All Chapters of Unrivaled Dragon King: God of War’s Revenge: Chapter 151
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The Gravity of a King
The Walking Black HoleMomentum is a product of mass and velocity. There was no velocity in Times Square, the air was thick, unyielding amber. The Tartarus Ravagers, however, were not. Their multi-jointed bone-scythes were pointed at the paralyzed Avatar of Genesis and they lunged at him at terrifying speed.Alex did not attempt to punch them. He would not avoid.The God of War was standing in the middle of the liquid asphalt and pushed the crushing force of the earth's diamond into itself. He did not throw the weight outwards; he concentrated it all in his flesh and bones.He was now a walking black hole.The first Ravager's bone-scythe hit Alex in his shoulder. No kinetic effect, but the unimaginable density of Alex's body resulted in a physical reaction that was catastrophic. The scythe was not only broken, but it disintegrated into tiny dust when it hit.The animal shrieked, and its voice was confused. Moving in agonizingly slow motion through the anti-physics field, Alex simply s
The World-Eater
The ConvergenceThe monsters it produced were only part of the horror of the Cosmic Web; the scale of their operation was the other.The four Tartarus Dreadnoughts were not just flying towards one another from above the stifling violet quarantine grid. They folded space, using the corrupted energy they had transferred from the Earth's atmosphere.The sky opened up over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean in a violent manner. The huge, leviathan-boned ships from London, New York, Tokyo, and Rio de Janeiro were like horrific, biological puzzle pieces. Rusty iron bound with flayed, beating muscles. The dreadnoughts were stitched together with nerves as thick as suspension bridges.The resulting monstrosity was a continent-sized World-Eater.It was so huge that it completely obscured the bruised sun from the western hemisphere. And along came the cataclysmic change in physics. The World-Eater had its own artificial gravity well.The oceans violently contracted, Down on Earth. The Rocky Mount
The Chained Seraph
The ProcessorThere is a distinct difference between a soldier and a slave. A soldier gives his or her life for a cause; a slave must kill for one.Alex was in the World-Eater's command chamber, illuminated by the green light, which was pulsing with acid.In the World-Eater's command chamber, Alex looked at the ruined, chained Archangel in the pulsing, acidic green light. His golden armor was rusted with iron and the stumps of his wings shed thick, corrupted ichor.Alex gasped, "Uriel," the Celestial was his name. An angel who once served the First Emperor, and had fought with great ferocity in the Heavenly Swarm's invasion.Hearing his name, the Archangel’s head twitched. The sickening green light in his eyes flared and for a fleeting moment was overcast by a desperate, agonizing flash of original, pure starlight. Uriel saw the Avatar of Genesis, and his jaw quivered at the parasitic nerves that had been forced into his throat."Alex..." Uriel choked out, a horrifying mix of divine ha
Planetary Stitching
The Breaking WorldA planet has a very specific and horrid sound when its spine is snapped. It is not an explosion, but a deep, agonizing, never ending groan that resonates through the bones of all the living things on its surface.The World-Eater's massive, miles-wide gravitational feeding tube struck the Mid-Atlantic Ridge with extinction level force. It didn't just penetrate the crust, it acted as a wedge, pushing the tectonic plates apart.The earth actually split apart.The world was struck by large, continent size earthquakes. The eastern coast of the United States and the western coasts of Europe were violently driven back. The bedrock of the continents was split by deep, bright red fissures that grew into miles wide canyons. The biomechanical monstrosity pushed the planetary fault lines ever wider and wider and whole cities began to sink into the molten abyss.The oceans were already driven back, and emptied into the burning wounds of the planet. The earth was splitting asunde
The Anti-Matter Monarch
The Cosmic WhipA sword cuts flesh, a cosmic string cuts fundamental fabric of reality.The Anti-Matter Monarch was no talker, it just sat in the superheated depths of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. The tall, tall figure of pure blackness lifted its high, high vibrating stick and let it fall with a blinding, physics-breaking CRACK.The weapon passed through Alex's corporeal form. It attacked the invisible, absolute gravity tethers which the Avatar of Genesis was using to bind the North American and Eurasian tectonic plates.The cosmic string cut through the gravitational bonds as if they were butter."AGH!" The conceptual link was cut, and Alex roared in agony, his mind blown.The earth's tectonic plates violently sprang back open with a loud, planet-wide groan, were it not for the anchor of Genesis. The force of the broken gravity tethers was like a sledgehammer to Alex's arms and he was completely paralyzed. The Avatar of Genesis lost his trajectory and started to free fall right into the
Into the Abyss
The DragSpace does not rip easily. It rips with the violence of a screaming vacuum.The cosmic strings of the Anti-Matter Monarch's whip was so intense it burned through Alex's flesh, cutting off his air and his Aether. He was violently pulled back, taken completely out of the earthly material world. The change was agonizing as he was dragged through the freezing, absolute darkness of the Cosmic Web at speeds that were incomprehensible.Sarah bent down on the muddy, battered shoreline of Brazil.The Queen cried out, "ALEX!" her voice rent asunder.General Talon was frozen next to her, his huge iron shield dropping. They were utterly, paralyzingly amazed by the pitch black singularity floating above the boiling Atlantic Ocean, which snapped shut with a hollow thwip.The Dragon King had left. He had saved the planet from splitting apart, but this was an empty victory, an enclosed nightmare. The High Council's deadly quarantine grid, a violet grid above the broken continents, was comple
The Nightmare King
The Trinity CoreThe cosmic hierarchy was kind of built on this old idea that light shoots out dark, and gravity just… crushes everything, no mercy.But okay, what if a mortal vessel decides to argue with the numbers, like, outright refuses the math and instead chooses to eat the nightmare?The antimatter monarch didn’t even blink. Once it saw the Avatar of Genesis getting all violently twisted and mutated, that towering thing drove the humming scalpel of total annihilation straight into Alex’s freshly forged chest. A hit, y'know, meant to erase the Avatar at a subatomic level.The scalpel pierced Alex’s flesh.Only there was no boom. No disintegration, none of that usual drama.Alex stayed perfectly still. His eight colossal wings—some horrifying, glorious mashup of flayed muscle, Celestial Aether, and rusted terrestrial iron—opened wide. The radioactive neon green plus pitch-black energy spinning in his chest yanked the antimatter scalpel inward, like it was nothing.The monarch tri
The Eradicators' Descent
The White FleetThe High Council didn’t bluff, and they also didn’t tolerate… really any kind of mathematical mistakes.That thirty-day ultimatum got wiped out, exactly the microsecond the Nightmare King’s corrupted hands physically tore open the violet quarantine grid.Up at the zenith, the highest peak of the cosmic web, the ancient Arbiters already clocked the tier-1 anomaly, and, no, it wasn’t just still alive after Tartarus—he had conquered it, like taking a trophy, casually.As Alex hovered above the boiling Atlantic Ocean, his eight colossal wings, made of flayed muscle, rusted iron, and celestial starlight, stretched out and threw a shadow over Earth so heavy it felt like judgment.Then the sky shifted again, violently. Not “tear” like a jagged wound, not that kind of ugly. Space simply parted with maddening, terrifying composure, a precision that felt almost designed.A fleet of colossal, blindingly white ships dropped into the Earth’s upper atmosphere.They weren’t organic,
The Zenith Breach
The Cosmic MarchThe sky above the Atlantic Ocean didn't open – it was ripped open by the power of one man.Alex stood before the immense, jagged, bleeding green tear in the fabric of the universe, which he had torn, and the swirling white data sphere he had taken from the Lawgiver. He looked away from the earth. His eyes remained fixed on the emptiness, with his eyes glaring with fear and eight wings.The most impenetrable armada in the universe was ready to roll behind him.The sleek black-iron Vanguard transports flew in with perfect formation, and so did the commandeered Global Council drop ships, which were fitted with terrestrial heavy weapons. The billions of rusted leviathan-bone Dreadnoughts of the Tartarus hive-mind flanked them, as gigantic biomechanical escorts. The Vanguard and the Abyss were following behind, both marching to the tune of the Nightmare King, alongside Humanity.“Enter the breach,” Alex said, his voice resonating through the communication system of the hum
The Chronos Paradox
The Temporal HostageThe Heavens, the Earth and the Abyss had been conquered, and now, there was only one force left that could paralyse the Dragon King: consequence.Alex's huge, armored fist shook, inches from the central Arbiter's face that was constantly changing. The fearsome Trinity Core in his chest was a turbulent, boiling pot of earth's gravity, starlight and radioactive anti-matter, needing to be released. However, he was unable to get up.The Arbiter didn't have a spell of stasis cast. It had shown the ultimate cosmic checkmate.Under the Arbiter's hood was no face, but a swirling, infinite vortex of historical events. Alex could see the entity and the flow of the universe through it physically. He witnessed the downfall of the First Emperor. He witnessed his own demise in the mud. He witnessed Sarah burning her life to bring him back.The central Arbiter's harmonic voice was not filled with fear, it was "We are not rulers; we are the loom. The Zenith is the heart of the pa