The Omnipotent System

Chapter 111: Fight Of The Divine Plane 20: Family Matters 1

Lovigary stood at the center of the battlefield, his figure bathed in an almost divine glow, the energy of the Primordial Deity Realm pulsating through him like the heartbeat of the cosmos itself. His every breath, slow and deliberate, seemed to ripple through the chaotic winds of war that swept across the desolate landscape.

The ground beneath his feet was charred and cracked, the remnants of untold battles that had raged across the plains. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes shimmering with a deep, almost playful confidence as he surveyed the battlefield.

Across from him stood Hera and Garrick, two of the most feared and powerful beings in existence—Horsemen of War and Conquest, embodiments of destruction and dominance. Hera, once arrogant and sure of her might, now faltered. Her smirk, which had often struck fear into her enemies, had been replaced by a grim, tightened expression.

Her spear was gripped tightly, knuckles white, betraying the unease she was feeling for the first time in what seemed like centuries.

"This is impossible," she muttered under her breath, though her voice was sharp enough to cut through the silence between them. Her eyes, normally cold and calculating, now flickered with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. She was no stranger to powerful foes, but Lovigary's presence, the sheer magnitude of his power, was overwhelming.

To her right, Garrick stood with his arms crossed over his massive chest, his stern features set in stone. Though outwardly calm, his furrowed brow betrayed the storm of uncertainty within. The glowing aura of his Conqueror's Physique shimmered faintly around him, a testament to the unyielding power he wielded over the battlefield.

Yet, even he, the Horseman of Conquest, who had bent countless realms to his will, felt an unusual doubt creeping into his heart.

Lovigary's lips curled into a small, amused smile as he met their gazes. He took a slow step forward, each movement radiating supreme confidence. His voice, calm and composed, echoed with the weight of the power he now commanded. "Now," he said softly, but his words reverberated across the battlefield like the tolling of a bell, "does anyone still wish to question me?"

Hera's grip on her spear tightened as her eyes narrowed. Her breath came out in a huff, her earlier fear replaced by a burning indignation. She would not allow this upstart to mock her. "You may have ascended, but it changes nothing," she hissed, her voice crackling with fury. Her spear glowed with a deadly energy, war flames licking the air around it.

"I am the Horseman of War!" Her battle cry tore through the battlefield, shaking the very earth beneath them as her aura ignited with ferocity.

The ground cracked under her feet, molten lava bubbling up from the crevices as her power surged. Her war flames, the embodiment of her destructive will, roared to life, setting the skies ablaze with their intensity. "I'll show you what true power is!" Hera shouted, her eyes blazing with rage as she pointed her spear at Lovigary, the air around it shimmering with raw, destructive energy.

Garrick, standing beside her, remained more composed, though the lines of his face were drawn tight with determination. He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the inevitable clash. "We face the Horseman of Conquest and War," he muttered to himself, almost as if reminding his own soul of the forces they represented.

His hands twitched at his side, ready to summon the full might of his Conqueror's Physique. "We will conquer countless realms, Lovigary. You're nothing more than another obstacle to be crushed."

The two Horsemen shared a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. With a single nod, they launched into action.

"Inferno of War!" Hera's voice thundered as she swung her spear in a wide arc, summoning a maelstrom of roaring war flames that surged toward Lovigary. The inferno was not just fire; it was the physical manifestation of every battle, every war she had ever fought. The very air ignited with the heat of her fury, and the ground beneath her cracked under the weight of her power.

The flames consumed everything in their path, twisting the landscape into a hellish vision of destruction.

With a final wave of his hand, an invisible force pinned both Horsemen to the ground. They struggled in vain as Lovigary, serene and calm, stood over them.

"You're both outmatched. There's no point in resisting anymore."

And with those words, the battlefield fell silent, the Horsemen's reign crushed beneath the overwhelming might of the Primordial Deity.

As Lovigary raised his weapon for the finishing blow, a sudden, crushing force engulfed the battlefield. The oppressive aura was so overwhelming that every living being present felt it; they were forced to their knees, as though the sheer weight of existence had tripled in an instant.

Lovigary's face, twisted in fury and victory, froze in confusion and fear as his body instinctively buckled under the force. His eyes darted around in panic, but no amount of strength could lift him.

"You are truly my son, surpassing so many limits in a world where I set boundaries," a booming voice echoed across the battlefield, resonating through the hearts of all present. The sound was calm yet terrifying, carrying the weight of aeons. "It's a shame you don't share the same views as your brother, Lokk. Together, we could have been unstoppable."

The air itself seemed to crackle with tension, and Lovigary's body trembled. His once fiery confidence was replaced with cold dread. His mouth opened to protest, but nothing came out.

"And it is an even greater shame," the voice continued, quieter now but no less menacing, "that I must end yet another one of my sons."

Before Lovigary could react, a figure appeared in front of him, so swiftly and silently that it felt as if reality had bent around him. The man had flowing blonde hair and piercing green eyes, but his expression was impassive, almost bored. His presence alone seemed to distort the very air, a being far beyond the scope of mortal understanding.

Lovigary's breath caught in his throat as the man's hand reached out, gently placing it on his head. The touch was deceptively light, but Lovigary felt as though a mountain had fallen on him. His knees buckled further, and the strength in his limbs evaporated.

"Don't worry," the man said, almost kindly, "I'll bring you back... along with your mother and eldest brother. But for now, you're nothing more than a hindrance."

A flicker of terror spread across Lovigary's eyes as his skin began to wrinkle and pale, the years draining from him in mere moments. His once-vibrant form began to wither like a leaf in autumn, as though time itself had turned against him. His mouth opened in a silent scream, but there was no time to voice it. His life was being drained, rapidly collapsing into dust and bone.

"Enough, your fight is with me."

"Brother."

"Young master."

"Adams."

"Master."