Survival To Godhood 3 The Sky Fell

5 years came by and went, and with Sprite at his side, Leo became a sharp and quick thinking kid. Now at the age of ten, he was finally starting to grow a bit. Leo was about 140cm tall and long scruffy blackish hair. His brown eyes and tan skin from the sun shows the life he lived for the last 5 years were not comfortable. Scratches and scars were all over his body.

"Sir, I believe we should explore the wreckage of the Smithsonian."

"There is no food there, Sprite,"

"I know that Sir, but I have been gathering information for years now and still haven't found you a cultivation technique."

"Technique, technique, technique, this is all you ever talk about Sprite."

"Sir, you need the power to protect yourself. You can't always run away."

Leo sighs, "Fine we can dig through that rubble again."

Leo walked over to a table near his bed and loaded supplies into his backpack. The room he was in was a bas.e.m.e.nt of an old apartment building. Leo had his bed next to an old rusted boiler. The table was made from metal and plastic he found.

Walking up the stairs, he opens the door to a tunnel of rubble. Crawling upwards, he slides open a window and crawls out of the ruined building. He walks about a kilometer till he gets to the pile of rubble that was the Smithsonian.

"Sir, I detect there has been a collapse of the foundation."

"You're right Sprite. We can get through the roof right here."

Wiggling through this new hole, Leo dropped down into a stairwell leading to a bas.e.m.e.nt floor.

"Sir up ahead is foreign doc.u.ments. Move closer so I can a.n.a.lyze them."

"Ok Sprite."

"a.n.a.lyzing.... translation complete. The information is not important. Sir, there is carved writing over in the corner. Let me a.n.a.lyze the writing."

"Ugh…. Fine." Leo walks through the dark room and kicks an old box of relics.

*Cough…cough…cough.*

"Sir, there was a box there."

"Sprite, too slow."

"Sorry, Sir."

Leo worked his way over to the carving. The glowing from Sprite lit up the carving. Leo was in awe of the ancient dry wooden sculpture.

"a.n.a.lyzing…." The letters started to lighten up. "Translation complete. Sir, this text explains how to store in a sphere with the Nordic symbol on it. Right now, this text is useless to us."

"Sprite, it is cloudy in here. Can we leave?"

"Sir let me a.n.a.lyze a few more transcriptions."

*Cough* "… fine."

"Sir let me a.n.a.lyze the hieroglyphics on that stone."

Leo got close to the wall and Sprite lit up the wall. "a.n.a.lyzing…." The moon and sun hieroglyphic started to shine. "Mana currently increasing Sir. I have found you a cultivation technique."

"You found one?"

"Sir this cultivation is called Dance of Sun and Moon."

"Dance of Sun and Moon?"

"Yes, this is a Body Tempering Technique trains the mortal body by absorbing energy to the flesh, muscles, organs, bones, and the energy meridians throughout the body. Each step is broken into an early, mid, and late stage. The Dance of Sun and Moon allows the user to absorb the yang energy during the day and yin energy of the night. The Sun is a body of fire that produces ultraviolet energy when mixed with mana produces yang mana energy. When night arrives the ultraviolent reflected off the moon reverses through mana producing yin mana energy. Balancing these energies will produce great results."

"How will I absorb mana Sprite."

"Based on my a.n.a.lysis Sir you will meditate at midnight and noon every day. Train hard Sir."

Kboom. A sonic boom was heard up above the rubble in the sky. "Sprite, what was that?"

"Sir, a large s.p.a.ceship has entered the atmosphere. The probability the ship holds enemies is 67.92%. Sir, I advise you to run as far from that ship as possible."

As the ship descends, Leo takes off running west away from the Atlantic were to ship was landing.

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A boat sailing around the tip of Africa sees a s.p.a.ceship breaching the atmosphere.

"Reporting Admiral, the flying ship seems to be some s.p.a.ce technology we have not seen before."

"Return to your post sailor." Mr. Nightingale looks over to Reiner with a face of worry. Dressed in an old-fashioned sailor dress uniform from the USSR days. Grey hair covering his head and wrinkles on his face he beckons Reiner to come over. "Old friend, the Universe has come for our mana and our world."

"Misha, it is what we feared. I hope my knights are ready for war."

"Do you think we will survive this?"

"I don't know. Babushka said two things, it will either rain or snow; it either will or will not."

"Reiner, I have a feeling when it does rain it will pour." The two men just stood there in the control room waiting for impact.

Upon the top deck, a man just shy of 22 years old gripped the railing watching as the metal s.p.a.cecraft crashed into the ocean miles away from where the battleship was. The boy with his hair tied back in a ponytail, felt his heart race. This was the enemy he could focus all his hatred towards. "Welcome to my planet monsters." Grinding his teeth, he felt a hand touch his leg.

Lucy, a little girl around 10 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes, looked at Hiro and said, "Don't worry too much, war will be upon us soon." This little girl was as calm and tranquil as a lake even though Armageddon had arrived. No worry was shown in her blue eyes. It was as if this was another day like any other.

"I will save the human race from this disaster." Thinking of the giant squid who killed all he cared for. He had flashbacks of being powerless. Only those strong as G.o.ds may protect those they care for. Entrusting in the blade on his back, Hiro made a vow to himself to destroy this new threat.

Lucy just looked up at the man and smiled.

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As the s.p.a.ceship crashed into the ocean, the second G.o.d fell.

Hermes fell spraying blood, as a man covered in red scales watches him fall. The man licks his spear. "The blood of a fallen G.o.d."

The G.o.d's blood-soaked toga and missing leg indicated he was just fighting and it seemed as if he lost. Hermes' body splashed into the cold water of the Atlantic. His corpse sank deeper and deeper.

"Hermes you should have known better. I have lived many years longer than you. My bloodline is the royal bloodline of Adam. I am Adam 721's 1st son. This world will be mine now."

As the ship settled, thousands upon thousands of dragon-men exit. They look upon their leader floating in the sky. Every one of them starts chanting "Long live Charir-Dar. Long live Charir-Dar. Long live Charir-Dar."

The dragon-man king smiles with his razor-sharp teeth. Knowing he lucked out being the first group to arrive. At that moment though hundreds of other ships enter the atmosphere. This was forever called the day when the sky fell. The earth became the battleground for the solar system.