Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 461: SOVEREIGNS’ BATTLE VI

"What the hell are you thanking me for?" Aaron asked in genuine confusion, his voice carrying a faint note of bemused irritation that cut through the chaos like a blade.

Without waiting for an answer, he stabbed his hand straight into the elf queen’s chest once more, fingers punching through already-weakened divine armor and radiant flesh with a wet, sickening slide.

The sensation was intimate and grotesque: warm blood welled around his knuckles, her heart fluttering desperately against his palm like a trapped bird.

From his hand, he released a fresh surge of his own dark, transformative blood, forcing it deep into her system.

The liquid felt alive, hungry, spreading through her veins like liquid night.

And cruelly, without even so much as a flicker of hesitation or consideration, Aaron closed his fingers around her heart and crushed it.

The organ burst in a soft, wet pop, golden blood spraying across his forearm in a hot, glittering arc.

The elf queen’s eyes widened in a final, silent shock, body convulsing once before going limp in his grip.

Like all the others, he opened a quick rift to the sanctuary and sent her body through, her lifeless form vanishing in a ripple of distorted space, leaving only a faint trail of golden mist that dissipated on the wind.

Reacting immediately after closing the rift, Aaron created a dense cluster of space shards, hundreds of razor-sharp fragments of folded reality that materialized in front of him like a glittering wall of fractured glass.

Just in time.

Vorth’s fist slammed into the barrier with apocalyptic force.

The space shards scattered like glass to a hammer, exploding outward in a dazzling spray of shimmering fragments that cut the air with high-pitched whistles.

The impact sent violent tremors racing across the battlefield, cracking the already-ruined ground even further.

The Primordial Dragon’s fist was coated in searing white flames, pure annihilation given form, so hot that the air around it warped into mirages and the scent of superheated plasma filled the air.

The residual heat washed over Aaron in a scorching wave, singeing the edges of his cloak and making his skin prickle.

Aaron, having gained a precious fraction of a second from the shattered space shield, reacted with cold efficiency.

He created a thick wall of blood and shadow, dark crimson tendrils weaving together with inky blackness into a living, pulsing barrier that rose before him like a tide of midnight ink.

The construct nullified the rest of Vorth’s attack instantly, absorbing the white flames into its depths with a hungry hiss, leaving only faint wisps of steam that curled upward and vanished.

"Where is Odin?" Vorth asked coldly, his massive voice rumbling with genuine worry for his old friend.

The concern was raw, almost paternal, etched deep into the ancient lines of his scaled face, his red slit-pupils narrowing with barely-contained dread.

"Relax. He is fine," Aaron replied, a faint, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Although I don’t think you guys will be friends from now on. Except of course, I do the needful."

He clutched his fists together tightly.

The black sphere and white sphere merged seamlessly in a flash of dark light, fusing into a single, massive gauntlet that hummed with destructive power, runes glowing along the knuckles like veins of fresh blood.

"See ya!" Aaron muttered, throwing the punch toward the face of Vorth with casual, almost playful force.

Vorth, of course, easily predicted the movement.

His ancient instincts and draconic foresight allowed him to evade the blow with effortless grace, body shifting sideways in a blur of obsidian scales.

Boom!

In a surprising turn of events, Aaron’s blow connected cleanly with Vorth’s abdomen instead.

The impact was cataclysmic.

The gauntlet slammed home with bone-shattering force, sending the colossal Primordial Dragon rocketing backward like a meteor, his massive body carving a deep trench through the shattered earth, wings flailing uselessly as he tumbled end over end, scales cracking and blood spraying in a dark arc.

As for Odin’s whereabouts, he had suffered the exact same fate as the elf queen.

The moment the All-Father was lured into the sanctuary, his fate was instantly concluded by Aaron.

Odin appeared within the sanctuary, his single eye widening as it drank in the magnificent, impossible sight before him.

Vast, alien landscapes stretched endlessly in every direction, towering spires of black crystal that hummed with latent power, skies swirling with colors no mortal eye had ever seen, yet carrying faint, haunting traces of familiarity that tugged at the edges of his ancient mind.

The air felt thick, alive, charged with an energy that was both foreign and strangely intimate.

"Where is this?" Odin asked, voice low and wary as his gaze scanned the unfamiliar universe that somehow felt like a distorted reflection of something he had once known.

Aaron arrived soon after, stepping through a shimmering rift with a wide, predatory grin on his face.

"Welcome to my world," Aaron said, the words dripping with dark amusement as he spread his arms slightly, as though presenting a grand gift.

"Where is this?" Odin asked again, voice sharper this time, his grip tightening on Gungnir.

Aaron, though, refrained from replying to Odin.

He simply decided to do as he pleased.

After all, he was working on a massive, tight time schedule, the Sovereign Halo’s gift ticking down with every heartbeat.

"Little matter. I will have to kill you right here and now," Odin informed him, singular eye releasing a brilliant burst of divine light that illuminated the entire sanctuary in harsh, unforgiving radiance.

He gripped Gungnir tightly, muscles coiling with centuries of battle-hardened power.

With a full-body stretch that made the air crackle, he released the spear.

Gungnir flew toward Aaron with blinding, divine speed, trailing streaks of golden light, the air screaming in its wake as reality itself seemed to part before the legendary weapon.

But Aaron was far from worried.

He simply welcomed the futile attempt of Odin, standing perfectly still, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The divine spear of Odin arrived before him in a heartbeat, but was stopped easily by just the tip of Aaron’s finger.

The spear halted mid-flight, vibrating violently in place, its divine momentum completely nullified as though it had struck an invisible wall of absolute authority.

"How?" Odin asked in sheer surprise and dumbfoundness, his voice cracking with the first real note of disbelief.

Aaron once more ignored Odin completely.

Willing it with a casual thought, Odin appeared directly before him, the entire process a violent shock to the god.

One moment he stood at a distance; the next he was inches away, body locked in place by invisible forces.

He tried to resist, muscles straining, divine will surging, but realized it was futile.

There was nothing he could do.

He felt like an ant before Aaron, like he was standing in the presence of an omnipotent being whose very existence rendered all resistance meaningless.

A cold wave of existential dread washed over the All-Father, ancient pride crumbling under the weight of absolute power.

Aaron infused his blood into the defenseless Odin, dark, potent essence flooding the god’s veins in a rush of liquid night.

And with a simple snap of his fingers, he killed Odin.

The god’s body jerked once, eye widening in final shock, before going completely still.

With Odin dead, Aaron exited the sanctuary, appearing once more within the Sovereign universe in a ripple of distorted space.