Chapter 19 – The Blade That Ends Gods
Night had fallen.
Deep beneath the world, inside a sealed armory that very few beings knew existed, Sam stood alone.
This chamber was not ordinary.
Ancient runes covered the walls—symbols so old that even time itself seemed to avoid them. The air was heavy, warped, as if reality bent slightly at the center of the room.
There, resting upon a sealed pedestal, was a presence.
Not metal.
Not magic.
But judgment.
Sam slowly stepped forward.
"…Diamond Sword."
The moment the name left his lips, the pressure inside the chamber intensified. The runes along the walls flickered faintly, reacting as if they recognized their rightful master.
Memories surfaced.
Long ago—after Sam had completed his final training—the sword had chosen him.
Not the other way around.
Among the Five Godly Weapons of the Five Universes, the Diamond Sword had remained masterless for countless millennia. Gods had sought it. Rulers had prayed for it.
All were rejected.
Yet it had answered Sam.
The Diamond Sword was unlike any weapon forged by divine hands. It was born from the core of existence itself. Its power had no upper limit—whatever strength its wielder possessed, the blade would reflect it perfectly.
Indestructible.
Absolute.
Its true specialty was not force—but sharpness.
A sharpness so pure that even atoms parted before it like paper.
A voice echoed from behind.
"Master."
Sam's eyes sharpened as Sage stepped forward, pulling him back to the present.
"Diamond Sword…" Sage said slowly, reverently.
"One of the Five Godly Weapons."
Varkhad added in his deep, steady voice,
"This blade is not made of divine metal."
"It was forged from the core of existence itself."
Sage continued,
"Each Godly Weapon serves a purpose."
"Staff of Genesis — Creation."
"Spear of Void — Erasure."
"Crown of Ash — Authority."
"Mirror of Eternity — Truth."
Sam's gaze never left the sealed pedestal.
"…And the Diamond Sword?" he asked.
Sage hesitated for a single heartbeat.
"Judgment."
Why the Diamond Sword Is Feared
"The Diamond Sword does not merely cut flesh," Sage said quietly.
"It cuts the soul… fate… and existence itself."
"All three—at once."
Varkhad spoke next, his voice heavy.
"That is why even gods fear this blade."
Sam's face remained emotionless, but something dark stirred behind his crimson eyes.
"That is why I hid it."
The Cost of Drawing the Blade
Sam placed his hand upon the pedestal.
The chamber trembled.
Invisible pressure slammed into him like a wave. He clenched his fist, teeth tightening.
"Every time this blade was drawn," Sam said calmly,
"victory followed."
"And so did mass destruction."
Sage lowered his head.
"That is why you sealed it."
Sam nodded once.
"For my family."
Varkhad stepped forward.
"Master… the time has come."
Sam inhaled slowly.
Then he nodded.
With a single motion, he summoned the blade.
Blue-diamond light erupted across the chamber.
The Diamond Sword materialized in his grasp—its edge humming with absolute authority. The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, Sam's eyes burned crimson.
His outfit shifted on its own, transforming into a divine warrior's armor—sleek, ancient, terrifyingly regal. His presence intensified, as if the sword itself enhanced the very laws around him.
It was not beauty.
It was inevitability.
As if the blade recognized him—and reshaped reality accordingly.
At that moment, a warrior spirit from the Slaughter Division manifested inside the chamber, kneeling instantly.
"Master," the spirit reported.
"We have attacked Gogo's location."
"The war has begun."
"Blood Legion versus Gogo's Army."
Sam lifted the Diamond Sword slightly. The air screamed.
"Then let us end this story tonight."
His voice was calm.
Cold.
Final.
A shadow scout spirit materialized silently behind Sam.
"Master."
Its hollow eyes glowed faintly.
"Target located."
A hologram projected into the air.
A floating, dead city appeared—
where the ground and the sky were inverted, twisted unnaturally.
A place where reality itself felt broken.
In simpler words—
The Graveyard of Gods.
All around, battle raged endlessly.
Blood Legion forces clashed violently against Gogo's army.
The sky burned crimson, the land cracked under divine pressure, and screams echoed through broken space.
At the far end of the battlefield, seated calmly upon a fractured throne of stone and bone, was Gogo.
This was the first time Sam saw him clearly.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Dark skin, long flowing blond hair, and a thick beard that framed his cruel smile.
He wore a royal outfit, ancient and dominant, and held a spear casually—
as if he had already conquered everything before him.
The wind howled violently.
Gogo looked directly at Sam.
A merciless smile curved across his face.
Sam stared back.
His eyes ignited with a crimson glow.
Beside Sam stood Varkhad and Sage.
The battlefield painted a clear picture—
1 vs 3.
Gogo rose slowly from his seat.
"Prepare for your destruction, God Slayer."
Sam remained calm.
"Bring it on."
The next second—
Gogo vanished.
A spear appeared directly in front of Sam's face, moving at terrifying speed.
So fast that even Sam barely had time to react.
Sam instantly raised his Diamond Sword.
Blue energy erupted as the blade intercepted the attack.
The impact forced Sam two steps back.
The moment Sam retreated—
Sage moved.
He unleashed his sword technique—
Six Emotion Paths
—all at once.
Simultaneously, Varkhad attacked with overwhelming lava magic.
Gogo slammed his spear into the ground.
A shockwave spread.
Both attacks were instantly nullified.
Sage and Varkhad froze.
"Impossible…"
"He nullified top-tier spells…"
Before they could react—
Sam surged forward.
The Diamond Sword erupted with full energy.
A devastating strike tore through space itself.
Gogo blocked it with his spear.
He was pushed back ten steps.
But—
The spear cracked.
Split.
Even after spell nullification, the sheer sharpness of the Diamond Sword sliced through it.
Blood dripped from Gogo's mouth.
"I knew it wouldn't be easy against you, God Slayer," Gogo said, wiping the blood away.
"You're still terrifyingly strong."
"But this fight has only just begun."
He discarded the broken spear.
Purple energy erupted around him.
A spell activated.
His body expanded, power surging violently.
He entered—
Indestructible Mode.
"Do you see this, God Slayer?" Gogo roared.
"This power is something even you don't possess."
"I was blessed with eternity itself."
"I am immortal—just like you."
Sam replied coldly,
"Immortality is a curse."
"And today, I'll free you from it."
Varkhad charged.
Gogo raised a single hand.
An invisible force crushed Varkhad mid-air.
Bones shattered.
Varkhad collapsed, gasping—counting his final breaths.
Sam and Sage attacked together.
Their strikes landed—
but had no effect.
Gogo's regeneration was at its peak.
He slapped Sage across the chest.
Sage flew backward and collapsed.
Barely alive.
Elsewhere, the ritual to resurrect Gazel using Nirvana was still ongoing.
Blood Legion soldiers fell one by one.
Backup forces from Gogo's army arrived.
Amidst the chaos—
Sam stood alone.
Diamond Sword in hand.
"What do you want, Gogo?" Sam demanded.
"I want revenge," Gogo replied.
"You know I'm still not fighting at full power," Sam said.
"If I did, you'd all turn to dust."
Gogo laughed.
"I know, God Slayer."
"And that's exactly what I want."
"I want you to unleash your full power."
"So the top beings of this universe—and four other multiverses—
those hunting you—will sense you."
"And then they'll tear you and your family apart."
"Win or lose… I win."
Sam narrowed his eyes.
"That will only matter if Gazel is revived."
In a blink—
Sam vanished.
He reappeared before the priest performing the Nirvana ritual.
One strike.
The priest's head fell.
The ritual stopped.
Gogo froze.
"What?!"
"You were right here—how did you stop it?!"
Sam answered calmly,
"The one you were watching was a clone."
"Idiot."
Gogo roared in fury.
"You stopped the ritual—but I'll do it again later."
"For now—I'll kill you!"
Sam was exhausted.
He had exceeded his limits.
For the first time—
he felt defeat on the battlefield.
Kneeling.
Diamond Sword supporting his weight.
His army collapsed.
His generals fallen.
His summoned spirits destroyed.
Gogo laughed.
"Do you finally understand your place, God Slayer?"
Blood dripped from Sam's mouth.
He laughed.
"I'll show you your place."
Sam pointed behind him.
Eight massive portals opened.
From each portal emerged a King-Class Spirit General, each commanding an army of their own.
The battlefield turned instantly.
Sam shouted,
"You won't be defeated by me—"
"My generals will end you."
At his command—
All eight generals attacked.
Gogo's army was annihilated in moments.
Two generals supported Sam.
The remaining six attacked Gogo.
Together, they sealed him.
His essence was trapped inside a bottle.
Gogo screamed.
"I'll kill you, God Slayer!"
Sam held the bottle calmly.
"These are my ten generals."
The battle ended.
Reunion followed.
Hugs.
After years apart.
As they departed the battlefield—
One question remained.
What will Sam do with Gogo now?