Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

Chapter 344: Ch 344 : Initial Upperhand

The void of the multiverse, usually a silent expanse of cold vacuum, suddenly ignited with the terrifying radiance of the Law of Annihilation.

Around Sunny, the starlight seemed to curdled into physical form. Particles of Faith and Cosmic Essence swirled together, manifesting as millions of spectral blades.

Some were no larger than a fingernail, designed to pierce through the microscopic chinks in demonic armor; others were gargantuan, their edges stretching across the horizon like solar systems.

Every single blade hummed with a golden, blinding light. To touch one was to be erased... not just killed, but scrubbed from the history of reality.

Belial, floating at the head of his panicked army, looked at the encroaching forest of swords with the bored expression of a man looking at children’s toys. He smoothed his silken hair, a condescending smirk playing on his lips.

"A valiant effort, little Emperor," Belial’s voice rippled through the space, carrying a weight that felt like an invisible chain. "These swords... they could scratch my skin, I suppose. But only if they could actually touch me."

As the words left his mouth, a strange, sickening distortion rippled through the fabric of the multiverse. It wasn’t the booming authority of a Divine Command; it was something subtler, a greasy rewriting of truth that made Sunny’s skin crawl.

"In fact," Belial added, his eyes sparkling with a dark, predatory light, "these swords can touch us."

Sunny’s brow furrowed behind his mask. He didn’t waste time on words. He threw his hand forward, and the millions of blades accelerated. They roared through the vacuum, a silver tide of erasure.

The first wave collided with the obsidian barrier Belial had erected. SSS-Grade power clashed against SSS-Grade power.

Spark-like fragments of broken reality flew in every direction, tearing holes in the distant nebulae of universes. The barrier groaned, spider-webbing under the relentless pressure of the Annihilation Law.

Finally, with a sound like a world shattering, the barrier fell.

The swords surged forward like a school of hungry piranhas. They dove for the heads, hearts, and throats of the 2,000 Demon Gods. The demon Gods screamed, their instincts telling them to save and move out of the way. But their body remained still, their eyes closed as the swords reached their skin.

SHIIIING.

Millions of blades passed through millions of bodies.

Sunny’s eyes went wide. The Demon Gods, who should have been reduced to dust, stood frozen in shock. They looked at their chests, their limbs, and their comrades.

There was no blood. There was no pain. The swords had passed through them as if they were made of smoke. It was as if the demon army had become intangible ghosts.

"What...?" Sunny muttered, his grip on the law faltering.

Belial let out a melodious laugh. "I told you, didn’t I? I said those swords can touch us."

Adam, standing beside Sunny, let out a low, grim chuckle. "Don’t feel too bad, Sunny. You just met the paradox of the Liar."

"He lied about them being able to touch him?" Sunny asked, his mind racing to dissect the mechanics.

"Exactly," Adam explained, his eyes fixed on the smirk on Belial’s face. "Belial is the Lord of Lies. His SSS-Grade talent doesn’t just make him a good deceiver; it forces reality to make his words false. If he says the sky is blue, the law of lies will twist the universe until the sky becomes anything but blue. He said the swords could touch them... therefore, to make his statement a lie, the reality was forced to ensure that the swords cannot touch them."

Sunny nodded, the logic clicking into place. It was a terrifying inversion of Divine Command.

While a command forces the world to obey the speaker’s word, Belial’s talent forces the world to rebel against it.

"It’s a world apart from SS-Grade Divine Command," Sunny thought. "He isn’t just ordering the swords; he’s manipulating the concept of Truth itself."

"There has to be a way to break the paradox," Sunny whispered.

"There is," Adam said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Feel the source. Don’t fight the result; fight the definition."

Sunny closed his eyes for a microsecond. The source? The words. The definition of ’These Swords’.

He looked at the Demon Gods, who had realized they were invincible. They began to mock him, laughing and jeering as the solar-system-sized blades drifted harmlessly through their bodies.

Sunny sneakily lowered his hand behind his back.

He didn’t manifest a new sword, that would have alerted Belial’s senses.

Instead, he used the Law of Annihilation to subtly erase a single blade in the back of the swarm, one subatomic particle at a time. Simultaneously, he used the law of annihilation to fill those gaps with new particles.

It was a ship of Theseus in the middle of a battlefield. Over the course of ten seconds, he replaced one of the needle-sized swords with an entirely new construct that looked identical but was free from Belial’s rule.

The New Sword was a blank slate. It wasn’t part of the group Belial had defined.

Sunny waited for the perfect moment, his gaze remaining on Belial to keep the Lord’s attention.

KHACHHHH!

A fountain of black, demonic blood erupted in the middle of the formation.

A Demon God, who had been laughing a second ago, stopped. He looked down at the void where his neck used to be.

The Annihilation Law on the New Sword didn’t just cut him; it began to spread like a plague, dissolving his remaining torso into nothingness.

"What?!" Belial’s handsome face finally cracked. His jaw split open, revealing rows of serrated, shark-like teeth. "How?!"

Before he could react, Sunny’s fingers danced in the air. He began a "swap" at an incredible pace. One by one, the Untouchable Swords were erased and replaced with New Blades.

SHING. SLICE. CRUNCH.

The laughter in the demonic army turned into screams of terror. The Demon Gods began to fall like flies. From the initial 2,000, the number plummeted to 1,500... then 800... then 160.

The loophole was simple: Belial had said "These swords." By creating new swords, Sunny had bypassed the paradox.

"Enough!" Belial roared, his aura exploding in a wave of crimson malice. "Continue flying!"

Instantly, the million swords stopped mid-flight. They didn’t just stop; they froze as if they had hit a wall of solid diamond.

Sunny felt a strange, crushing force wrap around his own body, pinning him to the spot in the open space.

"Heh," Sunny joked, though his brow was damp with sweat. "It’s a good thing we’re floating in the space, Belial. Otherwise, we might have crashed into the ground."

He tried to swap the blades again, but the energy wouldn’t move. The very concept of flight or motion had been forbidden in this area of space.

"It’s no longer a simple statement," Sunny noted, his eyes narrowing. "He’s expanded it into a Domain of Lies. Within this territory, the truth is whatever he denies."

Sunny looked at Adam. The older God was also frozen, though he looked more annoyed than scared.

"He’s getting serious," Adam whispered. "He’s trying to stall us so his remaining gods can escape or regroup."

Sunny grinned behind his mask. "Let him stall. The more he talks, the more I learn about how to break his tongue."