Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1050  Sacrifices

Forcefully entering the minds of the gods around him was evil, but it provided Michael with the information he needed to move forward. Not only did he find out which gods were part of the Primal Pantheon, but he also learned about their powers, thoughts, and generally what had happened.

"To think you guys were busy fighting for almost two decades. That's impressive," Michael commented, ignoring the thoughts flashing through his mind.

[And embarrassing. That is what you wanted to add. It is impressive and embarrassing.] Fenrir growled in agreement. [Since when is father so weak? I wasn't much stronger than him when I was at my peak, but to think father has gotten this rusty…that's actually embarrassing.] n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[I don't like the way Fenrir words this, but I agree. Why are they so weak? A few Rebels are missing, while almost all gods of the Primal Pantheon are still alive. Even your healing won't change the tide of the battlefield.] Jormungandr added, only for Hel to shake her head.

[I can sense the dead Rebels.] Just as Hel's words resounded, Michael sensed them as well. He taped into the Death Authority and combined Death with the Soul Grimoire to reach out. The death of the gods oozed from them and entered Michael's body, where they integrated into his system. The Deaths fused into him and enhanced him, slowly pushing his Energy Vortex to the Peak of TIer-9. The process was rather slow at first but accelerated quickly.

The Primal Pantheon's gods noticed the massive flood of energy entering Michael's body and responded with a barrage of attacks. However, the Rebels blocked all attacks long before the enemy attacks reached Michael.

"We needed some scapegoats to pull the Primal Pantheon gods to you when you wake up. They sacrificed themselves to provide you with their Essences. Right now, you might think that was unnecessary, and they shouldn't have done that, but you will quickly realize how much Essence you need to kill the Primal," Loki said dead-serious, taking Michael by surprise.

"We were also unsure how strong you would be once the Primordial Curse and Everlasting Blessing had been consumed. We knew you wouldn't be able to flee after Bestikal's sacrifice, and the oldest of the Rebels decided to sacrifice their Essences to ensure your victory. Savor their Essence and grow strong enough to…"

Sleipnir appeared beside Michael and neighed, "And kill those bastards. This planetary system has been sealed. The Primal Pantheon's gods won't be able to flee anymore. Use this opportunity and devour every single one of them."

Michael's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he nodded.

[You need their Essences. They must have left them alive for you to kill and consume all the gods of the Primal Pantheon. Their Essences, once consumed and annexed, will be the death of the Primal. That's brilliant!] Fenrir said, only for Michael to sneer.

'You were bullshitting about your father behind his back a moment ago.'

[Yes, yes. Forget about that and devour those disgusting Primal Pantheon gods!]

Michael had something to say – a lot, to be precise – but he stayed silent and nodded instead. Now was not the time for such a discussion. It was time to kill a few gods. Precisely, many gods!

"You better be fast. The Beast God Cycle won't last long now that the Primal must have sensed our presence amid the weave. It was probably only for a few seconds, but they know it now. We will help you as much as we can, but stalling everyone for two decades was exhausting. You better act fast and decisively. The Primal will not give you much time!"

Michael was unsure what exactly happened, but that uncertainty lasted only for a moment. He read Loki's mind via 10-Star Mind Watcher only to realize what the Rebels had done and how much they relied on him and his actions in the next few minutes.

[They depend on you for…everything. The future of the universe will be decided in the next few minutes. How do you feel? Are you happy? Stressed out? Overjoyed?] 'Shut up, Fenrir!' Michael cursed before using Curse Fusion with the God Curses Divinities. His body bulged as the serpent scale amor grew all over his body. However, instead of looking dark green like before, the serpent-scale armor was pitch-black with vibrant green frames. The vibrant green frames fused into the serpent scales and looked like vividly pulsating veins that granted the scales life. That was what it felt like to Michael, who channeled Jormungandr's Power, Authority, and Nature Divinity through them.

The right side of his body wasn't as lively as the left side. The frames were deadly pale, and his right eye looked like someone had blinded him centuries ago. The Death Authority was overflowing from his right side and oozed from every inch of his body – only the right side, of course. His hair expanded, his teeth grew sharper and longer, and his left eye transformed into the golden eye of a deadly predator. His fingers transformed into deadly claws, and massive fangs burst through his knuckles. The serpent tail of the World Serpent burst through the serpent scale armor, which regenerated rapidly, covering the serpent tail with a second layer of protection. 

Michael was about to move when golden liquid trickled through the minuscule openings of the serpent-scale armor. That was a surprise, yet it could also be used to his advantage. Michael solidified the Extraction Essence before ushering the God Curses to grant him as much power as possible. Simultaneously, he annexed and nurtured the Death and Essences of the gods who had sacrificed themselves for this very moment. Micahel was still unsure if their sacrifices had been worth it, but he would certainly not question them aloud and humiliate them in death. On the contrary, Michael embraced their Death and Essence to acquire as much of their power as possible. He would certainly need as much power as possible against the Primal.

That much was certain.