"He is a strange boy, but with a good heart, who can lead humanity to never-before-seen heights. However, he is somewhat cruel and malicious towards things that can take away his freedom. In short, he is a teenager in puberty!" The Archangel's response to the Creator.

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"You ignorant, crazy, and insane bastard." A god screamed before being torn apart by Aenar's enormous strength. The entire body of the divine being practically shattered around. Blood, organs, and pieces of flesh fell to the ground.

Aenar used his arm to wipe the bloodstain from his face and looked around. There were still living gods, who did not try to fight, but tried to flee desperately. As long as they get out of the cage, they can save themselves, even if they become slaves.

But how could Aenar allow the Ruinous Powers of Chaos to gain more powerful generals? He could not and would not let these gods who caused so much suffering, pain, and death to humans.

"Run, run until you're tired, let's play cat and mouse, you are the mice." Aenar said as his sword made a sharp sound as it dragged on the ground. His armor had already been stained red. His hair was stuck to his face because of the dried blood.

With every step he took, the ground was helpless as deep footprints were left behind, he didn't seem to be in a hurry and was enjoying the moment of slaughter. The gods had already deeply irritated him, how could he not want to enjoy the moment of revenge?

On the battlefield, Aenar stood amidst hundreds of shattered, cut, and broken bodies. From head to toe, his entire body was stained with blood. There was no part without blood, showing how brutal he was.

There was no mercy, benevolence, only the purest feeling of violence.

Aenar took a deep breath of the smell of blood maliciously lingering in the air. It stank, a ferrous and slightly sweet smell because of the minimally deified divine blood. However, it still stank a lot, especially around hundreds of dead.

However, Aenar didn't seem happy, or rather, there was not even an emotion on his face. His eyes were focused entirely on the figure before him. A pale man, wearing a particularly flashy red robe. It seemed that life, warmth, and kindness bowed around him.

Aenar never imagined that a God could actually come to the material world in his own body. It was something totally strange, as the world rejected the gods, as they were too powerful and had to follow certain laws.

"What a massacre, you are as cruel as I expected, Jon." He said with a gentle, warm, and even affectionate tone towards Aenar. "But they deserve it, especially for causing so many deaths over hundreds of thousands of years."

"From a young man bedridden with ALS to an Emperor with three beautiful wives and an adorable daughter." He continued speaking, remembering when he met the thin, fragile, but incomparably resilient man.

Seeing the man he had become made R'hllor feel very proud. Proud enough to make him boast when he returned to Heaven and met his brothers and sisters again.

Aenar's eyes turned cold hearing him talk about his wife and daughter. An incredible murderous intent hung in the air. A deep, dark, and malicious darkness manifested in the air.

"Are you afraid I'll touch them?" R'hllor seemed genuinely confused by Aenar's hostility. "Don't fear, I would do them no harm, they are my greatest gift to you, who spent your whole life without a family by your side."

The god's voice could not be warmer and gentler, like a sun at the end of an afternoon, a gentle and warm feeling.

"At the same time, they are your anchors so you don't get lost in this universe full of lonely darkness. As long as they live, you will do everything to ensure that your family can be safe and will never forget your purpose."

"R'hllor." Aenar greeted his patron, or rather, the avatar of his patron. The figure called R'hllor was merely an avatar of the Omnipotent and Omniscient God. All malice seemed to disappear after the words of the Red God.

R'hllor seemed satisfied with this and showed a happy smile, like a child who received candy from an aunt on his birthday.

"I defeated the Cold God, the Avatar of Anti-life. This galaxy will finally be free from the clutches of death, pain, and suffering. And with you in this galaxy, it will be bathed in the warm glow of my father." Looking at the black sun in the sky, R'hllor commented with a satisfied smile.

Aenar narrowed his eyes hearing this, he received a lot of information from R'hllor's phrase. He discovered the enemy of the Omniscient and Omnipresent God – Anti-Life.

By the name, Aenar could imagine that it was a being that represented the counterpart of God, darkness, and probably the destroyer of life.

"You've always been very intelligent." R'hllor commented with a smile, seeing Aenar's expression. "That was one of the reasons I recommended you to my father, even if you are not satisfied with my father's purposes."

"But it doesn't matter, my hundred and fifty thousand years of work are finally finished and I can return to my father's arms." He said with a relaxed and happy tone, without any feeling of malice or deception.

The Red God seemed genuinely happy at that moment.

"By the way, my name is not R'hllor, it's Gabriel, the Red Archangel of War." R'hllor, or rather, Gabriel, said with a happy and childlike smile on his face.

Aenar was genuinely surprised at this moment. He always thought that R'hllor was an avatar of the Omnipotent and Omniscient God, but it seemed that he was one of the archangels acting on behalf of the Creator himself.

This surprised him!

The plans he had to seal or even kill the Avatar of the Omniscient and Omnipotent God seemed to disappear at the same instant. It made no sense to fight Gabriel, since he was not the Omnipotent and Omniscient God.

"My father is too lazy to get involved in anything personally, he likes to spend his time with anything other than work." Gabriel said with an amused smile, remembering his father, a being who could be considered the strongest, but was incredibly lazy.

Aenar twisted his lips hearing Gabriel's words. He couldn't connect the figure he saw sitting on the throne that shone brighter than a thousand suns to the figure Gabriel spoke of. However, as they say, you never know how your idol behaves behind the scenes.

"Aenar, my father gave me a gift and told me to give it to you, when you finally stopped the evil gods." Gabriel said, handing him a flask containing a glowing turquoise liquid.

"Water of Life?" Aenar seemed confused seeing the familiar liquid in the flask. He had already taken the Water of Life in Volantis, but he didn't think he could take another.

"This is not the Water of Life, it is a divinity in liquid state." Gabriel corrected Aenar with a smile as he handed the flask to Aenar.

"Just take it and the divinity itself will choose the most suitable priesthood for you." He patiently instructed Aenar on the functionalities of the potion.

"He knew you didn't want to become an archangel, so he sent this to you." Gabriel looked at Aenar with a little dissatisfaction when he said this. In his eyes, Aenar could have become his brother, but chose freedom instead of the embrace of the Heavenly Father.

Aenar nodded. He never wanted to be an archangel who had no free will. Gabriel might seem free, but he wasn't. Every thought, every heartbeat, every step he took was under the control of the Omnipotent and Omniscient God.

How could Aenar accept losing his own freedom for power, which he would eventually achieve after tens or hundreds of thousands of years of hard work?

However, remembering that he wanted evil for the Omniscient and Omnipotent God, Aenar seemed slightly embarrassed, which was rare. But… the Creator's generosity was extraordinary, he was obviously conspiring against him, but the Creator still rewarded him.

This made him feel many things, he presumed that his actions only made the Creator amused instead of really irritating him. Aenar felt like he punched cotton, causing no damage to the enemy.

He had to admit, it frustrated him slightly. But, at the same time, Aenar seemed to feel the mountain on his shoulders lighter. The pressure of such a powerful God was too great.

Looking at the flask in his hand, Aenar looked at Gabriel and said in a calm tone. "Tell him I appreciate the gift."

Gabriel's smile widened hearing Aenar's words. He felt that the boy was much calmer than before and did not treat him as an enemy or even harbor more resentment or hostility towards the Creator.

If Aenar could hear Gabriel's thoughts, he would be speechless. But, as a mere mortal and a human, Aenar harbored thoughts that the Creator God was conspiring against him at all times.

Perhaps it was something natural for humans to always distrust those close to them or with good intentions. The human heart was perhaps the most distrustful of all beings in the Known Universe.

"I'm leaving, Jon." Gabriel commented with a smile on his face, his body gradually transforming into red particles floating in the air. "I gave my blessing to your eldest daughter, she may be a little warlike because of it, but nothing too worrying."

If Aenar from the future could go back to the past, he would slap Gabriel's face for turning his adorable daughter into a true goddess of war.

However, the present Aenar did not know how many problems Gabriel's blessing could have in the future and calmly looked at the Archangel disappearing before him.

When Gabriel finally disappeared, Aenar canceled the lightning cages and the hundreds of artificial suns quickly darkened due to lack of energy, but he didn't care at that moment.

Without the power of the gods, the monsters gradually stopped being born and eventually began to spread uncontrollably throughout the world.

At the same time, the sun, which was previously eternally dark, began to fade, the first ray of natural sunlight shone in the darkness and soon after the second, the third. However, it was a slow process.

Aenar estimated that it would take five or ten years for the sun to shine with its former splendor again.

"But, this is the first step towards unification." Aenar whispered in a calm tone, he knew that this is just the beginning. There were hundreds of foreign civilizations, gods, and chaos gods scattered throughout the universe.

There was much work to be done and even more work to be done in the future.

"My Emperor." The Six Primarchs approached Aenar and looked at him with admiration and fanaticism. They could have killed one or two gods, but never hundreds. But the Emperor had done it and had not even suffered any injury.

"Command your legions and kill all monsters still on the continent. Then occupy the cities and advance towards the Eastern part of Essos. I want to unify the two continents in less than twenty years." Aenar smiled and looked at his creations. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a calm tone, as if he had not just done something truly extraordinary.

"Yes, my Emperor!!!" The six Primarchs replied as they pounded their chests with their fists, in a standard military salute of the Astartes army.

Aenar nodded and looked at the sun, which seemed immutable, but the gradual process of purification had already begun.

"Let's work, boys." He said with a smile.

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