Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 393, Section 392: A Deadly Struggle is Meaningless

While everyone was gazing up at the miracle, Ian was busy "searching for teeth"—no, searching for the shattered fragments of Ra's Eye.

“That’s the crystallization of the Sun God’s very essence!” Ian muttered as he searched. “Even if it’s broken, it’s priceless! Maybe it can be used to refine legendary potions or create top-tier magical items.”

As a Prince, his sensitivity to these rare magical materials was practically innate. Moreover, he remembered that the reason he originally came to this era was to find the fragments of the Eye of Ra, as instructed by the ancient Titan Lyle, so that he could bring them back to Claire for other purposes.

"Aha! Found one!" Ian excitedly picked up a fingernail-sized golden fragment from a pile of rubble. The fragment was slightly warm in his hand, radiating pure solar energy.

He carefully placed the fragment into a specially made lead box—a material best at preventing the loss of magical energy. Then he continued searching for the next piece.

Ian Prince paid no heed to the divine spectacle unfolding in the sky; his entire focus was on the shimmering fragments on the ground. After the Eye of Ra exploded, countless fragments imbued with the sun god's primordial power scattered like golden stars across the ravaged land.

"There's one here, and another one over there!"

Ian muttered to himself, his eyes scanning every corner with the sharpness of a hawk. He carefully avoided the still-writhing remains of the evil god, focusing intently on collecting the priceless fragments.

It wasn't just because of Claire's request; as a Prince, his instinctive craving for rare magical materials almost overwhelmed everything else. These fragments were not merely crystallizations of the sun god's power, but also alchemical materials that appeared only once in a millennium—perhaps capable of concocting potions that transcended their time, or creating legendary magical artifacts.

"what!"

Ian gasped softly, discovering a large fragment embedded in the broken stone pillar. He carefully pried it out with his wand; the fragment radiated a warm energy in his hand, as if it were still alive. Just as he was about to put the fragment into the specially made lead box, a venomous roar suddenly echoed from the sky.

"pull!!!"

The shattered Set-Appepp had not completely perished. The remaining dark energy coalesced again into a twisted shadow, far less powerful than before, but containing a purer and more intense malice.

"You ruined everything for me!"

The remains of the evil god emitted a piercing shriek, "What I can't have, no one else can have!"

Suddenly, the shadow unleashed its final power, transforming into countless black spikes that shot towards Ra, the sun god, who was absorbing divine power. These attacks were completely chaotic, a frantic counterattack born of desperation.

La didn't even blink. The black spikes vanished on their own a few feet away from him, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.

"Poor fellow, truly a product of tragedy." Ra's voice held a hint of pity. "Even now, don't you understand that your defeat was inevitable?"

But the evil god had completely lost his mind; he frantically gathered his last strength and launched wave after wave of meaningless attacks. Dark energy manifested in various terrifying forms.

Ferocious monsters, corrosive rainstorms, and twisted spatial rifts—all of these are child's play before the true sun god.

As Ian collected the fragments, he observed the unequal battle.

He noticed that although the evil god's attacks were fierce, they were rapidly depleting its last remaining source of power. Like an oil lamp burning out its last bit of oil, the light, though bright, was destined to be extinguished soon.

"Why?!"

Seth-Appepp roared, his voice filled with resentment and bitterness, "I calculated everything perfectly! I devoured so many souls, absorbed so much knowledge, why did I still lose?!"

Ra finally looked directly at the distorted shadow: "Because you never understood that true power lies not in how much you devour, but in how much you understand. You have plundered countless wisdoms, yet you have never truly understood them."

With that, Ra waved his hand lightly, and a golden light pierced through the shadows like a sharp sword. The evil god let out a shrill scream, and the dark energy began to dissipate rapidly.

A torrent of golden divine power, like an inexhaustible galaxy, continuously surged into the sun god suspended in the air. The small figure grew ever more solid and majestic in the pure divine radiance, its two burning sun eyes overlooking the earth. Wherever it passed, the purplish-red flesh and blood left by the evil god hissed like snowflakes under the blazing sun.

The evil god rapidly carbonized and disintegrated, turning into black ash that drifted away in the wind. The dark red of the sky completely faded, and a pure azure, like a newly washed canvas, gently covered the entire firmament.

The long-awaited, warm sunlight, no longer the twisted crimson of the evil god, but the true, vibrant gold of life, generously poured down, dispelling a thousand years of gloom and deathly silence. In the city ruins, tender shoots broke through the soil, clear springs flowed, the wounded healed, believers wept bitterly, and the fountain of life was flowing anew.

However, at this tranquil beginning of the revival of all things and the restoration of order, the severely damaged and remaining consciousness of the evil god did not dissipate like dust. His remaining enormous body was no longer shapeless, like a foul-smelling living tomb made of constantly disintegrating purplish-black flesh and twisted bones, lying prostrate on the ruins of the temple.

His crimson eyes, formed from the wails of billions of souls and filled with "divine" wisdom, though shattered and dimmed, still burned with the last vestige of undying, venomous madness!

"Ra...you...you long-dead remnant..." The voice of the evil god was no longer majestic and arrogant, but had become a hoarse, broken, and endlessly hateful wail, composed of countless superimposed souls, each syllable like a curse from the deepest part of hell.

"You think... shattering my hope and stealing back my power... is the end?! I am 'perfection'! I am 'eternity'! My existence... is the gift of this world!"

With that venomous howl, the purplish-black flesh and blood on the remnant body of the evil god suddenly erupted into a final, desperate counterattack!

This was not an organized attack, but a desperate, frenzied outpouring driven purely by resentment and a destructive will!

On the surface of His mangled body, countless grotesque faces, solidified from pain, suddenly opened! They emitted silent shrieks, transforming into twisted, translucent vengeful spirits, like swarms of black locusts, recklessly attacking the sun god's avatar in the air! From the base of His remaining tentacles, dozens of blood spears, composed of concentrated pus and broken bones and covered in barbs, shot out, piercing the air with a mournful whistling sound!

This is a dying struggle.

It was very turbulent.

The evil god's shattered, purplish-red giant eye forcibly focused its last strength, shooting out two twisted, space-cutting purplish-black rays in an attempt to create a chaotic force field around the sun god!
His remaining consciousness, like billions of poisonous insects, whispered wildly in the minds of all living beings, instilling thoughts of despair, betrayal, and self-destruction, attempting to dismantle the new order from a spiritual level!
It was a terrifying attack.

This final, chaotic attack, like the last kick of a drowning person, was powerful yet utterly disorganized, filled with apocalyptic madness and despair.

Its only goal is the sun god who is absorbing divine power and reshaping his divine body.

He wanted to drag this "thief" down with him, even if it only caused a slight delay in His resurrection process and cast a shadow over the returning sunlight once more!
"No! I can't just disappear like this!" Seth Appepp cried out in his death throes. "If I'm destined to perish, then let the whole world be buried with me!"

He roared loudly.

The remaining dark energy suddenly contracted inward, forming a highly compressed energy sphere. The sphere contained terrifyingly destructive energy. Clearly, the evil god intended to make a final self-destruction.

Ian was alarmed: "Watch out! He's about to make a last-ditch effort!"

However, faced with this frenzied downpour, the sun god's avatar, suspended in the air, did not even change its posture. The two eternally burning golden sun eyes calmly "watched" down below.

As the swarm of black locusts made of vengeful spirits rushed towards him, a thin, water-like golden halo spread from his body. The vengeful spirits, like moths to a flame, let out extremely mournful howls the moment they touched the halo, and were instantly purified and dissipated, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

La remained calm: "A futile struggle."

Just as the energy sphere was about to explode, He stretched out a finger and gently tapped it. When the dozens of spears of flesh and blood shot towards Him, He merely raised His hand slightly. A slender yet incredibly resilient golden ray, purely composed of condensed solar divine power, shot out like the most precise scalpel, slicing each spear of blood in mid-air and vaporizing it, without even a drop of pus or blood splattering out.

When those dozens of spears of flesh and blood shot towards him, He merely raised his hand slightly. A slender yet incredibly resilient golden ray, composed purely of condensed solar divine power, shot out like the most precise scalpel, slicing each spear of blood in mid-air and vaporizing it, without even a drop of pus or blood splattering out.

When the two purplish-black rays of light that cut through space struck, the golden divine power field around the Sun God only fluctuated slightly before easily smoothing out the distorted power field as if it were a crumpled piece of paper.

The light itself is assimilated and disappears into nothingness.

As for the curse whispers that tried to erode the soul... they evaporated instantly like mist under the sun before the purest and most radiant power of the sun god.

Karina and her followers basked in the sunlight, feeling an unprecedented clarity and peace in their hearts; the venomous whispers could not even reach their eardrums.

Each attack from the evil god was like a stone thrown into the sea, failing to even cause the hem of the sun god's avatar to tremble. His frenzied outbursts not only failed to cause any harm, but also accelerated the disintegration of his own remaining body. Each burst of energy caused his purplish-black flesh to peel away even faster.

To make His form more decayed and more terrifying.

"No...impossible..." For the first time, fear crept into the evil god's shriek. He finally realized that the small figure before him was no longer the "residue" he had devoured and imprisoned. Having reclaimed his primordial power, he had returned to his divine position, an absolute being beyond his comprehension and reach. His "perfection," before the true might of the sun god, was nothing but a laughable imitation and blasphemy.

"No-no way!"

The evil god was horrified to discover that not only could he not self-destruct, but even his last remaining power was being forcibly drained away. A wise light gleamed in Ra's golden eyes.

The sun god finally moved.

Slowly, like the most venerable emperor surveying his domain, He focused His two burning golden suns entirely on the crumbling, living tomb below—the final remains of the evil god. No words were spoken, no unnecessary movements were made. He simply raised His hand.

A gigantic golden hand, composed of pure, condensed solar divine power and radiating supreme majesty, appeared out of thin air above the remains of the evil god. This gigantic hand was not a physical entity, yet it contained the power of divine punishment sufficient to judge all things. The gigantic hand slowly descended, its movement unhurried, yet carrying an irresistible force that sealed its fate.

And the moment the golden giant hand's fingertips touched the remnants of the evil god.

"what--!!!"

The evil god let out a final, resounding howl that echoed throughout the entire universe, a final scream filled with endless pain, despair, and resentment! In this scream, His consciousness, composed of the wails of billions of souls, began to be completely purified and decomposed, like ice and snow thrown into a furnace! His remaining purplish-black flesh and twisted bones, under the pure power of the sun god, burned fiercely like ignited oil, with a muffled "boom"!

The flames were a pure gold, without a trace of black smoke, only the light of complete purification!
"Everything you stole should be returned to its rightful owner."

The energy ball that only costs money and rotates in the opposite direction begins to shrink rapidly.

The dark energy within was purified into the most primordial power of the sun god, then flowed into Ra's body like rivers flowing into the sea. The evil god's screams grew weaker and weaker.

Eventually, it disappeared completely.

When the last trace of dark energy was purified and absorbed, the once fearsome evil god Set-Apep vanished from this world completely.

The burning lasted only a few seconds.

When the golden flames died down, the spot where the evil god's remains had been was empty.

There was no ashes, no remains, not a trace of evil energy. His existence was completely and utterly erased from every level of matter, energy, soul, and concept.

It was as if He had never been born, never existed. Only a trace of purified freshness remained in the air, proving that an ultimate battle concerning the survival of the world had once taken place here.

Yes, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no desperate counterattack; it was as if it had never existed. The world returned to complete tranquility.

The sky was a pure azure, the sunlight a warm golden hue, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of newly sprouted grass and trees. The ruins of the temple remained, but the evil aura that had shrouded them had vanished.

In the distance, Karina and her followers basked in the sunlight, their tears still wet on their faces, yet their expressions radiated a hopeful smile, a smile born of relief after the ordeal. In the city, the sounds of life returning to life gradually rose.

"The Supreme God is still much stronger than me."

Ian stared in disbelief at the scene, utterly shocked. This was the true power of a god—not brute destruction, but absolute control over the rules.

La slowly descended in front of Ian, her golden eyes filled with a smile: "Now, you can collect the fragments in peace."

Ian then realized that the Sun God had seen everything he had just done, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Please excuse me, it's just a professional habit."

La shook his head dismissively.

“I understand the Prince family’s bloodline instincts.” He gently raised his hand, and the scattered fragments flew automatically toward Ian’s lead box.

Consider these a thank you gift for your help.

(End of this chapter)