The magnetic field power surged rapidly within Guts's body.
Two Hundred and Fifty Thousand Horsepower!
Two Hundred and Eighty Thousand Horsepower!
Three Hundred Thousand Horsepower!
Magnetic Field Rotation at Three Hundred Thousand Horsepower!
Propelled by this unprecedentedly powerful force, Guts's consciousness was elevated once again.
He *saw* it.
He saw a higher, more fundamental dimension.
He saw behind the four lofty God Hand members, deeper within that distorted space.
Several massive, writhing, blood-red phantoms that defied all description—entities that would drive a mortal completely insane with just a single glance.
It seemed that those were their true bodies.
Feeling this world-destroying power within him, Guts knew it still wasn't enough!
"Not enough."
A low roar tore from his throat, his voice as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper grinding together.
"It's still not enough!"
He no longer passively endured the fury that threatened to burn his soul to ash.
Instead, he began to actively harness it, embracing it and turning it into fuel to climb toward an even higher realm.
The negative emotions that had once caused him unbearable agony now became his purest, most potent source of power.
"Stronger! Even stronger!"
Boom—!
The realm of Three Hundred Thousand Horsepower was instantly shattered, and the surging power showed no signs of stopping.
Three Hundred and Fifty Thousand Horsepower!
Three Hundred and Eighty Thousand Horsepower!
Four Hundred Thousand Horsepower!
A brand-new, terrifying power—one capable of making gods and demons flee—erupted within him.
The overwhelming force began to violently reconstruct his body.
Crack... crack...
His fractured and dislocated bones were instantly forced back into place by a powerful matter-manipulation ability, healing frantically at a speed that defied the laws of nature.
The newly formed bones took on a faint golden hue. Their density and hardness surpassed any divine artifact in history.
His muscles and fascia were completely torn apart, only to reconstruct in the blink of an eye into a far tougher, denser structure.
Every muscle fiber knotted together into a substance thousands, even millions of times stronger than the toughest dragon sinew.
Wisps of faint golden light began to seep through his skin, illuminating his weather-beaten body like an immortal divine statue.
A profound realization welled up in his mind.
Longevity.
Immortality.
Having reached this realm, he had transcended mortality, breaking free from the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.
His lifeform had evolved into an entirely new dimension.
As long as this power remained unextinguished, his life would be near eternal.
From now on, he was invulnerable to blades and spears, impervious to water and fire.
In the blood-red sky, the four God Hand members—who had always viewed everything as a mere theatrical play—could no longer sit still.
They no longer saw the Guts below as just a slightly sturdy toy.
That power, which had broken free from causality and transcended fate, made them feel threatened.
A genuine threat stemming from the very source of their being.
The mortal before them was no longer a pawn on a chessboard.
He had become an opponent that had to be eliminated.
On the stitch-covered face of the leader of the God Hand, the third eye that had always been tightly shut slowly opened.
Void, the demon king who governed space and causality, decided to strike personally to erase this anomaly that had strayed from the script.
He slowly extended a single finger.
That finger was withered and slender, as if devoid of any flesh and blood.
At its tip, a tiny, purely black speck of light quietly formed.
In the next second, a black beam of light containing immense power shot out from that speck.
Wherever the black beam passed, all matter was instantly vaporized, leaving behind a linear trajectory of absolute nothingness.
Facing this divine technique capable of erasing all existence, Guts neither dodged nor evaded.
He simply raised his head. His will, burning with golden flames, condensed behind him, faintly reflecting the phantom of a great white shark.
Then, he threw a vicious punch.
Four Hundred Thousand Horsepower! Killer Whale Overlord Punch!
BOOM—!!!
The berserk punching force violently collided with the black beam of light.
The two powers devoured and annihilated each other.
The entire alternate dimension of the Eclipse trembled violently from the impact.
Bottomless ravines split open across the distorted earth.
The blood-red sky, like fragile glass, was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
After a mere second of stalemate.
*Crack.*
A faint shattering sound echoed, and then the black beam of light fractured inch by inch.
Finally, it was completely blown apart by that fist enveloped in golden light!
The berserk energy shockwaves spread wildly in all directions. Guts's already tattered clothes instantly turned to ash.
He stood in place, bare-chested. On his power-reconstructed body, there was not a single scar.
The newly born demon king Femto (Griffith) was holding the mentally broken Casca with one hand.
He, too, was deeply shocked by the power Guts was displaying.
That power was tyrannical, overbearing, and completely unreasonable—it even surpassed him, who had just ascended to demonhood.
Guts slowly lowered his fist, feeling the mighty power still surging relentlessly within him even after clashing head-on with a God Hand.
But it still wasn't enough.
The fury in his heart—the monstrous hatred demanding he utterly crush Griffith and damn him for all eternity—was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, urging him on, craving an even more extreme power.
'How could merely matching them be enough?'
'What I want is to completely crush you, to utterly destroy you!'
"I can be even stronger!"
"Aaaarrrggghhh—!!!"
Guts looked up at the sky once more and let out a roar that shook the entire dimension.
His newly grown long black hair moved without wind, standing on end like wildly dancing black flames.
His body began to float slowly upward, seemingly out of his control.
An aura even more terrifying and profound than before began to brew within him, like the dead silence before a storm's descent.
The immense magnetic field power had already distorted the gravity around him.
Rubble, debris, and even the corpses of Apostles began to slowly orbit him.
He had become a center of gravity.
That staircase of power leading to a higher realm was once again viciously shattered by his berserk will!
Magnetic Field Rotation at Five Hundred Thousand Horsepower!
RUMBLE—!!!
At this moment, his body completely finished its ultimate metamorphosis.
Every single cell seemed to transform into a miniature sun.
Endless power surged through his limbs and bones, roaring deep within his soul.
His black hair danced wildly.
Terrifying golden lightning shot out from his eyes.
At this moment, he looked like a martial god stepping out of primeval myth, descending to the world to enact divine punishment.
Having felt the berserk power within him, Guts slowly raised his head. His pitch-black eyes calmly looked at Griffith floating in the air.
"Griffith."
Guts's voice contained boundless killing intent.
"I will definitely... beat you to death!"
Griffith gasped, "Impossible!"