Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 476: SOVEREIGNS’ BATTLE XIX

Dracula frowned deeply, his ancient features etching lines of disdain as he witnessed Poseidon invoking that catastrophic ability, the air around them humming with the raw power of impending doom.

"Have you guys really gone so low that you no longer mind if your universe perishes?" Dracula asked disappointedly, his voice carrying a weary echo through the fractured void.

Armageddon represented the pinnacle of divine power, the ultimate ability reserved exclusively for sovereigns of the god race, a mark of their unparalleled authority and might.

Yet the ultimate abilities of the gods ranked among the most forbidden powers within the vast expanse of the universe.

All because of the unparalleled level of destruction they invariably unleashed, scarring realities and unraveling the delicate fabric of existence itself.

But seeing Poseidon wield it without hesitation made it crystal clear: the sovereigns no longer harbored any concern for the universe’s fragile balance.

They were utterly and completely bent on destroying Dracula, their vendetta overriding every shred of cosmic responsibility, their eyes blazing with single-minded fury.

The moment Poseidon activated the ability, the surrounding space began to warp and shift in eerie slow motion.

It condensed gradually, as if the very essence of the void was being squeezed into a viscous, liquid form, shimmering unnaturally under the strain.

The void itself, along with the air trapped within its endless depths, started to condense in tandem, thickening into a heavy, oppressive slurry that weighed down on everything it touched.

Every single element around Poseidon underwent a profound transformation, melting and merging into swirling pools of liquid that defied natural laws.

Space itself condensed into rippling waves; light bent and pooled like molten gold; darkness coalesced into inky, fluid shadows that clung to the air.

No form of matter was spared from this inexorable change, the process spreading outward like a plague of fluidity, altering the battlefield into a surreal, watery nightmare.

The only exception, untouched by Poseidon’s relentless ability, was antimatter, its volatile nature repelling the condensation, flickering defiantly amid the chaos.

These newly formed liquids converged around Poseidon, gathering in immense volumes to create a colossal universal ocean that churned with the captured energies of creation itself, its surface roiling like a storm-tossed sea from ancient myths.

All of Poseidon’s allies had long since retreated to safer distances, their forms blurring as they fled to avoid being ensnared in the devastating radius of the attack, leaving trails of disturbed air in their wake.

Poseidon stood resolute before the towering universal wave, his silhouette stark against the backdrop of swirling azure depths.

His actions inflicted permanent, irreparable damage to the universe, tearing holes in the continuum that might never heal, but none of that registered as a concern in his steely gaze.

"Meet your end," Poseidon stated coldly, his voice booming like crashing waves against jagged cliffs as he unleashed the attack toward the beleaguered group, the ocean surging forward with cataclysmic intent.

The trio, Flameborn, Odin, and Dracula, watched in tense silence as the monstrous wave hurtled toward them, its roar drowning out the distant echoes of battle, foam-flecked crests glinting with captured starlight.

"Alright, gramps, can you do something about this?" Flameborn asked, his draconic voice laced with a mix of urgency and irreverent humor, his golden eyes narrowing at the approaching deluge.

"I could, but not now. I have used up too much mana to be able to," Dracula explained, his tone measured yet strained, his body still bearing the scars of earlier exertions, mana reserves flickering like dying embers within him.

"And you?" Flameborn pressed, shifting his massive head toward Odin, scales catching the erratic light from the condensing space.

"I recently just transitioned to a hybrid god-vampire. I haven’t gotten used to my new state yet to attempt blocking that," Odin replied, his single eye gleaming with a hint of frustration beneath his furrowed brow, the weight of his recent transformation evident in the subtle tremors of his aura.

"Great. That leaves me as the only one that can do something about this," Flameborn muttered, feigning excitement with a sardonic rumble that echoed through his chest, though his posture betrayed the grim resolve settling over him.

Taking a deep, resonant breath that drew in the acrid scents of ozone and blood from the air, Flameborn positioned himself at the forefront, his enormous wings unfurling slightly to brace against the oncoming force.

"Shield," he intoned in the ancient dragon’s tongue, the word rolling out like thunder, summoning a shimmering barrier of ethereal scales that materialized before them, crackling with latent energy.

But deep down, he harbored doubts about whether that rudimentary defense could withstand the sheer magnitude of the assault, the barrier already flickering under the wave’s distant pressure.

To bolster his defense further, he parted his massive maw wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth wreathed in smoldering heat.

Flameborn unleashed a torrent of dragon’s flames through his breath, the inferno erupting in a blazing cascade of crimson and gold that illuminated the darkening void like a newborn sun.

The flames collided head-on with the advancing tsunami, hissing and steaming upon impact, only to be swallowed and drowned instantly by the overwhelming liquid mass, vanishing without a trace into its depths.

"Great. Guess I have to lose an arm if I am to deal with his attack," Flameborn muttered under his breath, steeling his mind for the costly sacrifice ahead, his claws digging into the unstable ground as he prepared to pay the price in flesh and fire.

The tsunami rushed forward with unstoppable fury, its immense height towering like a monolithic wall of churning chaos, casting deep shadows over the landscape as it threatened to engulf the trio in its relentless, all-consuming embrace.

"Space-time lock."

The command resonated through the turbulent air, and immediately, the tsunami froze in place, suspended eternally within the unyielding grip of space and time, its massive waves halted mid-roar, foam frozen in crystalline stillness.

"You...," Poseidon called out accusingly, his voice booming with a mix of outrage and confusion as he turned toward the source of the mysterious voice, the one clearly responsible for immobilizing his catastrophic tsunami.