The blood-red sky dimmed completely.
A pure, all-consuming black sun slowly took shape before the colossal eye of the Abyssal God.
It was neither light nor dark.
It was the very concept of nothingness.
Wherever it passed, space wailed and time evaporated. Even the chains of causality were ruthlessly erased before that absolute power of finality.
This was the ultimate strike the Abyssal God's projection could unleash.
It intended to reduce this blasphemous mortal, along with the entirety of the already collapsing Eclipse dimension, to absolute nothingness.
The black energy sphere began to slowly descend.
Its speed appeared sluggish, yet it sealed off every avenue of escape across all dimensions.
That power was not merely a physical oppression, but an erasure on a conceptual level—irresistible and inescapable.
On the ground, the projections of the four God Hand members had long since retreated to the very edge of the dimension. A trace of exhaustion lingered on their faces, but it was overshadowed by the joy of soon witnessing their ultimate victory.
In their eyes, Guts was already a dead man.
Facing this ultimate, world-ending strike, Guts slowly closed his eyes.
His body was still covered in cracks, golden blood continuously seeping out, but his will had settled into an absolute calm in this moment.
Had he given up?
No.
He simply needed absolute focus.
Within his mental landscape, a voice echoed.
"Merely harnessing it is far from enough."
"Child, take my power and try to fuse our strengths together."
Under the Emperor's gentle guidance, Guts began attempting to fuse the powers of the five gods.
He would use the power of Magnetic Field Rotation as the binding agent to merge these five magnificent divine forces.
Outside, the black, world-ending energy sphere had already crushed half the sky.
The terrifying pressure felt as though it would completely pulverize Guts.
However, this external, apocalyptic pressure became the perfect catalyst for the fusion of power within Guts's body.
Boom—!!!
The Magnetic Field Rotation power within him, which had already been surging like a raging river, was compressed, ignited, and explosively detonated in this instant.
Nine Hundred and Thirty Thousand Horsepower!
"Crack!"
The fissures on his skin instantly expanded, and his newly formed bones let out groans of overwhelming strain.
It was not enough!
Nine Hundred and Forty Thousand Horsepower!
His muscle fibers snapped inch by inch, while even stronger fibers rapidly regenerated in their place.
He needed more!
Nine Hundred and Fifty Thousand Horsepower!
The barriers of power were smashed through one after another.
Guts felt his body was like a balloon inflated to its absolute limit, ready to completely burst in the next second and turn into the most dazzling dust in the universe.
His consciousness began to blur. He gradually forgot who he was and why he was fighting.
Just at the moment his soul was about to be completely torn apart by this uncontrollably berserk power...
...the golden divine power that had been quietly flowing in the deepest depths of his soul surged once more.
It transformed into an invisible yet indestructible shackle, imprisoning all the power that was on the verge of running rampant.
Immediately after, a grand tapestry slowly unfurled within Guts's consciousness.
He saw it.
He saw countless mortals igniting flames in the despairing darkness.
He saw countless mortals building defensive lines against demons with their very flesh and blood.
He saw countless mortals piloting crude starships, launching courageous charges into the unknown, dark universe.
It was the epic of a species.
It was the anthem of a race called Humanity—never yielding, never accepting defeat.
"Remember."
The Emperor's majestic voice exploded in his soul like a booming temple bell.
"You are human!"
"And before you stands the heresy you must purge!"
Rumble—!!!
Guts suddenly opened his eyes.
Two beams of pure golden light, piercing through everything and seemingly capable of seeing through the origin of the universe, erupted from his pupils.
Having found himself once again, he achieved complete enlightenment.
He was no longer merely borrowing these divine powers. From this moment on, these powers were his own.
They were the proof that he, Guts, with a mortal body, commanded the mighty power of gods.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh—!!!"
A furious roar that echoed throughout the entire dimension, even piercing through dimensional barriers, erupted from the depths of his throat.
The internal barriers within him were once again shattered by his peerlessly berserk will.
That surging, roaring power finally settled firmly at a terrifying realm that would make even gods tremble.
Nine Hundred and Seventy Thousand Horsepower!
At this moment, Guts's body had completely recovered to its original state.
He slowly raised his head, calmly gazing at the world-ending energy sphere that was now close at hand, about to consume everything.
Then, gathering all his power, all his will, and all his enlightenment entirely into his right fist, he unleashed the strongest punch of his life.
In the next frame, Guts's fist violently collided with the black energy sphere.
The entire world plunged into extreme deathly stillness and pallor, as if sound and color had been siphoned away.
A few seconds later.
The dead silence was broken.
"Crack."
An extremely faint yet incredibly clear sound of shattering rang out from within the massive black energy sphere.
Immediately after, that tiny fissure spread like a spiderweb to every corner of the energy sphere in the blink of an eye.
Bang!
The world-ending energy sphere, capable of devouring the entire world, explosively shattered.
And Guts's earth-shattering punch, its momentum undiminished, viciously slammed into the massive Abyssal Eye high in the sky.
"Roar—!!!"
A soundless roar, filled with unwillingness and shock, echoed in the deepest depths of every living being's soul.
The projection of the Abyssal King, representing finality and nothingness, along with the profound dark rift behind it, was smashed to pieces by this single punch.
The Abyssal God's projection vanished completely.
The blood-red sky began to peel away piece by piece.
The ground, composed of countless agonized human faces, could no longer form a single complete visage. The entire dimension fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
Above the battlefield.
Only five figures remained, hovering blankly in midair.
The fanatical expressions on their faces had vanished, leaving only bewilderment and terror.
The projection of a god had actually been obliterated in a single punch by the mortal before them.
No! He could no longer be called a mortal. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this level of power a New God.
Just then, the man floating in the air, surrounded by five-colored divine light, slowly lowered his head.
His eyes, burning with pure golden flames, locked a bone-chilling gaze onto them.
In the next second, Guts teleported right in front of Griffith.
"You..."
Almost instinctively, Griffith activated his authority as a Demon King, wanting to flee the area.
However, Guts extended his right hand and squeezed viciously.
The space around Griffith was instantly sealed shut by an incomparably powerful force field.
Following that, Guts's hand clamped onto Griffith's head.
The Demon King's battle helmet, constructed from abyssal power, was as fragile as a crisp chocolate shell before his strength.
"Crack... Crack..."
The crisp sound of shattering was exceptionally clear on this dead silent battlefield.
The helmet cracked inch by inch, revealing Griffith's face, which was written all over with terror and disbelief.