Chapter 1: The Origin

When he saw those pairs of eyes still turning, filled with humiliation, anger, resentment, and despair, Kahn's expression became even more unpleasant, his lips twitching slightly: No, they are not statues, but living beings, lives imprisoned by this demon

Beneath the crimson skin, countless golden threads slither like serpents, attempting to escape the surging waves of red. In the prominent, thick veins, one can almost see the dark purple blood surging and boiling

Unfortunately, this is the Abyss of Destruction, the home ground of Loka, where higher demons can exert extraordinary combat power. Even if the Twelve-Winged Archangels were to come here, in a head-on confrontation, they would likely not fare well.

Hehe, Eight-Winged Battle Angel, it has been a long time since I last saw you. This time, I actually managed to capture one alive; I am truly fortunate. The blood-red eyes of Locke were filled with a strange expression

This sensation of devouring light is simply marvelous, as the melted golden primal energy transforms into countless golden threads, wildly darting within Locke's body, while Locke's unique red primal energy surrounds and hunts down everywhere.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound erupted from one of the palaces, reverberating like thunder throughout the entire abyss. Following this, a dazzling deep red hue surged forth, resembling a viscous liquid, almost凝聚 in the void, enveloping the entire palace.

No! Absolutely not! A powerful cry emanated from the depths of Locke's soul, and the intangible sound waves reverberated in his mind, deeply imprinting themselves like a brand upon the two luminous cores.

Uncertain how much time had passed, Locke's body moved slightly. In the silent hall, a series of crisp cracking sounds of bones suddenly echoed, while two enormous footprints were silently imprinted on the solid black stone floor.

I would rather die than be treated as such a statue

At the critical moment of life and death, Lock's eyes were filled with a blood-red hue, and an ancient spell flashed through his mind like a spark: Source Deprivation

This is a peculiar dimensional space, eerie, indifferent, and silent, filled with boundless darkness, along with enormous palaces of various forms, suspended within like monstrous beasts.

Shattered, the light transformed into countless specks of starlight like particles of dust

In an instant, merely a moment, two luminous cores simultaneously surged into Locke's mind, glaring in his round eyes; one was a golden pupil, while the other was a fiery red pupil, appearing particularly eerie

Standing motionless in the center of the hall, after quietly experiencing countless collisions of power, Locke suddenly opened his eyes and murmured. As a long-lived high-ranking demon, he knew some ancient legends passed down through generations, but whether they were true or not could not be verified

You... you are provoking the honor of the two deities, disrespecting their will, and this will ignite the seeds of vengeance in our heavenly realm!" Kahn said, staring intently at Locke.

The thick red liquid finally completely dissolved Kahn and the golden radiance, then Locke took a deep breath, spread his arms wide, and all the pores of his body fully expanded, like a giant tree waiting for nourishment, absorbing the red liquid completely, leaving not a single drop behind

It is not that this method is unfeasible, but rather that as a formidable higher demon, his destructive primal power is vastly superior to that of the fused beings, effectively allowing for direct consumption without any opportunity for fusion

The effect of this magic can instantly strip the target of its fundamental power, while also having a side effect: explosion of the body

All around the hall, dozens of vividly colored blood-red statues are displayed, featuring armored humans, towering dragons, strikingly beautiful elves, as well as ugly yet strong orcs, and... six-winged angels

The surging power coursing through his body compelled Locke to unleash a thunderous roar

The golden beam of light was as if it had been thrust into a thick mire, ensnared tightly by the red liquid, unable to advance or retreat. Meanwhile, Kahn was enveloped in a deep crimson hue, the pervasive red seemingly saturating his wings and body, rendering the immobile, blood-red angel particularly eerie.

Must one be destroyed in such a manner?

The imposing golden-red energy sphere was suddenly frozen at the chest, and then, like peeling layers of an onion, countless frenzied golden-red threads emerged from within.

There was no time for Locke to contemplate, nor was there a third option for him to choose.

In the vast hall, a prolonged silence also enveloped the space. At this moment, Locke was completely immersed in his understanding of divine power, unaware that his body was undergoing constant changes due to the countless collisions of light and dark primordial forces.

Upon reaching this point, Kahn's eyes revealed a hint of determination as he vigorously spread his wings. A series of pure white lights, resembling ripples, emanated from his body, pushing away the red halo that bound him. Following this, he leaped from the ground, lunging towards Loka, while simultaneously, a brilliant golden beam shot forth from his forehead.

The originally cumbersome situation was transformed by Kahn's spirit of defiance in the face of death. By forsaking reincarnation and harnessing the power gained from the burning of his soul, he reached the level of the Twelve-Winged Celestial at the final moment, achieving the essence of power.

Damn it, why, how could this happen, I actually cannot control this power, why!" Locke's eyes widened, his face filled with pain, as he incredulously felt the immense change within him, wanting to move but unable to do so

However, this time, the blessing has come true

Unfortunately, this marvelous feeling is like a phantom, intangible, elusive, beyond words, and fleeting...

Beside the dimension gate shimmering with an eerie purple light, there curled a birdman, enveloped by a slowly flowing crimson halo, his body covered in wounds, with several pairs of tattered wings sprouting from his back, from which flowed a shocking golden blood.

Resurrection is one of the special abilities of angels with six wings or more; however, upon resurrection, they will invariably be demoted to two-winged angels

A muffled sound echoed as the powerful high-ranking demon, Locke, finally exploded due to the backlash of an ancient magical incantation

Roar

Meanwhile, Locke's entire body emitted a series of dull sounds as his bones and flesh burst apart, filling the hall with a mist of blood.

However, the person responsible for these grievances, Locke, at this moment wore a fierce expression, flapping his twelve enormous black flesh wings, unleashing a thunderous laughter that reverberated throughout the palace, causing the entire hall to tremble in response

If the destruction is merely due to an inability to control power, Locke is not afraid at all, because his physical recovery ability ranks at least in the top ten among high-ranking demons. Ordinary wounds can be repaired to normal as long as he expends a bit of his original power

Hehe, I need to let my body adapt properly; I need to find someone to practice on. A sinister smile appeared on Locke's face as he cast his gaze toward the door of the hall.

The scene in the grand hall suddenly froze, and Locke's expression became as rigid as a statue, while the changes continued within him.

Hehe, since that's the case, then it's even better. A hint of unusual surprise flashed in Locke's eyes; the original source of angelic light had always been something he yearned for but could never obtain. As a demon of high status who possesses ideals, ambitions, beliefs, and personality, Locke has never lacked creativity. Merging the original powers of other strong beings to create entirely new forces has been his repeated endeavor, yet he has never achieved a breakthrough.

Such warm greetings, and there are many ... many ...

Rest assured, I will not kill you; you will become one of my collectibles. Hehe, a specimen of an eight-winged archangel will surely make those fellows envious. As Locke spoke, he raised both hands.

"Agreement, you speak of an agreement, but to me, it is equivalent to a piece of waste paper. The cost, tsk tsk, I never expected that a formidable battle angel would also resort to intimidation," Locke said, squinting his eyes as he assessed the other party.

Bang

In the depths of the Endless Destruction Plane, within a palace that had been silent for an unknown duration, a flicker of purple light suddenly illuminated the space, and a faint, prolonged sound of breathing seemed to emanate from within.

The golden-red energy sphere swept away all obstacles that could hinder its advance with an unstoppable force, annihilating everything in its path. This power was unmistakably the kind of destruction that Locke excelled at, yet it evoked an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity within him

Ah!

At this moment, the two distinct primal forces within the body have completely merged, and a new energy, shimmering with an enchanting golden-red hue, fills Locke's body, embedded within his veins and bones

The final roar from Locke within the palace, filled with boundless anger, resentment, and hatred, reverberated in the abyss, provoking numerous high-ranking demons to send their "best wishes" to Locke.

"Great God of Destruction, let that muscle-bound fool die soon!" Lucius swung the warhammer in his hand, pointing into the void towards the distant palace

As for Kahn, his face was filled with an indescribable expression of pain, and his large body began to twist and contort. The wings, stained a deep red, continuously fell away and melted, while the skin and muscles of his entire body shrank and decomposed, as if he were a wax figure thrown into a furnace

In the depths of the unknown, there seems to be an invisible force pulling, causing the two strands shimmering with an eerie light to separate, each spinning rapidly in opposite directions.

"Hmph, even if you kill me, the glory of the Lord will shine upon my soul, allowing me to be reborn in the heavenly realm!" In the eyes of Kahn, the eight-winged angel, there was not a trace of fear.

The two opposing forces of nature, with each encounter and collision, would erupt into small, strange purple sparks of primal energy. That peculiar sensation of pain intertwined with pleasure made Locke's soul tremble with excitement.

That annoying Loka is up to something again, disturbing my deep slumber. Lazily waving his enormous tentacles, the high-ranking demon Robert squinted his eyes and slowly crawled out of his palace, gazing at the palace shrouded in red light

Strength, what kind of primal force is this? It is neither purely light nor purely destruction, what exactly is it?

In an instant, all the lights in the palace were illuminated. Under the dazzling red glow and the reflection of the *illustrated* book, Kahn beheld a scene that left him astonished

Locke let out a deep sigh, looked at his own body, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes

Oh, you actually know how to use the Origin Destruction!" A hint of surprise appeared on Locke's face, but it quickly transformed into delight

However, today, Locke discovered that he was unable to recover from the various injuries within his body. No, it was not that he could not recover, but rather that the speed of recovery could not keep up with the speed of destruction

The originally fused golden-red energy mass suddenly began to stir wildly, rampaging within Locke's body as if in a frenzy, tearing open veins and stretching blood vessels. Even Locke's bones, as hard as celestial star iron, were crushed.

In the dim blood mist, a red light sphere enveloped two dim light cores, plunging into the soon-to-disappear dimensional gate

Lock kicked Kahn disdainfully and mocked, "Haha, have you been an angel for too long, becoming a bit brainless? Do you think that a high-ranking demon killing a mere battle angel would trigger a miracle of the supreme deity's descent? Or do you believe that such a trivial matter would lead to a chaotic war between two major planes?"

Indeed, perhaps this is a good suggestion. The Abyss of Destruction has been silent for too long and needs a little bit of stimulation..." Loka said with a playful look at Kahn

An invisible shockwave radiated from Locke as its center, sweeping away everything within the hall. The statues of powerful beings turned to dust in an instant, scattering in all directions

However, what Locke chose was not destruction, but rather consumption

A long time ... ... a long time ... ...

Indeed, this is the deepest level of the Abyss of Destruction, where the upper demons, possessing long lives and formidable powers only slightly inferior to those of the deities, reside in those palaces

Let's die together, bastard! Kahn's eyes surged with a golden hue like rippling water. This primordial destruction was obtained at the cost of burning his soul, and the consequence is that he will be unable to resurrect in the celestial realm, becoming truly annihilated in both body and spirit

You... you are simply insane. The thoughts of a demon are completely beyond what Kahn can comprehend

Now there is actually a fighting angel capable of unleashing a source power equivalent to that of a Twelve-Winged Archangel, which has made Locke extremely ecstatic. The fusion of dark source and light source, the collision of destruction and existence, what kind of source power will be born from this? It is truly something to look forward to

As the high-ranking demon Locke, he swiftly cast the spell of source deprivation before the light orb surged into his mind

However, before Locke could fully emerge from his joy, an unexpected event occurred with the alien and the book

As it coalesces, the scattered starlight transforms into two luminous cores, each the size of a pearl

"Hehe, let me see what kind of primal power will emerge from devouring the light!" Locke said as he exerted all his strength to continuously condense and concentrate the red sphere, while the golden radiance before him was being eroded and gradually diminished, merging into the red liquid.

"That damned guy Loka, why can't he just sit still? Can't he focus on comprehending that damned realm of the gods?" Similarly, another palace master in the void, the high-ranking demon Kenza, swung his scythe-like arm and let out a sharp roar

Among them, there is a legend concerning the Creator God, which is not the commonly known narrative of light and destruction, but rather ... ...

Power, such power is truly marvelous. I never expected that the source power that devours light would have such an effect!" Locke murmured to himself, this fusion of the source can indeed be considered a fortunate accident.

Puff! Clap!

"Those who tarnish the glory of the divine shall surely face divine retribution! As a high-ranking demon, you dare to interfere in the battle between lowly demons and angels, which violates the agreement made between the celestial realm and the plane of destruction. You will pay the price for this." The battle angel Kahn, bound by a blood-red halo, struggled to lift his head and said angrily

In an instant, waves of dark golden radiance emanated from Locke's entire body, his limbs and internal organs were all destroyed, and he was on the brink of annihilation, just one step away, the once elated Locke was about to be obliterated

Light and darkness, two fundamentally opposing primal forces, are momentarily harmonizing within Locke at this moment

Locke seemed to grasp a subtle feeling, experiencing an unprecedented realm, as if a great door had suddenly opened before him, revealing a vast and wondrous dimensional space.

In the world of the abyss, what is most abundant is the cold darkness; countless floating halls absorb the brilliance, like ferocious beasts in deep slumber, concealing messages of danger

The spacious hall was enveloped in a deathly silence, while the enormous amethyst chandelier on the ceiling shimmered with rippling purplish-red light under the glow of the red orb, faintly revealing a visage of Kahn that was almost unrecognizable.

Lock shook his head and said, "However, if it were the Twelve-Winged Archangel who was killed, your god might become enraged, and you, are still not qualified enough."

Crimson Binding! Lock spread his arms wide, letting out a low roar as waves of liquid-like red light surged and contracted, coalescing into a massive liquid sphere that enveloped both himself and Kahn