Chapter 136: The Book of Light

Uriel, the Angel of Judgment, is one of the seven Seraphim seated before the Lord of Light. Originally a wisp of primordial fire obtained by Baldur while meditating on the Eternal Flame, he was later elevated to one of the Seven Angels after Baldur's ascension, earning Uriel the moniker of the Divine Fire.

The Eternal Flame, also known as the Primordial Fire, is a divine artifact left in the material plane by the Goddess of Death. Much like the World Tree, the Eternal Flame maintains the stability of the laws of life. As an angel transformed from this Primordial Fire, Uriel commands not only the powers of fire and light, but also the power of life.

To the Evil God Shub-Niggurath, this power is both a fiercely coveted delicacy and a fatal poison. Hailed as the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, Shub-Niggurath inherently blasphemes the power of the Goddess of Death. Uriel, embodying the purest forces of life and death, holds a lethal attraction for her.

Yet, this very power serves as a severe counter to Shub-Niggurath. The moment Uriel swung his blade, the corrupted vines were reduced to ashes, leaving Shub-Niggurath no choice but to continuously spawn more vines to protect herself from harm.

The golden radiance in Uriel's hand was tinged with a scorching red. This warmth-radiating light burned away every vine upon the ground, turning the once-pitch-black tendrils parched and withered. The Dark Mother was forced to let out a piercing shriek, calling Tsathoggua back to rescue her.

Tsathoggua, who had been locked in an evenly matched battle with Odin, was forced to take a direct hit from Gungnir, then flashed to Uriel's side to block his assault on the Dark Mother.

"May the gods grant you rest." Uriel's eyes remained utterly devoid of fluctuation. To him, whether the enemy before him was singular or multiple had never mattered. As one of the Seven Seraphim of the God of Light, Uriel was long accustomed to battling dark entities—an advantage Odin lacked.

However, Uriel's next wave of attacks failed to pierce the Evil God before him as he had anticipated. Tsathoggua opened his all-devouring maw, swallowing Uriel's onslaught completely.

Though Uriel had never previously fought Tsathoggua, in the course of warring against countless evils from different dimensions, he had encountered similar foes. Thus, he felt no great surprise when his attack proved ineffective.

"So that is your reliance." Uriel withdrew the golden longsword in his hand, and Odin stepped up beside him at that moment.

Tsathoggua was exceptionally troublesome. During his combat with the entity, Odin had experienced an unprecedented sense of stifling frustration. The infallible Gungnir could neither pierce Tsathoggua's abyss-like maw nor penetrate his coarse hide; the direct hit Tsathoggua had taken earlier had left behind nothing more than a minor wound.

Odin finally understood why the Dark Mother had summoned such an Evil God to fight him. For an Odin who excelled in ranged strikes, Tsathoggua was truly a formidable opponent to handle.

Yet Uriel's might was clearly beyond the Dark Mother's calculations. Under his assault, the Dark Mother had been forced to sound a distress signal, granting Odin a long-awaited breath of relief.

For so many years, Odin had suppressed his own power to avoid ascension, naturally letting his mastery of martial arts wane. Otherwise, he would not have been suppressed so wretchedly by a mere avatar of Tsathoggua.

Regardless, the Dark Mother was indeed a terrifying adversary. Not only could she gestate numerous avatars of evil gods, but she also adapted to exploit her enemies' weaknesses—truly a harrowing deity.

Uriel could distinctly perceive the fluctuating emotions radiating from Odin beside him. This was partly because Odin was the summoner, but also because angels are condensations of pure energy and cosmic law, rendering them exquisitely sensitive to the emotional ripples of others—a trait that better equipped angels to deal with their foes.

Upon discovering that his attack had been swallowed by Tsathoggua, the battle-hardened Uriel quickly formulated a solution. He put away his Blade of Light, and a heavy tome materialized in his hand.

This book was a treasure bestowed upon Uriel by the Lord of Light—the Book of Light. It recorded countless spells of radiance and could even amplify Uriel to unleash divine arts surpassing his own tier. The volume had helped Uriel secure victory in countless battles against creatures of the darkness.

Just as Uriel retrieved the Book of Light, Nyarlathotep, who had been dividing his attention toward this area, faltered slightly while dodging an attack from the Twilight Wings.

Artanis and the others naturally would not let slip such an opportunity. The Twilight Wings maxed out their output, unleashing a planar annihilation ray that struck square upon Nyarlathotep.

According to experiments conducted by Templar engineers on the planar annihilation ray, it could easily obliterate a demi-plane, and given sufficient energy, could even shatter a weaker parallel world.

Its underlying principle leveraged the entanglement of six fundamental laws to maximize the destructive force, thereby destabilizing the laws of an entire world and leading to its total destruction.

However, the offensive potency of this weapon was significantly diminished within the prime universe. This was primarily because the prime universe possessed the most complete and stable laws, unlike distant parallel worlds where even a minor void fluctuation could cause catastrophic damage.

Yet now, this weapon was operating within the realm of Illusion and Reality constructed by Nyarlathotep, and the destruction it inflicted vastly exceeded what it could achieve in the prime universe. This was mainly due to the inherent imbalance of the realm's laws, which perfectly amplified the annihilation ray's offensive power.

Consequently, in the wake of the strike, what presented itself before everyone was a shattered, fragmenting Nyarlathotep. Yet before Artanis and his companions could breathe a sigh of relief, every single fragment opened its mouth simultaneously and chuckled toward the Twilight Wings.

"Magnificent. Truly worthy of a race favored by the God of Wisdom, to have developed such a weapon." Accompanied by Nyarlathotep's laughter, his fleshly fragments coalesced back together, while the areas that had been utterly vaporized regenerated at a blistering pace.

Artanis and the others had no intention of sitting idly by while the Evil God recovered. The moment Nyarlathotep spoke, the Twilight Wings diverted other weapon systems to strike him. Yet, for reasons unknown, Nyarlathotep ceased evading these attacks, allowing the harrowing onslaughts to batter his body directly.

No matter how powerful the weapon, even when Nyarlathotep was blasted entirely into nothingness, his flesh would regenerate in the very next instant—making it clear to Artanis and the others that the weaponry of the Twilight Wings still held vast room for improvement.