With the second swing of the sword, another rift extended from before Makiya into the distance. The fabric of space could no longer bear the strain, emitting a sound like a flurry of glass panes shattering.
The third swing followed immediately. Three intersecting spatial rifts, looking like the world's hideous wounds, were imprinted upon the space in front of Makiya.
The world began to tremble. Everything in space was warped and distorted, and time itself seemed to freeze, fixing all things within this singular moment.
The long sword in Makiya's hand erupted with intense light once more. Vast sections of space shattered, the chaotic turbulence triggering a domino effect. The Mirror Dimension, unable to withstand the shock of the Ultimate Sword Art: Spacetime Slash, gradually collapsed.
Makiya stood tall with his sword as the Mirror Dimension crumbled before his eyes. As the spatial isolation vanished, his sense of the Flying Thunder God technique became clear again. He looked around but still saw no sign of the Ancient One.
'She pulled me in for no reason and then doesn't even show herself. What kind of game is she playing?'
As the Mirror Dimension continued to fracture, the real world reappeared. Makiya looked around to find himself back in his original position, as if he had never left.
But everything in the vicinity had changed. The Abomination had somehow finished regenerating and had even found the S.H.I.E.L.D. port through the underground base. During its latest round of physical reconstruction, it had completely lost its sanity and was rampaging wildly.
Of the three Helicarriers, Makiya had shot one down and collected another; only the final mother ship remained in the port. They had intended to take advantage of Makiya's fight with the Abomination to secretly take off and escape, but Makiya's sudden disappearance led the Abomination straight to them.
The fate of the last Helicarrier was predictable. The massive human creation was like a toy before the Abomination; the hard alloy was as brittle as a biscuit, easily snapped in two.
"Roar!" The Abomination bellowed toward the sky, venting the rage it had accumulated from being hammered by Makiya earlier.
A helicopter, apparently unafraid of death, had somehow flown back. It was circling directly above the battlefield, its camera aimed at the Abomination to broadcast the firsthand footage to every household.
"Oh my god, I thought this big guy was on our side!" On the helicopter, the female reporter shouted professionally into her headset.
Her voice sounded hoarse from the constant yelling. "According to our latest reports, the mysterious figure who previously unleashed flames and holy light is linked to the recent virtual reality game. According to insiders, that mysterious individual is suspected to be the true head of Future Technology. Now that the chairman has suddenly disappeared, this beast has gone completely mad. Who will save them..."
"Hey."
Another unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared near the helicopter. The female reporter froze for a second, then looked up to lock eyes with Makiya. A look of intense joy erupted in her eyes. "The chairman is back! This is great! Those poor soldiers are saved!"
The camera was hastily moved away from the Abomination, the lens focusing tightly on Makiya.
"Have you been taking lessons in assumptions?" Makiya looked at her strangely. "Who said I was here to save anyone?"
Without waiting for the reporter to ask anything else, Makiya gave a casual wave. "I'm just here to give you a heads-up. I'm about to launch one hell of an attack. If you don't want to get caught in the blast, you'd better fly further away right now."
"Wait, please..." The reporter's voice was drowned out by the wind as Makiya had already flown away. She patted the side of the fuselage and screamed, "Quick, get closer! I want to interview him!"
"You stupid ass! Are you crazy?" The pilot ignored the reporter's demands. He pulled back on the control stick with all his might, the nose of the helicopter pitching up as he pulled a tight U-turn and fled the battlefield in a panic.
The pilot had no concept of what an "awesome attack" meant, but he knew he only had one life. Even if the reporter promised him a massive bonus, it wouldn't matter; everything took a backseat to staying alive.
Makiya flew above S.H.I.E.L.D., looking down at the rampaging Abomination and the Hydra agents. His eyes were cold. "It's time to end this farce."
Infinite magic surged within his body. Four elemental clusters appeared around Makiya—Light, Dark, Ice, and Fire—arranged in order. The elemental spheres, compressed to the extreme, slowly rotated. The light within them was like the convergence of billions of stars, dazzling and brilliant.
Makiya's body slowly ascended into the high sky, the four energy spheres rising with him. Within his mind, he recalled the maneuvers of the Magic Emperor. Under his control, the energy spheres slowly merged toward the center.
The elemental power, compressed to its limit, was incredibly violent. The heavy pressure seemed to form a massive gravitational pull. Although it was noon, the sky was shrouded in a thick, ink-like darkness that pressed heavily upon the earth, as if the sun's rays had vanished into thin air.
"What is he trying to do?" On the retreating media helicopter, the female reporter swallowed hard as she watched the sky darken.
Only now did she understand what Makiya meant by a "hell of an attack." The power was still accumulating, and it had already changed the weather on such a massive scale before even being launched. What would happen when it was truly released?
The reporter had voiced the question on everyone's mind. Viewers in front of their televisions felt their hearts leap into their throats. The darkening sky on the screen made them uneasy, feeling as if the end of the world was coming in the next second.
The citizens of Washington D.C. were even more panicked. People elsewhere were just watching the excitement, but they were the excitement.
The darkness in the distant sky was visible to everyone. People scrambled out of their homes and into their cars, stomping their accelerators to the floor, wishing they could teleport away instantly.
Then, everyone was stuck in a traffic jam.
People could only get out of their cars and pray where they stood, hoping that the Great King who used holy light wouldn't let the blast catch them, the common folk.
In the secret base, Nick Fury sucked in a breath of cold air. "What on earth is he doing?"
The Level 10 agent, who was usually unfazed by anything, showed a rare expression of panic. The phenomenon on the television was too terrifying. No one knew what was going to happen next, but it was undoubtedly going to be an earth-shattering event.
Fury slumped onto the sofa. The oddly shaped pager in his hand fell to the floor. It was supposed to be his trump card for a desperate turnaround, but now it seemed that even if Captain Marvel returned, she wouldn't be able to handle this. The opponent's strength was clearly on another dimension.
He had originally been planning how to restrict Makiya, but the scene unfolding on the screen made him drop that idea immediately. Restrict? What a joke. Next, he'd have to seriously think about how humanity was going to get along with this god who had descended to the mortal realm.
Fury didn't plan to deal with it anymore. He'd leave that headache for the World Security Council.
The World Security Council was indeed having a headache.
In a high-level conference room somewhere, five figures in formal suits sat solemnly around a large circular table.
If one looked closely, they would see that four of them were holographic projections, while only one was physically present.
"Warning: Dangerous energy source detected above Washington D.C. Warning..."
The artificial intelligence repeated the alarm. The high-tech conference table projected a hologram upward. Makiya's figure, suspended high in the air, was clearly visible. Even the terrifying hum produced by the collision and annihilation of the elements was perfectly clear; the surround sound echoed in the conference room.
The five permanent members of the World Security Council looked at one another in silence.
Above S.H.I.E.L.D., wild winds whistled and rampaged through the dim world, swirling with sand and debris, emitting sharp shrieks like the roars of demons from the depths of hell.
Makiya's straight figure was suspended in the air, his clothes flapping loudly in the tearing wind. His eyes occasionally flicked toward the Abomination below, expressionless.
The Abomination:
Having lost his sanity, he suddenly regained it, looking at the terrifying energy mass in the high sky. He felt that it might have been better not to have regained his mind; this was far too agonizing!
The Hydra agents who had narrowly escaped being hunted by the Abomination stared up at the sky one by one, mouths agape like idiots.
A massive question mark appeared in their hearts. What crime had they committed for God to send such a deity to hunt them down? Was it not just joining Hydra and killing some innocent people? Those high-ranking American officials and capitalists had done plenty of that.
Everything had started with Alexander Pierce. Otherwise, Makiya wouldn't have bothered with the mess between Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. Unfortunately, that guy had already been executed by Makiya, leaving no one to answer the questions of these Hydra members.
Since he had crossed paths with Hydra, Makiya intended to pull them up by the roots to prevent any lingering trouble. This was the annoyance of dealing with the social intricacies of this world.
The four elemental spheres slowly merged. Under Makiya's control, the conflicting elements were forcibly compressed into a massive black-gray energy sphere. A suffocatingly powerful surge of energy was released from the black ball, the internal elements flowing to form a rapidly spinning energy vortex.
This vortex was like the most mysterious and terrifying black hole in the universe, swallowing all surrounding energy. Its interior flickered with an eerie light, appearing to connect to an endless void, radiating an aura that could destroy all things.
Makiya slammed both hands downward, uttering an ancient and obscure syllable. It was an ancient language from the planet Terra in DNF, also known as the Devildom language.
"Doomsday... Oblivion!"
The ultimate skill from the Magic Emperor's second awakening.
The chaotic black sphere expanded continuously, transforming into a massive black hole a hundred meters in diameter. The magic, compressed to its limit on the surface, bloomed with a pure white glow.
The chaotic black sphere crashed toward the ground with an unstoppable momentum. Wherever it passed, space was torn into fine black cracks, within which an eerie light flickered—as if the real world were a wound being ripped open, faintly revealing the void aura from the dawn of chaos.
The black sphere first touched the top of the Triskelion. The incredibly solid building disintegrated instantly under the impact of this powerful force.
Steel and concrete were reduced to dust, and high-tech equipment was annihilated in an instant, vanishing into the wild wind. The tall building looked as if it had been drawn on thin paper, and a god was using an eraser to wipe the building away completely.
The Abomination let out an unwilling roar. In the final stage of his life, Emil Blonsky's consciousness was completely clear. Facing this crushing force, he instantly remembered when he was still an ordinary soldier.
Back then, facing the invincible Hulk, he had felt the exact same way. He hadn't expected that after all his painstaking efforts to obtain the Hulk's power, he still couldn't escape the fate of being crushed by someone else.
Blonsky let out a heart-wrenching roar and proactively leaped high, his fists flailing as he crashed into the chaotic black sphere.
A few ripples appeared on the surface of the black sphere, vanishing in an instant.
The Triskelion had been completely swallowed. The black sphere hit the ground as if a black sun were crashing into the earth. Supernatural power annihilated every substance it touched—whether it was weapons, Hydra members, the broken Helicarriers, or the underground port. All were swallowed and ground away by this force, leaving not a single trace, as if they had never existed in this world.