The Wandering Sword's Apocalypse Event [A litRPG, Progression Fantasy Epic] [Volume 1 finished]

Black thick, shadow-like tentacles writhed around beyond the planet's atmosphere. Because the Ma'la liked to clear clouds near their residential islands, the beast was visible as the planet rose towards the boundary of the tutorial sector.

A bit lower, the Chosen was fighting with an aerial legion of rebels. With their small starture and maneuverability, the rebels' fighting beasts were giving the Chosen a little trouble. Their E grade and lower spells couldn't destroy the humongous mothership though, let alone scratch it.

And in the city and all the surrounding islands, the Ma'la were being brutally slaughtered. On the ground, groups of labourers who hadn't been celebrating with their masters suddenly turned on them. Many of these people were raised in captivity.

Some of these slaves had been young when the wars happened all those years ago, so they thought they were the last of their people. Seeing their clansmen attack, what else could they do but fight along with them.

In only fifteen minutes, at least a third of the population of Ma'la should have been cleared.

But for some annoying reason, the Chosen was not coming down from his ship. Rafe kept walking through the sea, watching the space ship.

The spells that were flung toward it were useless, and it would occasionally release a bright burst of light. After the light cleared, more than ten of the flying beasts and their riders would be dead, burned to a crisp without fail. It was like some kind of sick routine.

Rafe got frustrated enough he wanted to run over to the ship and try using the original form of the Earth shattering technique. He'd ascend far above the ship and descend with uncontrollable momentum and cut it in twain.

But the gods tasked him with delaying the Chosen a bit, not going out to seek him just because Rafe was bored. The Chosen was helping him in his mission by taking his time to attack anyway.

Rafe wondered why the gods thought the Chosen would come here. What plan did they have?

Whatever it was though, it was good for Rafe to have all this free time. His third core was now already fully grown and he was in the process of purifying it while trying to build his fourth core.

His fourth core had an advantage. It was built from the remnants of the third core, but also the impurities of the now silver first and second cores. Those impurities were deemed surplus for a silver core, but they were good enough, if not amazing components, for a bronze ranked core.

His second core was already quarter way through changing colours to silver. He checked on his first core, but unfortunately there was no sign of any kind of breakthrough to the next colour. The core was smaller than it had been when he last checked on it though, and the silver colour in it was much brighter.

He was still a little distracted when, with the sound of massive amounts of glass breaking, the sky seemed to fall and the writhing shadows started to descend into Primus's atmosphere. In maybe ten minutes, that beast would be able to reach Primus.

It also meant Primus was officially stepping out of the tutorial sector. The process wasn't done yet though, hence why the beast was still facing some resistance to its invasion.

It was almost time. Rafe looked back at the cave where the gods were still working on something. He internally urged them to hurry, but he was sure they were more aware of what they were doing than he was.

Then he saw something rise from the city in the distance. It was a type of mana he had only ever seen once: faith mana; that he knew was something reserved for planetary deities.

Rafe wondered what was going on there. Then he got an idea. With his increase in stats, he could more easily support his racial ability. And now that he thought about it, wasn't this ability going to come in handy over the next fight?

He pushed his racial ability up to its limit. It could hardly reach the halfway point from where he stood to the closest floating island. It was a two weeks long journey to the city if one was using a ship. Rafe couldn't push his racial ability that far yet. But even when he was weak and couldn't fully control it, Rafe was always able to expand this ability a few times when he needed to.

Now that he wasn't even in his own body and his soul was getting stronger by the minute, he could afford to push the ability to ten times, a hundred times its usual range for at least a second. And so he did.

What he saw had Rafe's mouth opening in shock, but he shook his head after a moment of thought. The four major temples of each tribe had a group of young virgins called brides or grooms to the deity of said temple.

These people, according to Filoria, had a high aptitude for faith mana. And now they were sitting around in a circle, reciting some words. Below them was the vague outline of a magical formation. They were draining the temple district of faith mana and feeding it to the approaching monstrosity above.

Rafe's ability retracted forcefully, and he didn't know how, but Rafe knew one of the one thousand gods feeding him power had now exploded out of existence.

He was about to start panicking when something unexpected happened. A stronger suction force came from the cave behind Rafe, sucking in more faith mana than the strange formation the Chosen had obviously created. The thing in the sky struggled more violently against the constraints preventing it from coming to this world. At the same time, the entrance into Deufont exploded with brilliant star light.

Rafe turned around in surprise as he saw a bright light, bright like a star, grow from the dungeon's old entrance. And then it grew, grew to an unforeseen circular size. And then the bright light disappeared and Rafe saw a window into another world.

For a moment, he saw the little dungeon core he'd once seen with Goleon on the first day he had returned to Primus. The little core seemed to be looking at him, although he didn't know how he knew. Then it turned around and started burrowing into the ground. At that time, the large window into another world turned into a black hole.

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The water around Rafe beaded and fell upwards toward the black hole, attracted to the strong gravity field. And then he saw the rocks and loose soil from the islands uncountable miles away start to float too.

And then the array being operated by the two hundred odd gods who were not helping Rafe burst into life again. The first thing that accelerated towards the black hole was a large bubble carrying Filoria and Collab's tiny space ship. As it passed him by, Rafe saw Filoria and Collab looking at him with large disbelieving eyes. And then a lot of the flying beasts and their riders started to be sucked in, wrapped in protective bubbles, and then even people in the city.

A lot of people were gathered around the Ma'la capital, but not everyone on Primus was there. There were people in the other territories that once belonged to the other tribes, except for the Burned whose lands were completely devastated by the Ma'la.

In only ten minutes, Rafe estimated more than ten million people had been sucked into this black hole.

In all honesty, Rafe wasn't sure what the gods were trying to achieve by doing this. But he saw movement from the Chosen's ship, and that was well worth it for him.

"Oh, hell no!" Rafe screamed as he took to the sky with his gigantic sword raised overhead.

The spaceship was trying to get past him. Obviously the Chosen had noticed Rate a long time ago. Anyone with eyes should have noticed the gigantic golem walking from Deufont island. And also, the golem had changed from being a nondescript grey rock man to looking more like Rafe did, although it was still grey in colour. Its general body shape was more reminiscent of Rafe's.

In the sky, he saw something above the clouds. The floating islands the air tribe used to occupy before their war with the Ma'la. But he only saw it for a second before gravity reclaimed him.

With all his improved strength, coupled with his understanding of this technique, and the weight of his twenty five feet tall rocky frame, Rafe barreled into the ship. The ship budged a little.

But only a little. It only spun backwards for about ten metres.

In the meanwhile, Rafe felt a shock pass through his rocky body. A shock strong enough that it caused large spider webbing cracks, and parts of him to crumble. And he was sent back flying almost a mile.

His body was already healing by the time he got back to his feet.

These cracks, he realised, were being transferred somewhere else. He was now back closer to the island, so he sent his racial ability to investigate.

And the cracks were being sent to his real body. His real body had suffered a lot over the past few months, and the forced use of holy and other types of healing magics in combination had left it with a few impurities and irregularities. By the end, Rafe had noticed that his body was getting slightly adapted to the magic and it wasn't healing as fast anymore. Which was bad, because potions and healing magic might not work on him for some time in the future.

If all the wounds he got today were being transferred over, then his return to Earth would be less than glorious. And there was also the god still hammering on his body. He seemed to ignore the cracks entirely.

Rafe retracted his racial ability from the cave and focused on the fight ahead of him.

He looked at the ship. He had bounced off it, but it was still advancing, and the point where he'd hit it was as shiny and unmarred as before. There were still a few flying beasts which had yet to be sucked into the black hole attacking it fanatically, but their attacks were so weak.

Rafe had less than five seconds to think. He was way too close to the cave now. His strongest offensive couldn't touch this ship. If it came this close, then he would fail his mission without even a chance. But then his gaze travelled to the cloudless sky above the Ma'la capital. After the spire exploded inexplicably, the two flying islands chained to it had risen up and were now flying above cloud level.

But Rafe had seen hundreds of flying islands above the clouds. Using his racial ability, he activated the phoenix eye he once got from Enith, the eye that granted him the ability to see the internal structures of magical constructs, then he studied one of these islands. And indeed they weren't normal pieces of land. How else were they able to fly except by relying on a magical core of some kind? If he cut that core, these islands would fall under the natural influence of gravity.

Only, the bubbles carrying the natives were getting more and more cluttered since he was now very close to the island. It would be hard to avoid killing at least a hundred people as Rafe aimed to find a flying island.

But then he shook his head. These people were going to die anyway once the space ship arrived and tried to stop the gods.

He shouldn't have worried though. The gods appeared to have taken the approaching battle into account, and when Rafe jumped he found himself passing through these people's bubbles like they were just illusions.

Rafe landed on an island in the sky. Then he boosted himself up again and jumped. There was another layer of atmosphere and even clouds above these flying islands. The sky of Primus was incomparably vast. It was like the planet was the core of another planet whose ocean was made of clouds. Rafe smashed into the island and sliced it into two, breaking the flying core in the process.

His technique was called the Earth shattering technique after all. It was about time he used it for its original purpose. As the two pieces of land both started to collapse toward the ground, Rafe waited until they were below cloud level.

Then he used his newest, self created technique to aim. He aimed the pieces of Island one by one, while at the same time launching himself in the direction he had noticed another island. They flew under his guidance and under the influence of gravity, and hit the ship. This time the ship was pushed back more than two hundred metres.

And then more meteors rained on the ship. This time Rafe could see visible damage.

The ship, a little bruised and battered, started to withdraw. It also phased harmlessly through the bubbles carrying people. So the gods had made the people of Primus a non-factor in this fight.

The ship landed on the water hundreds of kilometers away. Rafe was standing on an island high up in the sky, ready to leap and send meteors raining into the world at any moment.

But then something shot out of the ship and flew at a fast speed towards the island. It was the Chosen, flying under his own power.

Rafe activated his Dash skill and his movement technique. Pointing his sword to a point he estimated the Chosen would be flying through. Rafe accelerated towards the ground.

He arrived before the Chosen, but like Superman, the Chosen only punched and sent the giant golem flying back. Rafe managed to land on his knees and get up very fast.

And using the same combination of skill and technique, he appeared in front of the Chosen again.

It had been a while since Rafe had used a sword, so he hadn't used many of his techniques in a while. Now when facing someone as small as a rabbit compared to him, he needed to make sure there was no gap.

When Jonathan used the sword saint's technique, he could produce a barrage of thousands of swords a second. Jonathan was a master of this technique. The best Rafe could do at his peak was maybe fifty to a hundred swords a second.

Still, it was enough to give the Chosen pause, especially given Rafe was using his insights now, and one made his sword hot, the other made his hits very hard and impossible to ignore, and the other, even if it had a spacial aspect, made his strikes sharper and more cutting. They could cut through space itself, let alone a simple veil.

The Chosen paused for a second, looked up at Rafe's gigantic golem body.

"So this was the best they could do?" he said, taking out a sword of his own.

He looked at Rafe for a long time. Then he swung his sword.

Rafe prepared to block it using his defensive sword technique, but this time it was futile.

The sword cut through his guard like it was non-existent, boosted as it was, by concepts, larger existences than Rafe's insights. It cut through Rafe's E grade veil and destroyed his body. His golemoid body burst into millions of Earthen debris.

His real body also exploded back in the cave. The god Burn kept on pounding though, like he was in a trance, not caring one bit that his material was now in powdered form. Even the blood had somehow solidified.

A hundred of the thousands of gods supporting Rafe exploded into oblivion