Their ability to change size at will gave the Ouroboros Serpents many methods of attack when they were at different sizes.
When they were at their largest, their most powerful weapons were the tens of thousand four hundred foot spikes on their spine, descending from their head down to the tail.
The five Ouroboros Serpents collectively released 345,748 spikes the size of forty-story buildings and traveled at Mach 60, which was sixty times the speed of sound or 45,660 mph.
The spikes seemed to disappear through space, and the first casualties were the gods attacking them with gusto disregarding their defenses.
The wave of silver was the spikes from their spine and the darkness was reality being torn to pieces.
They passed the shocked gods without any hindrance and continued towards the large flaming shield conjured by Shario.
The gods who previously were attacking in gusto turned to each other, shock in their eyes as they all collapsed into dust. Whatever defenses or weapons were placed on their paths were destroyed and their Divine bodies were grounded to nothingness.
Shario cursed aloud, "Fucking bastards…" She was cursing the useless gods with her who only had one job, which was to hold back these beasts for a short amount of time for the Formations to be activated.
While she still had the remnants of the power the two other Horsemen of war and Judgement left inside her, Shario cried out as the shield she controlled thickened considerably, giving it a depth of a mile thick, and it was just in time as the first of the spikes slammed into the shield and before her shocked gaze, it penetrated ninth five percent of their way through it, before losing momentum, and even then there was a weird suction force coming from the shield that was draining the Divine Energy she placed inside it.
The spot the spike entered began to turn black from its bright blue color previously.
Time for the gods worked very differently, and their abilities to process information and react in a fraction of a moment grew increasingly profound the older and more powerful they got.
From the first Spike nearly tearing its way through her shield, Shario knew she could only endure a few thousand of them before she failed, the problem was there were far more headed her way. She could not stop them in time.
Her conclusion was true.
In real-time, it would appear as if no bit of it had passed at all for when the first spike slammed against Shario's shield and the others followed behind. There was no visible sign of hindrance to their movements as they overwhelmed her defense in less than a second.
Her eyes looked behind her at the panicking gods, they were only ten percent done with their tasks and they would fail, for a brief moment she was tempted to draw her Divine Kingdom into her body in order to boost her powers to the limits, but she did not know the full capabilities of these creatures if she failed, it would mean her death would be wasted and she would end up grievously injured.
Accepting the destruction of this body, she began to prepare her essence for the next resurrection as darkness covered her sight.
She made peace with the fact that she would have to sacrifice a lot of her Divine Essence, but she was determined to learn as much as she could from these creatures and slaughter them as painfully as possible, the memory of her previous death still haunting her.
A pleasant scent entered her nose as a strong but fair hand appeared beside her.
A rich male voice that was deep and possessed endless warmth entered her ears,
"Shario, the Scourge, I never knew you for someone who would easily give up at the first sign of a setback."
Shario gasped in surprise and then in pleasant relief as she could not help herself but laugh aloud, "I also never knew you for someone who was ever late to the party…Tenma. Especially one such as this."
The arm that appeared beside was holding pure darkness that shielded the entire formation behind them effortlessly.
The god who was capable of this was the leader and the strongest god of the Cerulean Galaxy. A genius who rose from nothing and ascended the unofficial throne of the leader of the gods, he was the oldest god with his history shrouded in antiquity.
Shario believed he must be stronger than a Major God, but for whatever reason he chooses to keep himself in a manner unbefitting of his status. She was a Major God also and was unable to understand his true depths.
She had always hated this side of him that she was unable to understand, but now she found such unfathomable strength to be oddly comforting.
He had long black hair that framed a handsome face, behind him was a guitar resting on a pillow of darkness. He was a god that had mastered two Authorities—Sound and Darkness. At least that was what he chose to reveal to the world.
Tenma looked at the flustered face of Shario, and cupped her flaming chin burning as hot as a star, bringing her face up to his own he said, "You look cute when you are afraid, shame that I have ever only seen this expression a few times."
Shario slapped his hands away angrily, "Are you fucking kidding me Tenma? Our fellow gods are dead and the world is ashes and ruin and you have the time to flirt?"
Tenma seemed surprised at her outburst before he shook his head, "Ahh, Shario, for all your powers, I am still surprised at your youth. We have faced greater threats… and greater losses in my lifetime."
"what has that got to do with what is happening now?"
"He smiled sadly at her, "I had forgotten how to cry a long time ago… the only thing I understand now is how to smile, as I slaughter my enemies. Watch me, Shario and you shall understand me."
Behind Tenma, portals of darkness began to open, and all the Cerulean gods appeared behind him, even those slaughtered a moment ago, and the last Major God appeared, Herod, The Flayed.
"All of you… activate the formations, I shall hold back the beasts at our door." Tenma announced and turned towards the massive Ouroboros Serpents, uncoiling themselves from the flesh ball.
A fiery blue hand touched his wrists, Shario stopped him and said, "These creatures are dangerous."
Tenma laughed, "Oh ye of little faith, watch me!"
