Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Chapter 325 Battle Against A God

"And why should I? I don't think I've done anything wrong," Aengus shrugged. "Anyway, I'm curious—how did you discover me ? And why exactly now?" he asked, voicing his doubt.

Artemes smirked. "You shouldn't have revealed the Divine Stone, mortal. You should know better than to flaunt something that attracts greedy eyes. But what could we expect from a child?" he scoffed, enjoying Aengus' misfortune.

Aengus nodded silently, but his Omni-Devour was still active over the dried-up sea, stealing the residual energy.

"Huh?"

Artemes' eyes darkened as he finally noticed the audacious mortal's actions.

The mortal was siphoning his energy to increase his strength. It was the most infuriating insult Artemes had ever experienced.

"You dare play tricks behind my back?"

"DIE!"

"RUMMMMMBBBLLLLEEE!"

Aengus' hair stood on end as every cell in his body screamed danger. He barely had enough time to raise his arms in defense.

"BOOOOOOM!"

In the blink of an eye, Artemes' shin slammed down on Aengus' raised arms. The force of the attack was immense, causing his bones to crack under the initial wave.

The impact of a god striking a mortal was no trivial matter.

The aftermath of the impact was nothing short of apocalyptic. The entire continent trembled violently as Aengus was hurled downward, breaking through layers of the earth as if they were paper.

The sheer force of Artemes' attack created a shockwave that rippled through the air, sending massive waves rolling across what remained of the sea and toppling nearby structures into ruin.

Aengus plummeted deeper and deeper, the fiery heat of the earth's core licking at his battered body. Rocks and debris rained down, burying him in an ever-expanding crater. The overwhelming pain coursing through his arms and torso reminded him of the vast gap in power between him and an SSS Rank.

Above the chaos, Artemes hovered with a cold, disdainful gaze. His divine radiance burned brighter, making him appear as a celestial avenger descending upon the mortal world.

"Arrogant child," Artemes spat, his voice booming across the devastated landscape. "You dared to mock the divine? To siphon my power for your pitiful gains? Now you'll understand the price of your insolence."

"And that weapon... I want it," Artemes said, his eyes gleaming with greed as he realized the weapon's extraordinary ability to grow in size and power.

"Come, take it, Artemes!" Aengus growled like a cornered beast, his voice reverberating with primal fury. His presence and aura were no less intimidating than the Moon God's.

Artemes grinned, taking up the challenge.

"Nine Heavenly Moon Sword (SSS)!"

As he raised his sword, nine ethereal moons materialized behind him, their images shimmering with godly power summoned from dimensions apart.

The nine moons spiraled behind Artemes, channeling a colossal surge of energy into his blade.

The Divine Sword glowed with a radiant white sheen, its destructive power so immense that the world itself quaked as if recoiling from the concentrated energy.

"Taste my sword, mortal!"

"Slash! Slashhh! Slashhhhh!"

With a confident expression, Artemes swung his sword consecutively, each horizontal, vertical slashes cutting through space effortlessly, as if slicing butter. The sharp energy waves radiated outward, their sheer force threatening to rend reality itself.

Aengus, in his Abyssal Blazing Dragon form, braced himself as he opened Omni-Devour before him, forming a barrier of insatiable darkness.

"Gulp!"

The Omni-Devour consumed each of the sword slashes effortlessly, the devastating attacks vanishing into the spiraling black void.

"Argh!"

Aengus groaned faintly, his voice strained as he felt the searing pain ripple through his soul. The godly force of the slashes didn't merely dissipate—it was absorbed into the abyss, but the impact left a scar deep within his spiritual core.

He clenched his claws tightly, his draconic eyes burning with resolve. Aengus knew all too well: had he attempted to block the attacks with his body, even his powerful dragon form would have been obliterated in an instant.

But thanks to his strong soul healed

by countless sessions, he was able to endure the residual force within. The price was steep, yet he stood tall, refusing to bow under the might of Artemes.

"Just a little more..." Aengus muttered inwardly.