Above the blood-red sky, the massive eye formed from pure malice and ultimate nothingness began to seethe with anger.
A mere mortal dared to return the god's majestic gaze with such extreme arrogance.
This in itself was a blasphemy.
"What an interesting... existence."
The grand consciousness, formed by countless overlapping voices, echoed through the collapsing alternate dimension. Only this time, a trace of icy killing intent laced the words.
"But this ends here."
The wrath of a god descended.
Deep within the rift, the pupil of the massive eye suddenly contracted.
A beam of pure black light shot forth—a color impossible to describe, as if it had completely devoured all the light in the world.
Wherever the beam passed, the laws of space were completely erased, and the concept of time was ruthlessly evaporated.
It was not an energy attack, but the manifestation of a 'concept'.
It was 'malice'. It was 'termination'.
It was the absolute end that all things in creation could never escape.
Facing this strike that was capable of completely obliterating even a god, Guts did not dodge.
He did not even block.
He simply stood there quietly, allowing the black beam containing the concept of 'termination' to slam squarely into his chest.
In the next second, Guts's chest—tempered by Nine Hundred Thousand Horsepower and comparable to immortal Divine Metal—silently vanished under the illumination of the black beam.
A massive, perfectly smooth hole, piercing straight through from front to back, appeared in his chest.
Through that gaping void, one could even see the blood-red earth behind him, formed from countless faces of agony, which was also continuously collapsing.
High above, contemptuous sneers appeared on the faces of the four God Hand members.
'Foolish mortal. No matter what kind of powerful strength you have obtained, in the face of our Lord's absolute authority, you are ultimately nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.'
However, their sneers lasted for less than a second before completely freezing on their faces.
They watched as Guts slowly, ever so slowly, lowered his head.
He glanced at the massive hole in his chest. Not only was there no expression of pain on his face, but he actually revealed a hint of... enjoyment.
"I see," he said hoarsely, a sigh of satisfaction in his voice. "So this is the power of authoritative erasure?"
"It's truly... fantastic!"
The moment his words fell, Nurgle's merciful and generous blessing activated.
Countless slender, tough green tendrils radiating vibrant life force frantically sprouted from the edges of the massive wound.
Like the most masterful weavers, they rapidly intertwined, tangled, and fused.
Veins, bones, flesh, and organs.
All the bodily tissues erased by the power of 'termination' were recreated under this immortal, majestic life force.
In just a single breath.
That massive hole was completely restored to its original state.
The newly formed skin was even tougher than before, shimmering with an immortal golden-green radiance.
And Guts could clearly feel that after taking the Abyssal God's strike head-on, the power within his body hadn't suffered any depletion; instead, it had become... even stronger.
The sensation of being injured acted like the sweetest, strongest liquor, stimulating his body to grow even more powerful.
Boom!
A berserk and scorching blood-red battle intent explosively erupted from Guts's body.
The magnetic field power within him, as if injected with brand-new fuel, began to boil and surge at an even more terrifying speed.
"Roar!"
Guts threw his head back and unleashed a roar more terrifying than any Apostle, then took the initiative to charge straight at the Abyssal God high above.
"An attack of this level can't kill me!"
"Come! Give me more!"
The moment Guts rushed into the sky, several invisible threads woven from Causality appeared out of thin air, wrapping toward his limbs and bones.
Those were the shackles of fate.
Once entangled, not even a god could hope to break free.
However, Guts's figure executed a series of unimaginable twists and evasions in midair.
His body seemed to possess no bones, moving in a posture that transcended the laws of physics to precisely dodge the entanglement of every thread of Causality.
Tzeentch's wisdom, which saw through all things, allowed Guts's Perfect Compatibility to evolve once again.
He didn't even need to look, didn't even need to sense.
His body and his combat instincts had already predicted the trajectories of all attacks in advance.
It was like having the gift of foresight.
"Damn it!"
Slan, the Demon King of Desire, let out a piercing shriek as a giant maw filled with fangs tore open on her alluring projected body.
An invisible mental shockwave, capable of causing a soul to completely collapse, blasted toward Guts's mind.
But this time, what she faced was the backlash from Slaanesh's will.
The moment that mental shockwave touched the barrier of Guts's will, it was rebounded by an even more depraved and obscene power.
"Ah—!"
Slan's projection let out a scream of terror. Her figure began to turn pink and she started writhing continuously in place.
As the battle raged on, the powers of the four Chaos Gods were also awakened one after another.
Khorne's wrath, Nurgle's immortality, Tzeentch's cunning, and Slaanesh's depravity.
The four types of corruption from the Evil Gods of Chaos clashed madly within Guts's body, seemingly intent on enslaving his soul.
But right at that moment, a supreme golden light brilliantly flared from the deepest depths of his soul.
That was the power of The Emperor.
It was the most resilient, unyielding, and glorious light of humanity belonging to the human race.
Under the suppression and harmonization of this power, those four inherently conflicting chaotic divine forces were perfectly fused into Guts's own strength.
(Inside Guts's body: The Golden Old Man was currently pinning down the four Chaos Gods and beating them up.)
Rumble—!!!
Amidst the stormy barrage of attacks from the Abyssal God and the four God Hand members, Guts's power did not diminish; instead, it increased.
The barrier leading to a higher realm was shattered beneath his berserk will.
Nine Hundred and Ten Thousand Horsepower!
"Break... for me!"
Accompanied by a furious roar, Guts threw a punch.
The pure physical force formed a visible shockwave that slammed solidly into the massive projected eye of the Abyssal God.
The entire alternate dimension trembled violently as the giant eye began to shake.
A mortal's fist had shaken a god.
"Bug! You... have angered me."
The grand voice echoed once more. Above the blood-red sky, the massive rift was torn even wider by an even more majestic force.
More of the Abyssal God's true power began to frantically pour into this collapsing alternate dimension.
Its projection became increasingly solid and massive.
That terrifying coercion stemming from a higher tier of existence climbed steadily, as if seeking to thoroughly grind all presence within this space into fine dust.
However, this was exactly what Guts wanted.
The stronger the opponent, the greater the pressure; the greater the pressure, the faster the progress; the faster the progress, the stronger he became; the stronger he became, the weaker the opponent became.
Therefore, Guts's Astounding Wisdom told him: the stronger the opponent, the weaker the opponent!
"Hahahaha!"
Guts let out a hearty, unbridled laugh.
"Bring it on!"
An unprecedented battle unfolded.
Every time the god's projection swung its tentacles, it triggered the collapse of the space's laws.
And every one of Guts's punches contained the absolute power to shatter stars.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ultimate collisions drove this already fragile alternate dimension toward complete destruction.
Amidst this maddening exchange of power, Guts could clearly feel his body and soul rapidly growing stronger.
That extreme euphoria of continuously growing stronger on the brink of life and death left him completely intoxicated.
The desire for battle had been deeply carved into his soul.
"It's not enough!"
"Give me more!"
Boom—!
Nine Hundred and Twenty Thousand Horsepower!
The shackles of power were once again savagely broken through by him.
In the distance, the four God Hand members, who had long since retreated to the edge of the battlefield, realized in horror that they were completely unable to intervene in the battle before them.
The shockwaves generated by the frantic collisions between the man and the god had even begun to threaten the existence of their projections.
If they got any closer, there was a risk of being completely torn apart by that storm of power.
"What... what kind of monster is this!"
They couldn't understand.
Why could a mortal possess such terrifying power that seemingly had no limits?
"I'm not done yet!"
Guts let out a roar, gaining the upper hand in this battle for the first time.
His fists, like an impenetrable rainstorm, began to completely suppress the Abyssal God's attacks.
One punch, two punches, three punches!
The iron fists, containing Nine Hundred and Twenty Thousand Horsepower, beat the massive projected eye into a steady retreat, causing it to wail continuously.
The horn of counterattack had been blown.
But Guts knew that this was far from over.