At this point, Gorr's already unstable mind had completely shattered. To him, everyone present was an enemy. He couldn't allow anyone to escape his wrath.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Like a crazed demon, Gorr frantically swung the Black Necrosword, sending waves of dark, deathly energy slashing across Indigel's great hall. The sword's curse-like aura tore through the air, reducing any god it touched to ashes.
Despite the chaos, one figure remained motionless—Itzamna. Though he had survived Gorr's initial attack, his injuries were severe. Knowing full well that attracting further attention from Gorr would mean certain death, the creator god decided to feign death. He lay quietly, hoping that Gorr would be distracted by other fleeing gods and leave him unnoticed.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, one of Gorr's black sword slashes was obliterated in midair by a powerful force. The unexpected turn of events snapped Gorr out of his frenzy. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to the source of the disruption.
In all his battles, no god had been able to fully nullify the Necrosword's attacks. Even the strongest had only managed to dissipate its energy partially. Yet here was someone who had shattered his sword energy with apparent ease.
"You… who are you?" Gorr demanded, narrowing his eyes at Robert.
Before now, Gorr hadn't paid much attention to the human and his companions. The chaos of the battle and the overwhelming number of fleeing gods had kept his focus elsewhere. But Robert's display of power had now made him impossible to ignore.
Robert stood calmly in front of his group, the remnants of Gorr's dark energy dissipating around him. Unlike the others, neither Robert nor Kara emitted any divine aura. To Gorr, they didn't feel like gods at all.
"Interesting…" Gorr muttered, his gaze hardening. "You're not like them. But you're protecting these gods. Does that make you my enemy?"
Robert's expression remained neutral. "I'm Robert. You can call me a Saiyan. I'm not interested in protecting anyone. Frankly, I'm curious about you, Gorr—about your story and that sword you carry. Care to explain?"
Gorr sneered in response. "You think I'm here to explain myself? Anyone who sides with the gods is my enemy! Do you want to be my enemy?"
"You're taking things too far," Robert replied, his tone firm but calm. "I don't know what happened between you and the gods, but your vendetta doesn't justify killing every god you come across. Not all of them deserve to die."
"Shut up! I don't care!" Gorr roared. "Every god is guilty! They all deserve death!"
"Is that really your solution? Blind slaughter? You're no different from those gods you hate if you keep going down this path," Robert warned.
But Gorr wasn't listening. His eyes burned with fury as he raised the Necrosword and slashed at Robert. Three deadly arcs of black energy tore through the air, each one brimming with lethal force.
"Die!"
The sword energy hurtled toward Robert and the gods behind him. If Robert dodged, Diana and the others would be the next to fall.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
To Gorr's shock, Robert casually waved his hand, shattering all three sword slashes simultaneously. The sound of the energy breaking apart echoed through the hall, leaving Gorr frozen in disbelief.
"That's… impossible…" Gorr muttered, his eyes wide with horror. He had seen it with his own eyes—this man had destroyed the Necrosword's attacks as if they were nothing.
"How…? You're not even a god. How can you do this?" Gorr whispered. His mind raced, struggling to comprehend what he had just witnessed.
"Are you done?" Robert asked, his voice calm yet commanding. In an instant, he appeared directly in front of Gorr, his movement so fast it seemed as if he had teleported.
"W-What?!"
Gorr instinctively swung the Necrosword in desperation. This time, the sword itself was directed at Robert, its raw destructive power far greater than the previous energy slashes.
But to Robert, it made no difference.
"You still don't understand, do you?" Robert said softly. He raised a single finger and pressed it against the blade.
"Clang!"
The Necrosword halted, unable to move forward even an inch.
"This sword isn't truly under your control," Robert continued. "You've been swinging it wildly without realizing its limits. It's not your strength that drives it—it's the sword's power. You can't even adjust its output."
Gorr's eyes twitched in shock. Was that true? Had he really not been controlling the sword's power all this time? He shook his head in denial, but doubt had already crept into his mind.
Before Gorr could react further, Robert flicked the sword with his finger.
"Clang!"
The force of the flick numbed Gorr's hand, causing him to drop the Necrosword. It flew out of his grasp and into Robert's waiting hand.
"Ahhhhhh!" Gorr screamed in agony. The moment the sword left his possession, his body collapsed from exhaustion. The dark power that had sustained him was gone, leaving him weak and vulnerable. He plummeted to the ground and landed with a painful thud.
If not for the fact that he had already flown closer to Robert, the fall might have killed him outright. Even so, the impact left him battered and barely able to move.
"Give it back!" Gorr roared desperately, struggling to his feet. His eyes were wild with panic as he glared at Robert, who now held the sword.
Robert didn't respond immediately. He glanced at the gods around him, many of whom had stopped fleeing and were now watching the scene unfold in stunned silence. Some of their eyes glinted with murderous intent. They wanted revenge for the comrades they had lost.
But Robert paid them no mind. Instead, he looked down at Gorr and spoke. "Do you know what separates you from those who can truly control their power? I know someone—Silver Surfer. His power comes from a higher being, just like yours comes from this sword. Yet he has complete control over it. You… don't."
"I don't care about your stories!" Gorr hissed. "Give me back the sword! Now!"
Robert sighed. "You're too stubborn for your own good."
At that moment, a voice interrupted from the side. "Why waste time on him, Lord Saiyan? Let us take care of this fool!"
A green-skinned god charged forward, brandishing a spear tipped with a shining emerald gem. His eyes burned with fury as he aimed to impale Gorr.
"No… I won't die like this… Not here… Not to the gods…" Gorr muttered, his face twisted in agony and despair. Still, even without powers, he raised his fist and charged at the approaching god, determined to fight to the bitter end.
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