A pained, thunderous roar echoed from within the shattered mirror.
Cracks spread across Galactus's body like unbreakable laws, slicing through his armor, carving deep, jagged wounds, and spilling torrents of blood that seemed to seep into reality itself.
In moments, the entire mirror turned a deep, horrific crimson.
"Damn magician!"
His enraged voice shook both the mirrored realm and the real universe.
The next instant, the space‑mirror quaked violently. When it reached a critical threshold, it exploded into glittering dust.
Galactus's massive form forced its way back into reality, his body expanding wildly. Purple‑red lightning surged from his wounds, knitting torn flesh back together and reforging his colossal armor.
If the Grandmaster's transformation into a 10,000‑meter giant had been considered massive, then in comparison to this… he was nothing but an insect.
Those standing within the severed head of the Celestial looked up in utter shock, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
A giant, dozens of times larger than a normal planet, had emerged.
Galactus had revealed his true form—his terrifying, awe‑inspiring, world‑devouring body.
The sheer, ancient oppression he radiated made it difficult to breathe. It was almost incomprehensible that such a being could exist in this universe.
Even the Angel's eyes changed, now showing a flicker of unease.
But at that moment, a faint voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"Nothing more than that."
Russell slowly raised one hand and pushed forward.
The entire Knowhere—the void land—was suddenly pulled into the mirror dimension.
Blazing flames burned in his eyes.
The dimensional transformation technique—one he had taken from Mephisto—was unleashed in full force, channeling an endless surge of divine power.
The next moment, countless bolts of golden lightning erupted from Russell's body, dazzling and overwhelming to behold.
And then—he began to grow.
In a single breath, another giant—larger than a planet—now stood in the void of space.
His bones were forged from death, his flesh from thunder, and his armor from glacial ice.
His blazing eyes shone like twin suns.
Behind him, a black cloak woven from pure fear billowed outward, vast and fathomless like the abyss of the underworld.
This sight was even more staggering than Galactus's own manifestation.
Within the mirror dimension, the Angel's gaze grew ever more fervent.
Those who, moments ago, had been frozen in despair now found their legs giving way beneath them. They collapsed to the ground, staring blankly into space—incapable of thought, consumed only by shock and fear.
Galactus's deafening roar shook the cosmos.
"Dimensional transformation? You… you're the damn Mephisto!!"
It was clear he had once suffered a humiliating loss to Mephisto in another dimension, and the memory sent him into a blind rage.
His vast chest swelled like a mountain. Then, with a sound like a collapsing star, he opened his mouth wide and unleashed a massive column of violent purple energy.
Russell only laughed grimly.
He neither dodged nor summoned any defensive magic.
Instead, he crossed his arms before him, letting his dimensional body absorb the devastating blast head‑on.
Countless streams of plasma erupted in all directions, each droplet powerful enough to annihilate a giant city and bring about an apocalyptic disaster—yet here, they were nothing more than stray sparks, scattered in the heat of battle.
And this… was only a fraction of the power of a singular being.
Russell's eyes blazed with flames, and he laughed coldly.
"Galactus! Is that all you can do?"
Without waiting for a response, he withdrew one arm, hefting his weapon with just his left hand.
Countless bolts of lightning surged from his right, twisting together into a massive thunder spear. With a single, violent motion, he hurled it forward.
A streak of lightning tore across the universe.
In the blink of an eye, it crossed the void and slammed into Galactus's chest.
Boom!
A cataclysmic explosion of thunder erupted, flooding space with blinding white light.
The force of the impact drove Galactus backward despite himself, the energy gathering in his mouth dispersing as a pained roar escaped his lips.
When the glare faded, the once‑impenetrable breastplate—comparable to Vibranium—was shattered and in pieces, revealing charred, scorched flesh beneath. He had been wounded again.
Russell's colossal frame shook the surrounding space as he accelerated forward. In his hands now burned a massive Holy Sword of Fire, its flames licking the void itself, and he brought it down in a brutal swing.
But Galactus showed no fear.
With a flex of his fingers, a barren, lifeless planet materialized in his palm—one he had drained of all life energy and stored aboard his ship.
The instant the Holy Sword descended, the planet exploded in his hand. In a flash, all its matter was restructured: part reforged his shattered breastplate, while the rest shaped itself into ten massive shields, each marked with a jagged "Z"‑like symbol.
Boom!
The sound wasn't transmitted through air—it was the raw force of their collision. The shock rippled through the surrounding space like waves across water, distorting reality itself.
The floating wreckage of Sanctuary I was instantly pulverized into subatomic particles by the rippling shockwave.
Inside the mirror dimension, some onlookers nearly fainted from terror. Even with space itself isolating them from the true battlefield, they still felt as though they could be annihilated at any moment by the fight's aftermath.
In reality, Russell wasn't surprised his blow hadn't broken through.
This Galactus wasn't weakened enough by hunger to be entirely helpless.
But…
That didn't matter.
Russell let the Holy Sword's flames vanish from his grip.
Instead, an unseen force began gathering in his palm.
In this deep, starless void, the only light came from his blazing eyes, burning like twin suns.
Then—suddenly—the universe grew dark.
Not because the flames in his eyes had gone out… but because the light itself was being bent, twisted, pulled toward him, unable to escape, drawn into the center of his palm.
And then… it appeared.
A small, perfectly black sphere surrounded by a thin halo—a black hole—manifested in Russell's hand.
This was the power of the electromagnetic force, one of the four fundamental forces of the universe, bent entirely to his will.
He shaped it, compressing its power until it was like a dense, gel‑like orb.
Inside the mirror dimension, the spectators were frozen like statues, their understanding of reality shattering before their eyes. Some went completely mad, their minds unable to withstand the mere sight of combat at this scale.
Russell's lips curled into a predatory grin. He held the black hole aloft… and slammed it toward Galactus.
"Block this again!"
The moment the black hole touched the shields Galactus had formed, they began to disintegrate, melting away like ice under a scorching sun.
Matter was shredded into its smallest components, then swallowed whole into the singularity.
In seconds, the shield's structure collapsed entirely.
Russell closed the distance in an instant, pressing the black hole directly against Galactus's face.
A roar of agony tore through the void.
Flesh and blood vaporized, bones crumbled, and strands of dark red tissue were drawn into the swirling blackness, vanishing without a trace.
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