The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 393 Fourth Dimensional Beings

Undaunted by his words, the silver-crowned lady chanted an incantation in an ancient tongue, to Damien\'s ears, resembling the enchanting chorus of ten thousand birds. She ascended further during the entire ritual. "The moment is ripe for the plucking. Fire at me, now!"

Over ten thousand Feather Clan troops readied their gleaming white arrows, drawing them taut against their bowstrings and releasing them in unison. For an instant, darkness eclipsed the radiant sun as the volley of magical arrows blotted out the sky. However, their target was not the Heretic God. Instead, they aimed for the lady with the silvery crown. She had no intention of dodging. As the arrows came to a halt, all Damien could see was the lady, adorned with arrows like a majestic porcupine, crimson-golden blood trickling from every puncture. Against gravity\'s pull, her blood coalesced in her left palm, solidifying into a sleek, bluish longbow.

"Well, well, well, you\'ve reached the stage of God\'s Blood manifestation," the Heretic God clapped, offering honest praise. "Alright, share your name with me, and I\'ll claim you as my mistress."

Wearing a disdainful expression, she retorted, "Don\'t even entertain the thought, foul creature. But do remember this name, Silpha Naya\'il, the Great Priestess of the White Feather Clan. When I send your God Soul to the Purgatory Realm, the One Billion Eyes monster may question your untimely end." Her voice exuded regal authority and an aura of purity.

Listening to her, Damien realized, "So, even an omnipotent being like him can meet his end, I suppose."

"My demise, ho-ho-ho, Silpha Naya\'il, the Great Priestess of the White Feather Clan. What a beautiful name. I shall remember it. Now, show me what you\'re made of," the heretic god declared, sealing the challenge with a series of intricate hand gestures and a pointed cry.

"Divine Monochrome, here, here, here..." As he pointed in seven directions, ten enigmatic grayish spheres manifested, imprisoning time and space within them. Throughout this process, Damien remained fixated on the Heretic God\'s left eye, where nine rings twirled in a precise pattern. It was the same Monochrome technique Damien had employed when triggering the time freeze, but now, he had a newfound revelation, a deeper understanding of this ocular technique.

The seven monochromes materialized between the Heretic God and the Feather Clan troops. For reasons unknown, after unleashing their arrows, all within the God Trapping Formation appeared blurred to Damien\'s eyes. "Ah, it\'s as if they stand in an entirely different realm—a separate time continuum! And they all seem to wield mastery over the Time Law!" Damien observed, pondering the concept of Fourth-Dimensional beings. Only the lady with the silver crown and the Heretic God occupied the same time and space. Silpha Naya\'il gripped the bluish longbow vertically with her left hand, her right hand reaching for the string, and she began to pull. Ten arrows that had impaled her legs vanished magically, leaving a gleaming black arrow with its tail on the string and its arrowhead aimed squarely at her opponent. "Unleash!" She released the arrow.

The arrow soared through the air, transforming into a sinuous serpent, hurtling at breakneck speed toward the closest gray monochrome to Lady Silpha Naya\'il. Astonishingly, the serpent arrow pierced through the monochrome, shattering it into countless fragments, defying Damien\'s expectations. Witnessing this, the Heretic God displayed a look of sheer amazement. He waved his hand, and just as the serpent destroyed another monochrome, the nine rings in his Left God Eye spun, merging two monochromes into one.

Yet, this failed to halt the uncanny arrow in the form of the eerie serpent; it continued on its path, disintegrating another monochrome into particles.

"Hmph! All merged!" the Heretic God exclaimed, clenching his fist. Consequently, the remaining four monochromes coalesced into one. This time, the serpent arrow managed to penetrate it with minimal resistance. Damien, with his keen eye, observed the intense struggle between time and space within the monochrome. The serpent arrow\'s speed dwindled until it was on the verge of halting.

Just as it was about to cease, Silpha Naya\'il uttered, "Spin it for me."

The serpent transformed back into a black arrow, began to spin, and gradually overcame the formidable laws of time and space that the monochrome represented. A long zigzag crack formed horizontally, spreading in all directions and shattering into innumerable tiny fragments. Bang!

A black serpent slithered through the debris, making a beeline for the Heretic God\'s neck.

"Hmph!" He snorted, seizing it with his bare hand. The serpent struggled to escape his grasp but couldn\'t. It alternated between the form of a black arrow and a serpent, gradually losing its energy until it dissolved into dust particles.

With renewed interest, the Heretic God regarded the lady and spoke calmly, "I truly underestimated your strength, High Priestess Silpha Naya\'il. You\'re almost on par with the Head Priestess. And now, you\'ve captured my attention, prompting me to engage you seriously."

"Oh, is that so? Well then, let the real battle begin," Silpha Naya\'il declared as fifty arrows vanished from her legs, coalescing into three arrows poised and ready on her longbow.

The Heretic God\'s right God Eye blazed with intensity as a ring, spun at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, he materialized right before her. "Impressive, Silpha Naya\'il," he said with a wicked grin. "But can you truly withstand the might of a god?"

Silpha Naya\'il met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I\'ve faced gods before, and I\'ve seen them fall," she replied, her voice laced with confidence. "You won\'t be an exception."

The Heretic God\'s grin widened as he launched a powerful punch aimed squarely at her head.