously, the Evil God shook his head disapprovingly right before he spoke like a king talking condescendingly to his subjects- no, an Emperor! But now, the Evil God spoke in a light tone, his voice swiftly drifting within the whole space as the ‘hidden eyes’ could hear clearly. His right hand slowly went over to his back, his left hand a bit slower in doing the same, hence following up after the right hand started moving.

“But you don’t even know that an Essence isn’t searched for, it is found. And it isn’t in someplace or generated with certain conditions; but within you.” No longer following after the old god, the Evil God began ‘drifting’ afloat in space, his legs extended out but not for long as the Evil God’s right leg was slowly lifted, his knee forming a beautiful sight as his hands reached to his back, his left hand just a bit shorter of it still though.

“You are alone, and that’s sad, but in my case; you just wanted it that way. And me, I can do things, I can do what I want, I can become whoever and whatever I desire so…I can let go.” Yun Beishang’s eyes were now fully visible to Katakya, his left hand already reaching right at his right shoulder blade while his right hand had been against his left shoulder since much earlier.

“...?!” The old god finally got rid of the mercury mark, and as he slowly, heavily and fuzzily opened his eyes to see, the image of the Evil God’s expressionless face…slowly turning extremely fierce and extremely calm launched an assaulting bout of heartbeats in his crooked heart!

“While you are stuck,” the Evil God began to exert strength to his wrists, his elbows slowly pulling over towards the ‘sky’ in their current positioning and then forwards, a calling accompanying his left eye with bright-platinum, gray metallic and right eye with a verdant gloom. “And hurt others…others, like me…can CREATE!!!”

Fuwshaaaaaa~!!! Kruuuuuggrrrrhhh!!

 

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