System's POV - Chapter 1489: The Thirteenth Son Of Heaven [Part 2]

Chapter 1489: The Thirteenth Son Of Heaven [Part 2]

Thirteen stood tall, hovering a few meters from the ground.

The Celestials and Fiends looked at his small back.

In their eyes, he was just a frail mortal who would perish easily once the demigods attacked. Yet the same small back made the fear and anxiety in their hearts decrease drastically.

Even Zaphiel looked at Zion with a complicated gaze. He wholeheartedly believed that the outcome of this battle would be decided not by the Celestials or Fiends, but the young man who stood tall against the Infernal Army.

They weren’t aware that the teenage boy they were relying on was blind in one eye.

They weren’t aware that he had gone deaf in one ear.

They weren’t aware that he had lost his sense of taste, smell, and touch.

He looked so imposing that whatever disabilities he had were overshadowed by his presence.

Metatron and the members of the Order of the Apocalypse knew how broken Thirteen was right now.

They had seen him sacrifice whatever he could to protect his lovers. And now, whatever left of him was facing the infernal army head-on, not caring if they would help him or not.

He never asked for their help.

He didn’t try to convince them to sacrifice their lives for him.

He didn’t do anything to control their destiny, for that was what he was fighting for.

He wanted everyone to gain free will and to break free from the shackles that bound their very soul for eternity.

“Camazotz, what are you doing?” Beelzebub asked, noticing the Death Bat rise from his seat.

“To damnation and beyond,” Camazotz replied without turning around. He simply walked toward the exit of the conference room, his steps firm and eyes filled with determination.

“That’s hell you’re walking to,” Zagan stated.

“Good,” Camazotz replied. “Thirteen once said there’s no place for him in heaven, so we’ll be neighbors in hell.”

“You’re really a fool, Camazotz,” Baal commented. “But I promise I won’t piss on your grave once this ends.”

“Hahaha!” Camazotz chuckled and waved without looking back.

He then opened a portal leading to Thirteen’s location. He couldn’t possibly leave the person whom he treated as a friend and a mentor, as well as a confidant.

Thirteen knew his fears, his insecurities, and his worries, as well as the helplessness he worked so hard to overcome.

If this were really his last day in the world, he would make it so grand that even the God of Death would tell him, “you’ve lived a life worth living.”

Everyone watched him go. Not even Kamrusepa, who was part of the original trinity, dared to follow.

Unlike Camazotz, she had a daughter, Siri, whom she couldn’t abandon from mere selfishness.

She had even put her under house arrest in Pangea, where she would be safe from harm.

“Hah… I guess it’s time to go out with a bang.”

Paimon stood up and stretched her arms. “Kamrusepa, please pick up my ashes or whatever remains I’ll leave, then bury it with Camazotz. He’s a very lonely person, so I’ll accompany him in hell.”

“W-What?!” Zapar looked at Paimon in disbelief. “You’re really going?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to die there for real. You won’t have a second chance.”

“It’s fine,” Paimon replied as she walked toward the same exit Camazotz had just crossed. “I’m bored of this world anyway. Time to go to more exciting places.”

Aside from the two of them, no other members of the Order of the Apocalypse left. They simply watched as three of their members faced off against the Infernal Army together.

Thirteen’s monster army, which was inside the Domain of the Apocalypse, also looked at their Master with a complicated look on his face.

Just like the Order of the Apocalypse, they hadn’t been asked to fight for him this time.

The teenage boy understood that as long as Metatron looked after his subordinates, they wouldn’t have to worry about dying helplessly in a fight they shouldn’t involve themselves with.

The Grievefoot, Khan, whom Thirteen had forced into submission in the trial of courage, looked at the teenage boy who defeated him.

He had kept a grudge against his Master since that day. But seeing him now, tattered yet still facing off against an army no one dared to fight, Khan pounded his chest with his fists.

The Grievefoot roared before taking a step forward.

A purple portal appeared in front of him which he crossed over without fear.

“Madness!” The Umbrafang, Harahon, pulled his hair. “This is madness! Damn it! I’m mad too because I am going!”

He was someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong. But Thirteen gave him the chance to prove that even he could do something he could be proud of.

And this battle, whether he lived or died, was something he could brag about even in hell.

Evuvug and Gwenn exchanged glances with each other before unanimously crawling to the purple portal.

They were weak as they were, but they had the power to control the minds of others. Although the Infernals might have high resistance against mind-controlling abilities, they decided to still fight alongside their Master.

The Goblin Emperor, Lord Zorca, sighed before following behind the two Brain Beetles.

The Thunderbird, Sahard, who had become Thirteen’s latest slave—errr, helper, gritted his teeth and crossed the portal as well.

One by one, Thirteen’s monster army took that step and joined the battlefield where they would probably die without going down in history.

But they still chose to go.

Not because their Master ordered them to, but because they believed their sacrifices wouldn’t be in vain!

Metatron sighed internally as he watched Zion’s army leave the domain of the apocalypse. Not a single one stayed behind, and those who were inside the conference room also saw this.

Camazotz, Cranky, and Paimon stood beside Thirteen.

Behind them, Thirteen’s monster army, numbering in the thousands, roared in defiance against the Infernal Army, ready to fight a battle that would decide not only their fate but the fate of the entire world of Solterra.

Thirteen glanced at Camazotz and Paimon before looking behind his back.

To his Monster Army who had come to die for his sake.

He didn’t say any words to encourage them nor did he make any promise.

Thirteen simply raised his fist. They shouted their warcries, believing in their Master one last time.

“I am the Thirteenth Son of Heaven,” Thirteen declared as he faced the Infernal Army once more. “If you’re really a God, come down and fight me. If you are a coward, stay where you are, Azhuriel.

“I will make sure that your name spreads far and wide. The multiverse will know that the God of the Infernals is too afraid to even fight a single mortal.”

“You’re not worthy to fight me,” Azhuriel replied.

“What a sorry excuse for a pathetic, weak God,” Thirteen said in contempt. “You also know this, right? Even if your army wins this battle, they will no longer believe in you. The Infernals only follow one law. Only the strong has the right to lead them. Cowards have no place among their ranks.”

Red lightning streaked across the sky, and a sound similar to thousands of thunderclaps booming simultaneously reached everyone’s ears.

“Since you wish to die, then so be it!” Azhuriel said coldly. “I’ll crush you and torture your soul for eternity!”

Thirteen smiled faintly before activating the box in his hand.

All his lovers were sent out of it. They stood alongside their lover, ready to face the Infernal Army together.

“Come, Azhuriel.” Thirteen sneered. “Let’s see if you really have what it takes to be a God of Conquest.”

The sky cracked once more as someone forced himself to descend into a world that seemed unable to carry the weight of his presence.