The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 326: The Great Fall (4)

The Goddess.

The pinnacle of all life and creation.

Humans worshipped her otherworldly essence. The Holy Church prayed to her daily, acting as her faithful servants despite rarely hearing her voice. The Republic in which humans lived was named after her. Her power, unfathomable. Her dominion, absolute. And her divine presence… otherworldly.

That was Hyades.

The Goddess of the World.

And the true wielder of the Mandate of Heaven.

"... Hyades!"

Yue gritted her teeth and yelled out in complete defiance and anger. If there was one entity to blame for every single Calamity, it wasn't the Prophet for invading their dimension with the demon realm behind him. Neither was it the Herald for resurrecting the Titans.

It was the Goddess for letting it all happen.

For reasons unknown to Yue or Amon, the Goddess would rather the planet burn and allow billions of foreign races to invade than give humanity a chance to survive. No, she was actively rooting for the collapse of the planet, despite holding the Mandate of Heaven.

That was why the Will of Heaven split away from her and manifested itself as the Mysterious Grimoire.

But even without the Will of Heaven on her side, Hyades was still the undisputed ruler of their world. It was just that she lived in a separate dimension, outside the material realm, which made her actions on the planet far more restrained. Add to the fact that the Will of Heaven was restricting her, the Goddess wasn't able to exert her influence as she wished.

Until now, that is.

Ellahan's body was no longer under her control. What looked back at them was no longer the Saintess they knew. Something else had taken root within her.

A presence vast… and absolute.

The air itself grew heavy as divine radiance poured from her form, cascading outward in waves that crushed everything in their vicinity.

It was not merely power—it was authority.

The will of Hyades had descended.

Those closest to her bore the brunt of it.

The Sword Saint was the first to break. He coughed up a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground, his body refusing to obey him any longer. Beside him, Manon lost all control. His body trembled violently as his very being resonated against the Goddess's overwhelming divinity, his consciousness on the verge of being torn apart.

Even Leon—the Hero of this era—could not stand against it.

His body was locked in place. His head bowed. No matter how he struggled, he could not lift it.

Further away, the rest fared even worse.

One by one, they dropped to their knees.

Those who lacked even a fragment of divinity were crushed instantly by the pressure, their minds unable to withstand the sheer magnitude of the Goddess's presence. Some lost consciousness on the spot, their bodies collapsing helplessly onto the ruined ground—completely defenceless before whatever judgment might come.

Only two figures remained standing.

Amon and Yue. But even they were not spared.

Though they resisted, though their divinity kept them conscious, the weight pressing down on them was immense. Their bodies trembled under the strain, their instincts screaming at them to submit. They could stand.

They could endure. But they could not move. They could not raise their weapons.

And that alone spoke volumes.

Because in that moment, the Goddess held absolute control.

Floating above her palm, the four divinity cores pulsed wildly, their energies clashing and resonating as if they were alive. Without a hint of hesitation, Hyades tightened her grip. She did not hesitate. She did not consider consequence. She did not care.

With raw, overwhelming force, she cracked the divinities free from their cores. The cores fractured.

Brilliant streams of elemental authority—fire, storm, metal, and earth—erupted outward in violent torrents. The power surged chaotically, threatening to tear apart the already ruined world.

And yet, Hyades controlled it all.

With a single motion, she forced the four raging energies together.

They resisted. They clashed. They screamed against one another as incompatible forces collided.

But against the will of an absolute monarch… There was no defiance.

Slowly… The four divinities were compressed, fused, and merged into a single entity.

And then… Hyades did the unthinkable.

She flicked the condensed energy towards the sky.

The fused sphere of divinity rose.

Slowly at first—then faster—until it ascended like a celestial balloon breaking free from gravity, climbing toward the heavens with unstoppable momentum. Its radiance warped the air around it, distorting space itself as if the world could no longer contain what had been created.

The energy within it… was incomprehensible.

Not even Amon or Yue could fully grasp it.

And then… the impossible happened.

The sky… began to crack.

At first, it was faint. Hairline fractures spread across the sky like spiderwebs. Then, the heavens shattered. Like glass, fragments of reality broke apart and fell away, revealing what lay beyond the dimension's boundary.

A realm of endless, suffocating grey mist.

It seeped through the cracks, pouring into the battlefield like a living tide. The moment it entered, a chilling presence followed—a suffocating aura that carried with it the very concepts of death, decay, and annihilation.

Then came the roar.

Low. Eerie. Primordial.

It reverberated through every soul present, shaking them to their very core. From within the mist, something emerged.

A massive, writhing form pushed through the broken dimension—a grotesque worm-like entity, its elongated body covered in countless unblinking eyes. Black tendrils writhed from its flesh like living shadows, twisting and grasping at the air. It was an abomination. A living nightmare that would shatter the sanity of any ordinary being who dared to witness it.

But Amon… understood.

His gaze sharpened as he felt its presence clearly. It was not a god. Nor some unknown cosmic horror.

It was a Demon. A Demon Noble.

Judging by the density of its demonic mana, it was a high-ranking existence—one that stood near the peak of the Demon hierarchy, perhaps only one level lower than the Demon Duke that Amon fended off.

But that creature… Was only the beginning.

More shapes began to emerge from the mist.

Endless. Horrific. A tide of abominations spilt into the world. A black lamb bearing sixty-six grotesque heads, each bleating in discordant agony. A massive whale-like monstrosity, its body split open with bones and broken limbs dangling grotesquely from its hollow stomach. A grey, ancient bird whose wings blotted out the sky, exhaling flames that melted everything they touched like corrosive acid.

One after another, they came.

An army of nightmares.

A procession of suffering made manifest.

And at the centre of it all… Something else stirred.

A swirling maelstrom of energy formed deep within the grey mist—a presence so vast, so overwhelming, that even calling it "divine" felt inadequate.

It was beyond divinity. Beyond comprehension. The very concepts of the universe seemed to bend and distort around its existence.

Even from across the shattered boundary, Amon could feel it.

A being that did not belong to this dimension.

A being that transcended it.

Then… a shadow emerged.

And in that instant, Amon understood.

This was the existence that Prophet served. The origin of the Demon invasion. The calamity that would one day bring about the end of humanity.

The Demon King.

Even Amon, who had just defeated the Titan King, felt his body tremble uncontrollably. His mind resisted, protected by his divinity—but even so, he could not look directly at that being for long without feeling his sanity begin to fray.

Yet… he forced himself to look. He glared defiantly into the mist. Refusing to bow. Refusing to avert his gaze.

Below, the figure of Hyades—still wearing the body of Ellahan—rose into the air, ascending toward the fractured sky as if to greet the incomprehensible entity beyond.

Fortunately, the laws of the planet still held.

The Demon King could not descend fully into their world. At least… Not yet.

But his presence alone was enough.

Because, through the shattered dimensional barrier, his legions were now free to enter.

Yue coughed up blood, her voice trembling with fury as she shouted toward the ascending Goddess.

"Have you lost your mind?! Have you finally betrayed the planet and joined hands with the Demon King?!"

Her accusation echoed across the broken battlefield.

But Hyades did not respond.

She did not even spare Yue a glance. Instead, she faced the mist and spoke.

They were too far away, and Hyades's words were protected by her own layer of divinity, so no one could eavesdrop on their conversation. But the context could be guessed.

The Goddess had welcomed the Demon King to invade the planet.

Her land… the dimension she was supposed to protect from said invaders.

Yue hadn't even considered it. The possibility that the Goddess would willingly submit herself to the Demon King. It was so much outside the realm of possibility that Yue couldn't even imagine that scenario.

If the Demon King successfully invades the planet, the Goddess will die. That was what the Mysterious Grimoire revealed to her.

So why?

Why was the Goddess so adamant to destroy the planet, humanity, and, more baffling… herself?

Yue couldn't understand it at all.

But it was done.

Demon mana now flowed like an endless deluge, corrupting the lands and burning the entire northern region. Amon and Yue looked at each other and made an instant decision.

They couldn't stay here any longer.

Amon and Yue hurriedly gathered all of their allies together and transported them far away with Yue's teleportation. But before they left, they shared one final glance with the Goddess.

She finally acknowledged them with an emotionless stare. Neither of them could tell what the Goddess was feeling at that moment. No anger, no disappointment, and not even a single sense of triumph. It was as if they were staring at an emotionless creature.

But wrath bubbled from their end.

"Hyades… You will regret this."