Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 461: Who... Are You All? (2)

Chapter 461: Who… Are You All? (2)

As the two sides clashed, it quickly became evident for the women — and the man who stood above them all watching — that something was deeply wrong.

Seris’s voice echoed across the battlefield, calm yet tinged with warning as she fought.

“They’re not using mana. It’s something else…” she said. “Some kind of negation energy, and it’s not far from Divinity.”

Persephone scoffed, lifting her hand to curse an entire legion of Nelun before her.

The curse struck instantly— their very nonexistence turned fatal, unraveling them from the inside out as they screamed and dissolved into nothing.

She spoke up, her voice laced with playful disdain.

“Sister, don’t state the obvious, alright?” she said as she moved. “Still, I think it’s pretty similar to Divinity as well…”

While those two exchanged words between strikes, Aphrodite, across the battlefield, moved with deadly grace.

She blew a kiss toward an oncoming wave of Nelun, her power of beauty and desire morphing into pure, irresistible charm.

With that simple gesture, The Nelun froze mid-step, their eyes glazing over with forced adoration.

HALT!

“Kill yourselves,” she commanded softly.

They obeyed without hesitation, turning their own negation weapons on themselves and erasing their existence in perfect unison.

And Vetri, she had become the Goddess of Cosmos.

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

She drifted above the rest, standing in the sky with her hands clasped behind her back, sending out illusory attacks of worlds, galaxies, and whole star systems at the Nelun surrounding her.

For a brief moment, the illusory attacks solidified — crushing, scorching, and devouring legions of Nelun before vanishing.

Yet, as the Nelun fell, they reformed—stronger than before.

The women’s eyes narrowed at the strange sight.

Each time the Nelun died, they returned with new traits of existence, as if evolving into something closer to the Unus, a race balanced between existence and nonexistence.

But that wasn’t the only change—each kill seemed to slowly alter the women themselves.

Yet in this moment, they couldn’t quite pinpoint what was shifting, especially since they couldn’t make much sense of the power these Nelun’s were using.

Seris frowned, her red eyes narrowing as she watched the cycle repeat.

She spoke into their minds again, voice firm.

“I will handle the bastard we came for — the Champion. The rest of you keep the legions occupied.”

In the same moment, she issued commands to her own endless legions with a single thought.

ROARRRRRR!

The beasts and otherworldly creatures under her command charged ahead with fierce determination, their ranks swelled endlessly as they ripped into the reforming Nelun, giving Seris the chance she’d been waiting for.

She fixed her gaze on the last Champion, still standing in the heart of the chaos, wearing that same calm, unreadable smile…

BOOOM!!!

ROARR!!!!

While on top the head of her massive dragon summon — the colossal, twelve-winged beast of absolute massive scale — and shot forward like a comet.

They moved so fast that space completely cracked and shattered.

The dragon roared, its wings beating with enough force to break entire universes, as it closed the distance in seconds.

When they were close enough, Seris sent a silent command.

The dragon opened its massive mouth as it began to dematerialize.

In the same moment, Seris jumped from its head, her body twisting mid-air as she attacked from multiple directions at once.

Midair, she threw her two physical daggers first — sending two streaks that screamed toward the Champion’s face with lethal intent.

SHIIIING!

At the same instant, she appeared directly overhead and unleashed her Codex Power.

HUMMMMMM!!!!!!!

|War Goddess Ascension (Tier 7)|

Her power fused with every summon under her command, causing her own strength — and that of her legions — to skyrocket, reaching the 22nd-dimensional existence level.

[-20,000,000 DP]

Without hesitation, she shaped twenty million Divinity into a colossal illusory dagger, which materialized above the Champion before crashing down.

FWOOOOM!!!!!

From below, the dragon let loose a fireball of pure Existence and Nonexistence—a swirling sphere of creation and destruction that blazed with the power of both a big bang and a big crunch.

The attacks didn’t travel; no, they simply materialized upon the final champion.

KKKRAAABOOOOM!!!

First came the physical daggers—one buried deep in the Champion’s left cheek, the other cutting across his right eye in a spray of dark essence.

Then the illusory dagger crashed down from above like divine judgment—a massive blade of pure light that burned a smoking trench through his torso from shoulder to hip.

Finally, the dragon’s fireball of Existence and Nonexistence exploded toward his chest with apocalyptic force.

Through it all, the Champion didn’t budge, his smile unshaken.

His form flickered wildly as the combined assault broke through his natural negation, as fractures of existence and nonexistence spider-webbed across him like shattered glass.

He released a single, warped chuckle — the first true sound he’d made since the fight began.

“Finall—”

RIIIIPPPP!!!!

The word caught in his throat as the three attacks struck in perfect unison… Yet before the Champion’s body could fully dissolve and unravel, a rift split open just behind him.

From it emerged a massive black hand — ancient, immense, and exuding an aura of utter negation — which gave a single, deliberate wave.

RUMBLEEEEEEE!!!!

The movement was so simple, so casual, it almost seemed lazy.

Yet the sheer power it carried — the devastation it unleashed — could never be underestimated.

Seris’s War Goddess Ascension, the illusory dagger, the dragon’s fireball of Existence and Nonexistence — all of it vanished in an instant, as though it had never been.

The wave of absolute nothingness surged on, instantly reducing the entire battlefield to utter ruin.

The wave moved like a quiet, black tide, wiping out anything that wasn’t Nelun. Beasts, the spectral legions, Unus warriors — all gone without a sound, their existence erased in an instant.

Needless to say, if such a danger was near, the women would sense it.

And right now, they couldn’t deny it… they felt like nothing more than ants before this surge of annihilation.

It was not merely a matter of them being weaker; the situation was far more complex. Nevertheless, there was no time to dwell on it, especially as their soldiers were falling with every passing instant.

“Retreat!” Seris commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos as she swiftly opened a rift back to Pantheos, allowing many of the troops to escape.

“NOW!” Vetri barked, as she latched onto Aphrodite.

Aphrodite and Persephone reacted without hesitation, each tearing open rifts to send as many remaining soldiers through as possible.

They lingered only a moment longer, compelled to witness this display of power firsthand.

“Good job,” Ash’s voice resonated within their minds. “This is nothing too much; Creara will handle it.”

With that, they exchanged brief nods and stepped into Pantheos, their thoughts reduced to a rare and uncharacteristic simplicity.