Even if it smashed into ruins, it barely counted as being deployed. It was like tearing apart your own base vehicle, but at least you could say you were still at home. Then they planned to shove the not-yet-awake Fate down as well, smash him onto the ground, and force something to come out, whether or not it was really Bahamut.
The true the Lord of the name was down there anyway. By patching things together, they could blur Fate's judgment of the name. This almost guaranteed self-destruction, but it could forcibly bring Bahamut out, even if only by shocking him awake.
The collapsing Fate Divine Kingdom came down like ruins of civilizations from every age. Yet it passed through overhead in an unreal manner, spreading into a vast field of magnificent, ancient wreckage. Everything was buried in an endless desert of time.
Shattered space twisted the surroundings into an illusory domain. Under a dim Gold Rank backdrop, enormous broken gears turned under the restraint of iron chains, and the hands of a ruined clock tower rotated backward. The scene looked wrong in every physical sense.
Above, the sky filled with darkness thick enough to look solid. Ominous blood-red light seeped in from a Rift. There was no doubt that this was the power of the Abyssal Gods made manifest.
Within Fate Divine Kingdom, because they controlled this puppet, they could project even more of their power into this space. Their target was obvious. They needed to kill the mountain-sized Gold dragon on the ground, Belial.
They could not let him interfere. Kill this god-favored one first. Fate had to be taken into their hands.
Amid chaotic murmurs and hissing roars, these scheming beings reached a rough agreement. They would first kill the guy below, the one who might blow everything up while Bahamut was still in the egg.
Kill him. Go together. Agreed, for now.
After another round of unseen struggle, several existences from Abyss used this hard-won Fate channel to project more of their power. They made their move.
The sky churned like boiling water. From filthier and more violent black sludge than before, blood-red light burst out, carrying naked malice and insane hissing roars. Huge mouths and writhing tongues drooled greedily as they emerged.
One, two, three, then rapidly growing into hundreds and thousands, blood-red eyes filled the sky. As these anomalies appeared, the already riddled ruins of Fate twisted and rotted further. The corruption spread through every visible structure.
More than one Authority-level power was seeping in, merging into an indescribable twisted monster. It looked like a thick black swamp hanging down from the sky. The darkness torn apart by the sun earlier flooded back in and swallowed all light.
Belial glanced at the two heads beside him. Unfortunately, he had no hands, and his wings were not good for wiping his face, so he could only lower his head and sigh. The pressure around him kept rising.
"...Fine, I should be used to this by now."
"Only Black Dora would look this disgusting and abstract."
It was just a bit bigger, basically covering the entire sky. While it was clearly not the same monster he knew, that did not stop him from seeing it that way. Still, the pressure kept increasing, and Belial could feel that Radon's power was not working very well here.
The reason was simple. The opposing side had more power at the same level. That said, it did not really matter.
That just meant he had to think a bit and change how he used his power. Radon's strength could be fired outward to slap lethal debuffs on enemies, but its intended use was actually on the user. After playing with it for so long, he had figured out some of its functions.
Put simply, if someone could output a thousand units of power in one minute, using Radon's power could compress that minute into ten seconds. All the output from that minute would erupt within those ten seconds. It was an explosion, not efficient use, and whether it could be controlled depended on the user.
Belial had no such worries. He was tough, recovered fast, and even had something like a revival buffer, so he could go all out. With several templates stacked together, his control was good enough to actually use the released energy.
The form of the Thousand-Year Dragon King was already becoming faint. The cost of the previous battle and repeated bursts was massive. Even so, he showed no fear.
He raised his head to the rolling black tide in the sky and grinned. "It's just a Clone anyway. I'm not the one paying the bill, so I'll blow you up now. I need to clear out you small fry before the next big fight."
"Does this count as recreating a classic movie scene? Whatever. I definitely won't embarrass myself by burning my life for a big move that only leaves a scratch."
"Enough talk. All of you can die."
The three-headed golden Great Dragon roared. The sun-like wheel behind him spun wildly as he surged forward, and then every inch of his body began to collapse at extreme speed, as if burning in fierce flames. His form started breaking down from head to tail.
This showed the benefit of learning and collecting power systems from this world. Even when the skill trees of Godzilla and King Ghidorah did not overlap, these general-purpose skills still worked. His body burned faster and faster.
Power that could have lasted longer was compressed into a single instant. His entire form turned into a dazzling white blaze. Around him formed a ring of Sun Wheel like the accretion disk of a black hole, with dark edges where immense compressed mass dragged everything inward.
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The Black Dora crowd in the sky, meaning the Crimson God group, froze for a moment. This power was the same one from that lunatic who had once charged out of Abyss and tried to rush straight into the the Lord's world. They had long assumed he was dead.
Yet now that authority appeared here, and with such terrifying force. Even worse, it was being aimed at them. Some among them had personally faced that power in the past, and they were completely stunned.
Not wanting to live anymore? If so, just surrender. Of course, that was wrong. He did not want to let them live.
Belial thought exactly that.
The power that had been radiating outward was now compressed into an extremely small range. It was forcibly restrained under his control. With a roar, golden Lightning Magic like a blade connecting heaven and earth split a Rift through the endless darkness.
To the vast black sludge, it was only a tiny wound. Still, some of them were stunned. Wait, he could still fight like this?
Since he could still fight at this point, he could not be allowed to live. They attacked with full force. Black filth mixed with blood-red eyes and countless claws surged toward the golden Great Dragon rising like a sun.
Seeing that these fools had not noticed Sylvia's gravity beam that she had quietly fired earlier, he felt relieved. As everyone knew, the more eyes a creature had, the worse its vision tended to be.
Now, a burning ring of Sun Wheel surrounded Belial. Wherever he passed, the sky was torn open by Rend, leaving scars that did not belong. He ignored the wounds on his body and flew straight toward the deepest part.
Of course, he was not charging blindly into the encirclement. "As expected, these guys are brainless, just letting me rush inside."
Belial looked around at these dim-witted enemies. They were clearly letting him in on purpose, planning a trap. In reality, when an enemy deliberately rushes into your encirclement, there are usually only two possibilities.
Either he does not want to fight anymore and is throwing the game. Or the other option is victory.
The body of the Thousand-Year Dragon King was now stripped down enough that bones were visible. His entire form was nearly pure blazing white. Interestingly, he did not vent his power wildly like a real sun, but deliberately kept it within a circular boundary.
This was preparation. He could sense that these Black Dora were only projections, and even if shattered, they could revive again. Simple destruction was pointless.
For enemies who only knew how to hold controllers, the best method was to cut the network cable. He grinned as the idea settled.
"Since I finally logged into an interesting alt account, I should at least get a good score."
"Now then, get off the console. Signal jammer, on."
The sun that no longer restrained itself revealed its true form. Like a supernova, it lit up almost all surrounding darkness in an instant. The Daylight Divine Kingdom that had already been manifested once appeared again.
It descended once more.
With a furious roar from the Great Dragon trapped in darkness, the grinning Black Dora finally sensed something was wrong. The fully unleashed Thousand-Year Dragon King felt completely different from before. Before, it was just heat that could be endured.
Now, even a touch burned like being turned to charcoal. Countless black sludge masses screamed as the expanding sun incinerated them. Outside, the blazing sun erupted again, sending sword-like light straight at a certain point.