The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Sam surveyed the vast army of invaders, tens of thousands strong, their nerves palpably rattled by his unexpected appearance.

The battlefield seemed frozen in time, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.

On one side stood the scouts of another universe, their intentions clear: destruction, annihilation, harassment, and plundering.

On the opposing side loomed the Aesir gods and Valkyries of Norse mythology, guardians of the Nirvana universe, alongside their Emperor, the wrathful Son of the Universe.

Sam's eyes danced with a myriad of colors before settling into a confident grin. "There's no way these bastards are truly unkillable. There must be a reason why they keep coming back."

Without a moment's hesitation, Sam summoned the Spear of Torment and charged headlong into the invaders, paying no heed to the Aesir gods and Valkyries.

As he reached the frontline, Sam deftly wielded the spear, slashing with precision and purpose.

An intense, bloodthirsty aura emanated from him, like a tidal wave crashing upon the invaders, engulfing them in a vortex of torment.

"HAAAAAAAAA..."

"Aaaaa..."

"it burns, it burns..."

The cries of agony echoed through the battlefield as the invaders writhed in pain.

The sight sent a shiver down the spines of their comrades, the fear of death creeping back into their hearts.

"They're still not dying?" Freya's brow furrowed in consternation.

Even the ferocious power of the spear of torment mixed with Sam's destructive energy should have been enough to obliterate them, yet they continued to regenerate, their flesh torn asunder only to mend itself in an instant.

"Instant regeneration, huh?" Sam's smile widened knowingly as he raised his palm towards Thor, Tyr, Freya, and her Valkyries, conjuring a massive orb of golden energy infused with divine power.

With a mighty hurl, Sam sent the ball hurtling towards the gods and Valkyries.

Upon contact, the exhaustion that had weighed upon them vanished, replaced by a surge of rejuvenation.

"Where is your leader? Bring him to me," Sam demanded, his gaze piercing through the ranks of invaders with an intensity that could turn stone to dust.

"Go to hell," came the defiant retort, though the fear behind the words was unmistakable.

"I see," Sam chuckled darkly, his eyes glowing with dangerous resolve.

"You're confident because you believe you can't die, aren't you? But I wonder how long your leader can keep you from the sweet embrace of death."

"Go to hell!." With a roar, a group of invaders charged at Sam, brandishing an array of weapons.

"All you're doing is delaying the inevitable," Sam declared, summoning the Astral Ascendant Sword from the depths of his consciousness. "You'll wish you had never set foot in my universe."

The deafening clash of metals reverberated through the void, a symphony of destruction that echoed not in sound, but in the primal vibrations of universal warfare.

These ethereal beings, of supernatural origin, were attuned to such sensations, their senses transcending the limitations of mortal perception.

These invaders, merely scouts of the impending onslaught, were but harbingers of the cataclysmic tide yet to come.

Their strength paled in comparison to Sam, who had reconnected with the universal source, imbuing him with power beyond measure.

The gods, though mighty, found themselves unable to eradicate these invaders permanently.

Despite their efforts, the enemy's relentless regeneration thwarted any attempts at complete annihilation.

The gods' power waned with each futile confrontation, teetering on the brink of defeat.

Sam, wielding the Spear of Torment in one hand and the Astral Ascendant Sword in the other, moved with the grace of a celestial dancer amidst the chaos.

Each swing of his weapons unleashed torrents of energy, rending flesh and shattering bone.

Yet, the invaders persisted, enduring the torment only to be rent asunder time and again.

Unyielding and inexhaustible, Sam seemed untouched by fatigue, his resolve unbroken as he waged his solitary war.

Scores of invaders fell before him, their bodies consumed by the relentless onslaught of his wrath.

Meanwhile, the remaining invaders clashed with the Aesir gods and Valkyries, locked in a struggle that shook the very foundations of existence.

"Enough! This ends now!" Sam's voice thundered with authority, his form ablaze with a radiance, and heat unseen before.

BOOM!

With a primal roar, he became a living inferno, like a exploding star, a nuclear conflagration that engulfed the invaders in a maelstrom of incandescent fury, reducing them to naught but cosmic dust.

Sam became visible to the eyes, surrounded by thousands of invaders whose bodies were destroyed beyond recognition but were constantly being repaired.

An eerie darkness seemed to shroud his face, followed by millions of shadowy figures emerging from his existence.

These beings possessed no human form, made of nothing but pure darkness, only their eyes visible as they glowed with blood-red energy like crimson marbles.

"Kill them," Sam ordered.

The shadow soldiers, without making a single sound, dashed at the invaders with mountainous killing intent.

Thus began the endless massacre of invaders who, no matter how many times their heads were severed, exploded, or burnt to ashes, kept regenerating.

Despite their inability to die, they felt every ounce of pain inflicted upon them by the shadow soldiers and the gods of Norse mythology.

It was too much for them.

At one point, the invaders started to tremble in fear, intimidated by the son of the Nirvana universe.

Sam ignored their wails and glanced in a particular direction. "How long do you think you can keep this up? Even if you are a god, you cannot maintain this forever."

"Hmph," a snort echoed in the empty space as a figure appeared from the void, holding a jet-black scythe glowing with the divinity of death.

Freya narrowed her eyes at the newcomer. "A god of death?"

"Not from our universe," Tyr remarked.

"He must be the reason why these bastards keep reviving no matter how many times we destroy them," Thor growled, tightening his grip around his hammer.

"He is using his authority as a god of death to grant these invaders immunity to death. As long as he is alive, these invaders cannot be killed," Sam explained with a darkened expression.

"Who the hell are you? What kind of being are you? You are not a god, and certainly not a mortal," the god of death from the foreign universe said, his expression twisted with confusion.

"You don't need to know. You're just a dead man walking, puny god," Sam smirked, but his demeanor was deadly serious.

Veins bulged on his skin, a testament to his mounting fury towards these interlopers invading his universe.

Sam was fiercely protective of his universe; it was in his very nature to defend it at all costs.

There was nothing that could enrage him more than unwelcome guests in his home.

He would annihilate anything and everything that dared to threaten the sanctity of the Nirvana universe.

The god of death from the invasive universe snorted in response. He definitely did not appreciate being called a 'dead man walking.'

"You don't understand who you're dealing with. Just because you've dealt with our mere scouts, you think you can act arrogantly? Foolish."

"It's not foolish if it's the truth," Sam retorted with a dismissive snort.

Sam and the foreign god of death locked eyes, each brimming with immeasurable hatred, disregarding the chaos of battle around them as shadow soldiers, and valkyries clashed with the invaders, creating a cacophony of war.

Freya, Thor, and Tyr dared not interfere; they could see the fury in their emperor's eyes and knew better than to incur his wrath.

If Sam desired to kill the invaders himself, who were they to intervene?

"I don't even need a full minute to kill you," Sam declared, making the first move.

In an instant, he vanished and reappeared before the god of death, radiating a golden energy that seemed to emanate divinity, forming a dome-like structure that entrapped them both, sealing any escape.

"I won't go down without a fight," the god of death snarled, but his bravado faltered as he felt his divine power being forcefully siphoned from his body.

"Lucky for me, there won't be a fight. I'm going to devour you," Sam smirked as an enormous surge of reddish-black energy surged from him, resembling the wings of a devil, but infinitely more menacing.

"What is going on? I can't use my divine power," the god of death gasped for breath, his strength waning.

The golden dome that keeps him trapped inside not only confines him but also sucks out his divine power like crazy.

Ignoring the desperate god, the reddish-black energy transformed into the heads of wild beasts, their maws filled with razor-sharp teeth.

With a guttural growl, the beast of devouring lunged at the god of death, swallowing him whole like a helpless prey.

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