I’m In Charge of SCP

With Zhang Jue's entire body entangled in the tentacles sticking out of the ground, Nadox thought he had the victory in hand, but he didn't know that Zhang Jue had already entered his own other dimension.

Just as Nadox tried to help Saarn, Zhang Jue's long black sword was placed around his neck. "You tentacle monster, where do you think you're going?"

Nadox slowly turned back, only to see Zhang Jue standing behind him in good order, unharmed. Those tentacles of his, on the other hand, had already been hacked to pieces by Zhang Jue. Nadox's pupils dilated slightly as he realized that he had misjudged Zhang Jue's strength.

Zhang Jue was not going to be simple to deal with, but he did not anticipate him to be this strong. Even though the "Hell's Tentacle" was a highly sophisticated spell, Zhang Jue was still alive. He couldn't help but have some misgivings about his own might, but he was more terrified of Zhang Jue than anything else.

He had truly developed a fear of people. This was something that had never been possible before. He had to move quickly to reach Lord Yarn's side as the light in the distance grew more intense.

He assumed the banned spell was about to be cast since the sky and the ground at the stage changed colors, and Zhang Jue also turned to see. Nadox anticipated the proper time to wield his scepter to deflect Zhang Jue's long sword and then retreated from him.

You compelled me to do this, Zhang Jue! He spoke menacingly.

This time, he laid the scepter in his hand across his body, which was hanging in midair and appeared to be being pulled by an unknown force. Nadox was fully aware that even if he continued to fight Zhang Jue until daybreak, it would not be productive.

It has to be taken out in one strike. Nadox made an odd gesture with his hands, perhaps preparing to strike.

"Go to hell, Zhang J-"

Just as Nadox began to speak, a chill spread through his chest. He discovered that Zhang Jue's long sword had already entered his heart when he looked down. Zhang Jue carefully put the knife into Nadox's chest while semi-crouching.

He impatiently waved his hand and said, "You magicians, you're really too verbose," as he noticed Nadox staring at himself.

It is impossible to conceal the fact that mages need time to chant spells. Nadox was a high-ranking warlock, therefore his reading time was considerably shorter, and he could even send certain low-level spells quickly. With those common spells, however, Zhang Jue could not be killed.

Nadox's sole option in this perilous situation was to use powerful sorcery. He was taking measures, though, and the reason he had been circling Zhang Jue for so long was to observe his movement patterns.

Zhang Jue believed he had mastered Zhang Jue's limitations, despite the fact that he was unsure of why he had run away. Even more potent than the Hell's Tentacle, the move he was preparing to use also took somewhat less time to cast.

Zhang Jue was likely to lose badly this time if he maintained his previous speed. He had underestimated Zhang Jue's might and, one could say, the level of his shamelessness. Zhang Jue wasn't testing him; he was testing Zhang Jue.

He believed that he had figured out Zhang Jue's behavior pattern and that Zhang Jue had done it on purpose. Nadox was poised and prepared to expand his actions to put an end to the conflict, but it was also at this point that he showed signs of being broken.

Nadox's chest was pierced by a slash as Zhang Jue's pace suddenly increased to more than twice what it had been.

"How... possible...."

When Nadox turned to face Zhang Jue, he observed that there appeared to be some strange patterns below Zhang Jue's neck that hadn't been there before. In order to guarantee a kill, Zhang Jue boosted his body to his second state.

Nadox was struck in the heart by a sword, yet he survived since these Sarkic Cults monsters were resistant to death, even after being beheaded. Zhang Jue pulled his blade, swung it a few times, and severed his hands and the scepter into numerous pieces. He had no intention of giving him a chance to turn around.

Nadox had his hands cut off and his heart stabbed, but he was still alive. The Sarkic Cult members have an unmatched tenacity and capacity for survival.

This also explains why it has such a large number of followers. After all, who wouldn't want to gain eternal life.

"Zhang Jue..." At this point, Nadox had accepted his defeat, but didn't show much frustration, "As long as Lord Saarn is around, you will never be able to truly kill me..."

"That might be a disappointment to you." Zhang Jue said, "Because I came here to witness his death."

Zhang Jue then severed Nadox's head from his body. Blood was nonexistent. As soon as Nadox's body and head were separated, the entire body began to age and wither, finally transforming into a red haze and dissipating into the night sky.

Two of the four Sarkic cult saints were already gone. Zhang Jue did not really unwind after killing Nadox; instead, she continued to gaze into the distance. Everything was for naught until Saarn was dead, as Nadox had already stated.

Zhang Jue was fortunate enough to experience powerful magic for the first time. He had watched nuclear explosion movies online. Not much better was Alfred's use of the prohibited magic.

Most likely, a few people would be skeptical. Four nuclear bombs couldn't kill Saarn since he had already attained divinity.

Why did GOC still send Alfred to complete this mission to slay gods? Actually, it's an easy explanation.

Since the nuclear bomb is a ranged attack, the damage is not focused, and Saarn is the only target because Alfred used a forbidden spell. Nuclear bomb explosions concentrate all of their energy into a single place. Zhang Jue would undoubtedly be reduced to cinders even if it was him.

...

After spending a considerable amount of time performing spells, Alfred had now finished getting ready. His voice echoed through the night sky like thunder that had just erupted.

"Forbidden spell - Aurora Judgment, Activate!"

The staff in his palm immediately discharged 10,000 rays of light as soon as he said them. These rays did not disperse; instead, they formed into an arrow and encircled the Yarn who was seated on the stage. A hemisphere formed by thousands of light vectors suspended in the air.

In the middle of the plaza, he is still not quite well. Saarn appeared to have a lot of faith in his own strength as he slowly closed his eyes after giving a frigid snort.

After seeing this scene, Alfred felt uneasy. However, Saarn had to be slain since the arrow, which was on a string, had to be fired in order to place a wager on every person's life.

Alfred shouted. Saarn was practically struck by every light arrow. Instead of being kicked at the speed of light, he was shot in the heart with 10,000 arrows of unstoppable light.

Saarn's body was constantly being penetrated by countless light arrows, instantly transforming him into a "light hedgehog" with 360 dead-end-free degrees. Not only that. The second round of light vector appeared after the first round of light vector was fired.

They all immediately opened fire on him once more. Saarn's body was completely covered in light vectors, leaving just a "ball of light" to be seen.

It was still not over. A third and fourth round followed. Light vectors continued to appear and fire at Saarn. Even more absurd than machine gun fire is this practically saturated form of impact, which has a high density.

But Alfred lacked the courage to halt. You must possess this kind of tenacity and bravery to push through and triumph in one blow if you want to slay God. Alfred and his guards won't eventually have enough magic left in their bodies until the fifth round of light arrows is fired.

His team is currently being inundated with little fissures. Alfred stared at the clenched-fist Saarn, whose hands were hung in the air and filled with light vectors.

His staff broke into a sky of rubble, breaking inch by inch. At the same time, the light arrows that had been placed into Saarn's body also detonated. There was no shock wave and no sound either. The light Saarn's detonation is absolutely silent.

However, if thousands of them were placed on top of one another, the combined destructive force of all of them would be sufficient to vaporize a building the size of a soccer field. Even if the adversary is a god, it ought to be dead by now.

The light arrows' explosion was finished in an instant. The beauty was only fleeting. Light-filled stars began to descend from the sky shortly after. It was empty above the ceremonial podium.

"Is it a success?" said a magician.

The crowd took a peek around. The shadow of Saarn had vanished as far as the eye could see.

"It works! We succeeded!" A different magician called out.

When they were given this duty, they already wanted to die. After all, Not everyone was like Zhang Jue, who said Godslayer all day long as if it were a simple matter of eating and drinking.

They had never imagined the assignment would go so smoothly before they left for Arcadia City. They had quickly approached Saarn's real form because they had not encountered any significant resistance along the way.

Saarn didn't even attempt a retaliation due to his vulnerability—not even to flee. Everyone was a little taken aback.

A little while afterwards, everyone cried with excitement and embraced one another. In the event of death, a person usually won't think too much. But as soon as there was a chance for survival, every feeling was let go. Even Alfred let out a relieved sigh.

He felt his chest constrict, his mind instantly calm, and he immediately sat down. He then vomited a sizable amount of blood.

"Teacher!"

"Headmaster!"

Several young magicians noticed his strange state and immediately ran over to help him up. Alfred waved his hand, signaling them not to worry. He had poured his entire cultivation into this one forbidden spell.

At this moment, his body's magic power is almost completely empty. The body's function without the maintenance of magic, instant backlash. Even if he doesn't die now, probably, he doesn't have a few years to live.

But it doesn't matter, to be able to contribute to humanity at the end of his life, he felt it was worth it. So he smiled at the disciples beside him and was about to speak.

In the sky. A slightly mocking voice rang out.

"Is this the only strength of the so-called magic tutors?"

At the sound, the crowd looked up in horror. They saw Saarn hovering in the air, looking at them from above. It was like looking at a group of ants.