Chapter 97
The battlefield trembled as Chris soared into the sky, evading the relentless chains that sought to bind him in place. He could feel the weight of inevitability pressing against his chest, the realization that their chances of survival were dwindling to nothing.
Yet, there was no fear in his heart.
Instead, there was a strange sense of peace.
A quiet resolve settled in him as his eyes glowed with purple fire, his body pulsing with the overwhelming power of destruction. He had always known that they were walking a dangerous path, but now, at the edge of oblivion, he could not regret the journey.
'Master, I had fun.'
The thought lingered in his mind as he prepared to unleash everything.
Calamitous Fire Lurking in the Earth
A tiny flame sphere formed in his palm—so small, so harmless-looking, yet infinitely dense with compressed destruction. The air around it distorted, space itself trembled, as Chris sent the fireball hurtling toward Reisi's frozen barrier.
The moment it made contact—
The world burned.
A devastating wave of fire erupted outward, swallowing the barrier in its entirety, the ice struggling to resist before being utterly consumed in a blaze of pure annihilation.
The heat was so intense that even the frozen landscape melted, steam rising in thick waves as Reisi's defenses crumbled for the first time.
Yashiro saw his chance.
Dodging the enemy's attacks with impossible speed, he leaped forward, his body glowing with an unnatural light as he gathered the raw power of the planet itself.
Drought
A pulse of heat radiated outward, counteracting the cold dominance of the Blue King, tilting the battlefield's balance back toward neutrality.
Then—
He charged forward, channeling every ounce of his strength into a single, apocalyptic blow.
Armageddon
A blinding white energy consumed him as he dashed toward the heart of the Blue Army, dodging their desperate counterattacks, moving with the force of a planetary collision.
And when he struck—
The world shattered.
It was as if the very foundation of the battlefield cracked beneath the force of his impact. A titanic explosion sent shockwaves across the entire landscape, the ground breaking apart, soldiers being flung into the air like dust before a storm.
Even Reisi, for the first time, was visibly shaken, his perfect composure faltering. The sheer destructive force of the last two attacks was far beyond expectations.
He moved quickly, raising his hand to seal the damage, but before he could fully recover—
Goenitz finally made his move.
The silent observer who had been waiting, who had been watching the battlefield unfold, now acted with deadly precision.
Harnessing the rampaging winds of Storm, he gathered their chaotic energy into something far more terrifying—
True Eight Maidens: True Form of Cruelty
With an eerie calmness, Goenitz vanished, teleporting high above the battlefield.
There, in the sky, he created a drill made of wind.
But this was no ordinary wind.
The sheer magnitude of the attack was visible from space—a spiraling vortex of destruction, the size of a city, composed of winds moving at near-light speed.
If not contained, the very world itself might have collapsed under the pressure of its existence.
Goenitz focused everything into a single point, condensing the force, the speed, the curses laced within the winds, until it became a weapon of absolute destruction.
Then, just as the drill began its deadly descent—
Divine Judgment
A searing light streaked through the heavens.
White-hot lightning fell from the darkened sky, striking with a force that dwarfed all other attacks, an attack so powerful that it seemed to come from the judgment of the immortals themselves.
The battlefield was now at the brink of total devastation.
And yet—
At the heart of it all, standing in the midst of the chaos, was Reisi Uzumaki.
His eyes hardened as he slowly drew his saber.
A single word left his lips—
"Ice Age."
The moment he spoke, everything changed.
A pulse of absolute cold spread outward from his body.
Time itself seemed to stop.
The raging winds halted, the flames vanished, and the lightning froze mid-descent—all existence trapped in suspended stillness.
The battlefield turned into a frozen wasteland, every trace of movement, energy, and destruction simply erased.
Return to Nothingness
Reisi's gaze was unwavering as he prepared to end it all.
Yet—
Just before the freezing force could consume them, a radiant white light burst forth.
The battlefield was bathed in divine purity.
The attack dispelled the freezing curse, saving his comrades, erasing everything else in its wake.
For a moment—
A still silence filled the battlefield.
It seemed as though the battle had reached a standstill.
But that was merely an illusion.
It was only the beginning… of their fall.
Reisi appeared in front of Yashiro.
No warning. No hesitation.
With a single slash of his saber, Yashiro's body was cleaved in two.
Time slowed as the shock registered, his powerful form severed so cleanly that for a brief moment, it seemed unreal.
Then—
The rest followed.
One by one, Reisi moved through the battlefield, his sword a blur of absolute precision.
Chris.
Shermie.
Goenitz.
Each was cut in half, their bodies frozen the instant the blade touched them.
Their healing factors, their divine defenses, their regenerative abilities—all blocked.
There was no scream.
No final words.
Only the sound of shattering ice as their bodies crumbled into frozen fragments, reduced to nothingness.
The battlefield… fell silent.
The once furious storm of battle had been reduced to a graveyard of ice, where only one king stood victorious.
And now—
He turned his gaze toward the last remaining warriors.
For the first time in countless millennia, Orochi felt pain.
As he stood there, frozen in place, his mind struggled to comprehend the agony tearing through his soul. He had watched his friends, his servants—his chosen—fall one by one, their bodies shattered into nothingness by the cold and merciless blade of Reisi.
It was a feeling he had not known in eons.
A feeling he had long believed to be a relic of a bygone era.
Yet now, in this very moment, he understood.
It was not pain.
It was fury.
His fingers clenched into trembling fists as something primal awakened deep within him.
A whisper, quiet at first, rose into a deafening roar within his soul.
'I can't forgive this.'
A violent shockwave exploded from his body as his blue seals turned crimson, their serene glow tainted by rage. His blackened eyes burned with unfathomable hatred, swirling with a power long suppressed.
And then—
"I WILL NOT FORGIVE THIS INJUSTICE!"
Orochi's roar tore across the battlefield, the very sky trembling at his words.
In that instant, the power he had bestowed upon his fallen comrades—Chris, Yashiro, Shermie, and Goenitz—returned to him.
But it was not as it was before.
It was stronger.
The power that once belonged to them had evolved, refined through their sacrifice, and now surged into Orochi's being like a tidal wave of divine retribution.
As Reisi prepared to deliver the killing blow to Storm, a crimson blur suddenly appeared.
BANG!
Orochi's foot—glowing red-hot with condensed destruction—collided with Reisi's chest.
The impact was unlike anything the battlefield had ever seen.
The sheer force behind it rivaled the devastation of Armageddon itself, sending Reisi hurtling backward, the shockwave splitting mountains and shattering space itself.
But Orochi was not done.
Before Reisi could even process what had happened, Orochi vanished—
—only to reappear behind him.
A colossal sphere of black lightning crackled into existence, its power dense enough to rip apart the very fabric of reality.
Orochi thrust his palm forward, aiming to erase Reisi from existence.
Reisi had barely a fraction of a second to react.
He vanished in a flash of light, teleporting away just as the electric orb detonated, carving a gaping void into the battlefield.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Reisi made his next move.
The battlefield had been prepared.
Through the course of the fight, Reisi had meticulously been carving a grand seal into the earth, an ancient Fuinjutsu technique of unparalleled potency.
Now—
He activated it.
Seal of Absolute Time
A vast blue sigil engulfed the entire battlefield, stretching for miles in every direction.
In an instant, time came to a halt.
Everything within the circle was frozen, locked in an unbreakable temporal stasis—except for Reisi.
A perfect, unavoidable trap.
Or so it should have been.
Yet—
Orochi moved.
Reisi's eyes widened for the first time as he witnessed the impossible.
Orochi—completely unaffected.
With nothing but sheer willpower, Orochi shattered the time-lock, reality itself bending to his wrath.
Before Reisi could attempt another attack, Orochi reached for Storm and—
Vanished.
He had ripped through space itself, sending Storm into the Realm of Immortals, beyond Reisi's reach.
Now, standing alone before his enemy, Orochi knew what had to be done.
Return to Nothingness—Final Form
A blinding white light began to rise from Orochi's form.
But this time, it was different.
He was burning away his very existence.
Life. Soul. Essence. Everything.
All in exchange for one single act of vengeance.
Reisi realized the danger too late.
Orochi detonated his very being, unleashing a cataclysmic wave of erasure that spread outward in all directions, an attack so potent that even Reisi's eternal concept struggled to resist.
For the first time, Reisi felt the sting of mortality.
Even with all of his power, even with his unshakable control—
He was being erased.
As his form began to fade, Orochi did not despair.
Instead, he felt peace.
As the light consumed him, a final thought drifted through his mind—
"I apologize for going away so soon, my lord. I hope we will meet again on a happy note."
And then—
He was gone.
There was no body.
No trace.
No remains.
Only a vast emptiness, as though he had never existed at all.
The battlefield—once a stage of immense power and destruction—was now silent.
Orochi's ultimate sacrifice had wiped away everything—
Yet, in doing so, he had proven something.
Even in death—
He had defied the absolute.