Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 301

The ruins trembled as the storm intensified, lightning illuminating the sacred altar with an almost blinding brilliance.

A sudden surge of power radiated from the crystalline structure, its pulse shifting into a steady, commanding rhythm. The mist swirled and parted, and the air grew impossibly still, thick with the weight of a presence that transcended mortal understanding. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

From above, a voice descended—not merely a voice, but an all-encompassing resonance that carried with it the authority of countless eons. It was regal, imperious, and absolute. The voice of the High Eternal Ancient Sovereign, the one who sat above the gods themselves, echoed through the ruins.

{Heavenly Hosts, hearken unto my decree. The Cosmic Cursed Family Bloodline hath defied the will of eternity beyond measure. Their existence doth mar the balance of creation itself. Go forth now, ye who art the vessels of mine will, the extensions of mine eternal essence, and mete out judgment unto them. Smite them without mercy, that their line be eradicated, and their memory cast into the void. Thus I command thee.}

The words did not merely carry; they carved themselves into the fabric of existence, resonating in the hearts of those gathered as though the Sovereign stood before them in her ineffable splendor.

The archer on the throne rose, his glowing eyes blazing brighter, bow in hand. He knelt, bowing his head low, his voice steady and reverent.

“By your will, Eternal Sovereign. Your enemies shall find no refuge.”

The angelic warrior of grace unfurled her resplendent wings, the light from them illuminating the altar. Her golden eyes shone with divine fervor as she crossed her spear over her chest in solemn vow.

“Your word is my purpose. Their judgment shall be swift.”

The frosted sentinel stepped forward, her piercing blue eyes gleaming like shards of ice. She placed the base of her glimmering staff on the ground, her voice cold and unwavering.

“The cursed shall freeze and shatter beneath your decree.”

The flamebringer raised her massive war hammer, its fiery halo blazing brighter than the lightning above. Her expression was one of fierce determination as she knelt.

“Their ashes will be scattered to the winds, Sovereign. None shall remain.”

The beast rider urged her electric-scaled mount forward, the creature releasing a rumbling growl of anticipation. She bowed her head, her emerald eyes glinting with resolve.

“Your will is my path. They will fall to our charge.”

Finally, the radiant guardian strode to the center of the ruins, standing before the altar itself. Blade and shield in hand, their towering form exuded raw power. Bowing their head, their glowing slit of light dimmed for a moment in reverence.

“Your command is absolute, Sovereign. They will be erased from existence.”

As one, the Heavenly Hosts knelt, their forms radiating unwavering loyalty and reverence. The storm above roared, lightning arcing between the ruins as the altar’s glow intensified. The power of the High Eternal Ancient Sovereign surged through them, sharpening their purpose and amplifying their already immense strength.

They rose as one, their divine forms glowing brighter, and the storm seemed to part in their wake as they began their march.

The cursed bloodline’s fate was sealed, for no force in existence could stand against the decree of the Sovereign and her chosen instruments of annihilation.

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The fortress loomed over the gorge like a jagged scar in the earth’s surface, carved into the unforgiving rock as though the mountain itself had yielded to something far older and darker.

Thick, impenetrable mist clung to the cliffs, obscuring the deep chasm below, where the faint roar of unseen waters echoed like a ghost’s wail. The stone walls, blackened with age, rose impossibly high, as if daring the heavens to challenge their dominion.

This place wasn’t built for the living—it exuded a cold finality, a graveyard for hope. The air was heavy, almost alive, filled with a bone-deep chill that burrowed into your soul. No torches burned along the narrow bridge that snaked toward the fortress, yet an eerie, silver light illuminated the path as if the very stones knew the way.

The gates, massive and carved with unholy runes, groaned open as if pulled by invisible hands. Crossing the threshold, you were swallowed by darkness, but it wasn’t the kind of dark that your eyes adjusted to—it was endless, thick, and oppressive. And yet, as you moved deeper, the oppressive gloom gave way to an otherworldly glow.

Inside, the air grew colder, heavier. The grand hall stretched into the shadows, its walls a blend of dark stone and veins of glowing gold that pulsed faintly, like a dying heartbeat. Statues lined the room, their forms twisted and faceless, as if sculpted from nightmares.

At the heart of the great hall, bathed in a cold, celestial glow, stood the throne. It was impossibly large, hewn from a single block of black crystal streaked with veins of molten gold that seemed to shift and writhe. The seat itself radiated power, an overwhelming aura of inevitability.

Jagged spires rose from the back of the throne, resembling both a crown and a cage, and at its base, white, spectral flames flickered, casting long, shifting shadows across the room.

Seated upon the throne was the Death Deity, their form cloaked in flowing black and silver, a presence both tangible and ephemeral. Their body seemed to shimmer, as if made of smoke and starlight, shifting constantly, making it impossible to discern their true shape—or even their gender.

The features of their face remained hidden beneath a veil of shadow, but their eyes, two orbs of cold, piercing light, seemed to see everything: your past, your secrets, and the moment your life would end.

Their voice, when it came, resonated like a low hum in your chest, not loud but inescapable. “You have come far,” they said, their tone devoid of emotion yet weighted with finality. “But all paths lead here Forgotten Shadow my champion.”

In front of this figure, apart from the energy screen that showed Alera, there were two figures kneeling before the throne.