Genius Noble With System
Chapter 181: Completing the task and return

Chapter 181: Completing the task and return

As the dust settled, an eerie silence descended upon the land. The air was thick with the aftermath of destruction, an oppressive stillness that clung to every surface. Slowly, figures began to emerge from the shadows and rubble.

Apollo and the other trialists, bruised and battered, stood alongside the Blood King. Their eyes were wide, reflecting a mixture of horror and awe. They gazed upward, where the calm, levitating figure of God Anaric hovered in the sky. He exuded an aura of unassailable power, his demeanour as tranquil as a calm sea, untouched by the mass slaughter he had just enacted.

There wasn’t a hint of remorse or satisfaction in his expression, only a cold indifference as if the act of ending millions of lives was as trivial as breathing.

The eerie aura enveloping the Abyssal scar disappeared and was swallowed by God Anaric, leaving the land without any form of energy and transforming it into a desolate land with nothing—neither grass plants, trees, nor even a single life.

After all these, finally, the God Anaric aura seemed to have become stable, and the sky-shattering oppressive feeling disappeared, leaving a calm and silent aura that seemed to have merged with the world; even it gave the feeling like he was a weak mortal, which is the horrifying thing.

The gap between them and the figure above was beyond comprehension. It wasn’t merely a chasm—it was an endless void. No matter how hard they strained his senses, they couldn’t grasp even a fraction of God Anaric’s power.

The difference between them was so vast that it became immeasurable, leaving them feeling like nothing. Apollo also couldn’t sense an ounce of power from him, even though he was levitating right in front of him.

Yet, with that transcendent presence, they knew: that the god Anaric had returned to his peak—a peak where the world itself trembled beneath his power. A peak strength where his mere presence could make the world shudder, where the laws of existence themselves seemed to bow before his might.

[[Special trial (Final task)- Release the Outer God Anaric]]

[Status- Completed]

[Reward- 8000 Sky points (800 each trialist)]

"Hmm, fucking finally." They murmured in happiness as they finally heard the mechanical voice of task completion.

[Teleportation begins in 3...]

When they were feeling happy, the sky suddenly became crowded as hundreds of unimaginably powerful auras appeared trying to oppress God Anaric.

Their aura made Apollo and others tremble, and their soul and body were shaking in fear.

"Die, all of you!" The leading half-dragon figure roared, launching his attack. But to everyone’s shock, his target wasn’t God Anaric. Instead, he aimed directly at Apollo and the other trialists.

From his perspective, anyone still alive within the Abyssal Scar must have had some connection to God Anaric. Fueled by rage and a thirst for revenge, he sought to strike them down first.

The air crackled with his power as his colossal form surged toward them, claws extended, ready to obliterate anything in his path.

"Fuck you!"

They couldn’t help but curse this shitty dragon, as he cannot mess with God Anaric, so he wanted to mess with them as being soft permission.

They were paralyzed with terror as the power of the incoming claw strike surpassed anything they could comprehend. The oppressive aura pressed down on them, freezing them in place, and all they could do was brace themselves for the inevitable death that loomed ever closer.

Even Apollo, usually composed, felt fear clutching at him. The sheer force of the claw strike was beyond his limits; if it struck, he would die instantly. Despite his fear, Apollo readied himself for a desperate transformation. He wasn’t one to give up so easily, especially with Pussy King lying on his shoulder, who he believed had a trick up his sleeve to survive the impossible.

"Kid, don’t try anything stupid. Someone will stop the attack for us," Pussy King transmitted into his mind, surprising Apollo. He hesitated but finally trusted the words of his cocky cat companion despite the deadly situation.

Kaleb on the other side was also ready to use his trump card left by the elder which was the only way they might have hope to survive not knowing anything about the exchange of words between Apollo and Pussy King as the countdown for teleporting is going on.

But just as he was about to activate it, something shocking happened: God Anaric, who was calmly standing in the sky, made his move to everyone’s surprise.

He waved his hand, a black hand of law, as the mountain appeared and collided with the half-human dragon’s claw, stopping it in its path.

Booom!

A thunderous boom reverberated through the atmosphere, splitting the air with the force of the collision. The black hand of law, massive and foreboding, clashed with the half-dragon’s claw, sending shockwaves rippling outward. The earth beneath them cracked and splintered, the aftershock of their clash turning the desolate land into a sea of debris.

The half-dragon’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had not anticipated God Anaric’s intervention. His momentum ground to a halt, the force of the black hand pushing him back through the sky, his mighty claw unable to break through its ominous grip.

With an air of chilling indifference, God Anaric remained motionless, his eyes as hollow and cold as ever. There was no trace of exertion on his face. To him, this was less than a trivial effort—an idle flick of his fingers to swat away an annoying fly. His gaze flicked momentarily to the half-dragon, not with malice but with a profound disinterest.

"Scram," he muttered, his voice soft but carrying the weight of a command that brooked no defiance. The black hand suddenly surged forward, shattering the half-dragon’s defence.

The half-dragon let out a roar of agony as he was sent hurtling backwards, crashing into the earth below with a resounding thud that shook the entire region.

Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the battlefield in a thick cloud. Apollo, Kaleb, Alyona, and the others stood frozen, the oppressive aura of the dragon’s assault dissipating in an instant. Relief washed over them, yet a deeper sense of terror took its place seeing the power of God Anaric.

Holy... did he just..." Kaleb stammered, his voice trembling as he just somehow stood straight and stared at the dissipating black hand. All of them were surprised, as not only before but it seemed to God Anaric saved their lives, even though he didn’t look like someone who would be glad to release them and help them as he just a minute ago slaughtered a million.

Apollo himself was also thinking this and couldn’t help looking at the Pussy King, who seems to know this from before and knew many secrets that he couldn’t understand.

His eyes flicked toward the sky, watching as the other powerful entities now hesitated to move forward. They had arrived in force, each of them with an aura that could dominate a battlefield. Yet, against this godly figure, they paused, reconsidering their next move.

The oppressive silence that followed was shattered by the sound of a mechanical voice in Apollo’s mind.

[Teleportation begins in 2...]

"We might actually make it out alive," Alyona whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts.

God Anaric’s gaze turned downward, locking onto Apollo and the other trialists. His eyes, ancient and unfathomable, bore into them as if peering through their very souls. "So weak," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy.

"Become strong; time is running out." They all heard the weird word from the god Anaric, and they felt melancholy, a bit of sadness in his eyes as he said these words, shocking them.

[Teleportation begins in 0...]

The air around them shimmered, and Apollo felt the familiar pull of teleportation magic. It tugged at every fiber of his being, urging him away from this forsaken land. In those final moments, he kept his eyes locked on God Anaric, a mixture of fear, awe, and confusion surging within him as he really wanted to know what time was running out and what their connection was.

"Until next time," Apollo whispered.

With a flash of light, the trialists disappeared from the Abyssal Scar, leaving behind the battered landscape and the silent figure of God Anaric, who continued to hover in the sky. He turned his gaze upward, where the other entities still loomed, their auras wavering in uncertainty.

"Now, since you lizards and bugs are here, become my nourishment as payback for ten thousand years of suppression," his voice echoed, deep and ominous, like the tolling of a death knell.

And with that, a world-shattering battle began one that shook the entire continent and threatened to turn the whole Azure Dragon world upside down.

Apollo and the other trialists were also finally teleported back to Sky City.

Szzz... Szzz...

With a crackle of lightning bolts and sparks, the group reappeared. They felt a slight dizziness, their minds still spinning from the sudden teleportation.

Apollo blinked, trying to steady his spinning vision as the world around him came into focus. The familiar sights of Sky City greeted him—the sprawling streets, towering buildings, and bustling activity of trialists from various corners of the eastern continent.

The other trialists appeared alongside him, equally disoriented. Some staggered on their feet, clutching their heads or sinking to their knees, trying to shake off the effects of the teleportation.

[Ding... The unique reward for clearing the special task...]

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