Chapter 47 Final battle, Champions that 'asked' to be killed

strength and power within this world can bring many things to those who are considered truly 'strong.'

Fame, Wealth, Prestige, these are just some of the basic things you can get but because there are different beliefs and other subjects of desire.

Gerun was someone that sought a blood-boiling fight mixed with the contradiction, the dignity of an apex predator.

The white scale was someone that sought freedom of his people and revenge against those that laid waste to his tribe.

*BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!*

Their fist collided again, causing the greenery around them to fly with the shockwaves, making full use of his psychic powers to withstand the relentless exchange between them physically. The psychic would be doing a lot more to Gerun if it weren't for the ongoing pain that was gnawing at his body, mind, and soul!

Biokinesis to support his body, fully pumping it with all of the necessary hormones to make him temporarily numb to it.

With the support of Mikhail, that controlled the amount of damage done to his soul, but even that wasn't enough to help keep it at bay!

"GRRAAAWWRRRR! DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"

The usually calm and stoic White Scale increased his psychic output again as Gerun's body began to move according to his wishes.

The demon lord's right arm plunged itself into his chest, causing a stomach-churning sound of ribs breaking and flesh being ripped viciously as the hand pierced his heart!

Bring a stop to Gerun, who froze and looked at the damage that was done to him.

Blood sprayed the ground shortly after this. That move consumed a large amount of energy, causing White scale to pant as he tried catching his breath and calm in aching mind that was being strained from the sudden over the limit usage and the price of the ritual.

However, the demon lord, who had blood dripping from the sides of his lips, smiled so wildly as he whispered with a chuckle while his bloodthirst filled the surroundings.

"This is it. This is what I have been looking for...!"

He then did something that was very unexpected.

He pulled out some of his ribs then held them in one hand like a stick, no, like a mace would fit better in this situation as the rib quickly took the shape of one with bloody spikes and glowed redder than blood before adding these words with a predatory gaze.

"GIVE ME MORE, WARRIOR!"

Gerun moved even faster than earlier. The mace whistled loudly as it was swung at White Scale's head, the wind following it tore through anything that was a few feet from the spikes, crazily enough, even the demon lord wasn't spared from this!

The psychic dodged the attack via teleportation before taking control of everything within a thousand-meter radius from them, from the natural elements to the stones and rocks underneath them. White scale used everything at his disposal, fully intent on killing Gerun!

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Being a psychic also had perks according to how your mindset was, so in this case, it helped him think of a way to deliver the greatest amount of damage with his limited powers and time!

Ever since earlier, with every collision they had, White Scale setting something up, even when he made Gerun stab himself in the chest with his own hand.

Right now, he was preparing the final ability that required precision and finesse to manifest properly.

With one wrong move, it can mean the death of himself before even doing anything substantial to this monster!

Every stone or rock that touched the demon lord amplified what White Scale had in store for him.

The psychic wanted to store enough energy to take him out in one go, so he was stalling.

Even when the pain that traveled through his body, mind, and soul increased with every second that passed, there was only one shot at this.

But Gerun's attacks only grew even more ferocious with every block and miss that was made, as if he was getting stronger the longer this went on.

All while enjoying this brief moment of a full release of power, The psychic could not block the attacks completely as the damage passed through his defenses and wreaked havoc on his body.

This seemed like a hopeless struggle, at least, until the odd change in the clouds, which quickly darkened enough to make anyone think that the abyss itself suddenly formed above them!

This gave White Scale an idea, one that would work well with his plans.

He invoked his ability that had accumulated enough energy to create something that most N*ruto fans would recognize.

The activated power was from his other specialty, which was Geokinesis, the power to control earth, with the second one that worked well with it, Magnokinesis, the power over magnetism.

With every single piece of the earth around them in a thousand-meter radius, they were given the south polarity with the victim, which was Gerun, the north polarity that had been amplified and would continue to grow until White Scale died.

Yes, he did something that was very similar to Chibaku Tensei, or in English terms, Catastrophic Planetary Devastation!

Using some of the extra magnetism pull within Gerun's body, the demon lord rose from the ground, unable to resist the sudden weightlessness, every single piece of earth that struck him sounded like they had weighed at least a ton!

The demon howled in agony as he was unable to do anything to escape or even defend himself, but the bizarre thing about this, he still had a large smile on his face.

A thunderstorm formed above them, While White Scale, with a grunt, increased the output of Northern polarity as the floating large rock slowly decreased in size due to getting compressed.

Lightning bolts struck down and hit the floating rock. The sparks that it made scattered in reached him as he joined his enemies, screaming in pain until finally, the large rock decreased in size by a meter, and blood spurted out from the gaps.

The floating psychic was still twitching from the pain caused by the thunderstorm that moved into the distance.

His body emitted steam as he was breathing heavily.

Struggling to stay awake to check if Gerun was finally dead, that was how much he hated the demon lord because if there were even a corpse left, he'd rip it apart and feast on it to prevent any future trouble.

But then, Something terrible soon followed the floating rock, it exploded, and a burst of laughter full of joy, full of power echoed out.

A demon that looked like a young boy wielding a mace that was too large for his stature exclaimed.

"GWAHAHAHAHA! After so long! I-I Finally BROKE THROUGH!"

The demonic boy then swung his mace, causing all of the floating rocks that were still trying to attach themselves to him to go flying into every direction, each one of them infused with so much aura that White Scale was unable to block a few that tore through his Psychic Shield like it was made of paper!

The rocks left a gaping hole in his right chest, destroyed his left thigh that was mostly supported by the cracked femur that survived the projectile, and severed his right leg from the knee downward. The white scale was in a bad position as he had barely a minute left before the psychic finally gives out on the price he was enduring!

"I will now be the TRUE DEMON KING!!! AND ALL WILL BOW DOWN TO ME!!!"

Gerun continued his speech before turning to the person that made it possible for him to reach this point, with his mace resting on his shoulder.

"I must thank you for helping me reach my lifetime goal, so as a thank you, I will make you and the rest of your people a part of me!"

He chuckled once more as the psychic was extremely weak right now, making him look down on this enemy that was a useful toy, but now, he needed nourishment, and there was nothing better than someone that was at the 8th tier and the others in the distance would work all the same~

White scale began firing all sorts of elements at the demon lord that drew closer to him. He was not going to give in just like that simply!

He would fight until the bitter end as long as there was a chance the psychic would do what he could, but in his dire moment, a telepathic message reached into his mind, one that was from the master himself yet again.

These were the final orders that he received.

"Hold him there for the next 15 seconds!"

This was more or less within the limit of what White Scale had left.

So with the small amount of energy that remained in his dying body, the psychic made use of the most basic ability of a psychic soldier when the careless 'demon king' came in arm's length of him.

He placed both of his hands on Gerun's temples as his enemy's fist ripped through his chest, causing the lower half of his body to fall to the ground as they both froze in place.

Purple veins bulged out from their heads as they had a momentary battle of minds, which White scale nearly lost, but he had a victorious yet bloody grin as time ticked slowly for the two of them as his voice that turned scratchy from the blood loss and pain that was several times stronger now due to being near the end.

"̴̜̫̺̰̪̝̮͎̬̈́̈́͝Į̶̪͇̯͇̟̗͕̳̪̫̔͛̇͋ ̵̛̛͔̑̈́́͊̾̈́͛͆̆͘̚͝o̵̖̞͌͒̃̑̈͊̐́̊̓n̶̙̫̼̥̲̹͍̞̬̻͔̄̈́̐̽̅ḻ̶̹̦̼̣̳͎͕̣̻͎̹̾̆̎̎̐͑̃͋͜ý̴̫̅ ̶̧̢̖͙̼̭̀͊b̸̨̖͍̖͔̖͇̃ͅō̵̢̢̫͚̹̱̥̪͈͚̉͒̅̒̄̅͝ͅw̴̡̰̺͈͍͚̖̣̪̮̓̀̅ ̷̹̙̻̜̥̱̮̘̱̈́t̸̟̙̙̙͙̗̂̌͆́̃̇̃̀̎̚̚͠͝͠ǫ̶̤̭̤̟͖̱̰̅̅̒ ̷̥̥̩̟̘͓̫̞͑́̐̍̊̾̚m̸̧̝͔̽̋̐̐̑̈́̒̾̇͘͘͝a̷̡̨̪̬̞̙̲̥̱̮͎͑̂͜s̶͇̹͔͉͖̝̣̹͛́̿̅̑͗̆͆̓̋̚͝ͅͅť̸̺͇̟̦̠͎͎̖̰̜̺̀̿̔̾e̵̡̙̭̗̼̘̺͍̍r̵̦̥̈̑̏̂ ̵̖̓̅̈̇̈̈́̋̊́͜Y̸̨̻̩̮̰͇̠̦̟͕̐͛͐̓̈́͂̉͘͝ͅű̶̞̖̹̇́̔͐̐̿̎͛̃̽͝r̸̡̹̬̹̻͂̈̎̓̀̊͒̂̀̀̔̕͝͝i̵̱̞̖̍͋͊͒̀!̵̛̱̙̦̣̜́̈́̉̑̌̈́̏͒̐̉͘!̶̺͇̣͈͔͔̲͉̠̬͚̘̜̺͆̊̋̌͌͑̀͐͑̔͘͜!̴̡̨͉̘͓͙͇̮͙̣͕̲͖̼̽̓͒̑̇̏̀̌̔͒͗͒͜!̸̧̩̥͔͇͕͕͖̍̋́̓̋̌̉̈̇͝͠"̶̨͚̝͙̬̜͖͉̖̩̎̈́

The mantra of his faction helped him keep control and endure for the time needed.

Then a loud sound of some kind of alarm soon followed as eleven large objects landed in their location then everything turned bright as the psychic said this to the demon 'king' that looked at him with a face that was twitching and morphing into one full of unwillingness and anger!

"S̵̨͓̖͇̝̻̓̔̐̉̅̀͗͝ŏ̵̫̖͉͈̪͕̟̹͈̟͙̋̈́̏̾̅̇̓̊̀̆r̷̙͈̠̞̯̦̖̝͍̰̭̍̇̐̀̊̒̎͐͛͆̊̓̉̃ŗ̴̭͖̼̳̤̪͎̜̺̩̦̂̎y̴̙̺͎̣̩̜͉͎̤͉̪̠̮̹͛͆̊̈̑̀͛͌͛̇̍͐̚͘,̵̢̱̟͙̲̻̪̘̜̝̥͌̂́͋̾̇͊͌̚͝ ̴̥̦̟̼͂̍̂̂́̈̽̽̏̀̀̕b̷͕̭̟̠̺̠̟̃̋̾̓͛̓͘͘̚u̶̡̩͕̠̼̞͌͗͆͑̂̇͋̀͊̑̇͗̽̓͂t̸̡͙̺̆̓̆́͆̎͊̅̓̏̚͝ ̴̙̬̮̑̽͂̾͋̆͐͠ͅỵ̴̧̢̢̬̣̝͇́̊͛͐̋͐̒́̃͊̈͗͛̕o̸̬̖̲̙̙̗͚̓͊̾̐͛͊̉̕͘͝u̶̧͎͖̞̬̫̥̞̲̼͐͂͌̑̓͐̾̑͆̾͑ͅͅ'̸̢̡̬̥̹͇͖̝̭̍̈̿͛͐ͅr̸̞͎̤̪̬̚e̶̛̪͎̗͙̺̟̍̍̅͊ ̴̨̰͈̠̗̟͉̠̃c̵͕̤͇͚͆̎͊ơ̸̧̨̲̥̩͙̟͇̯̼̲͔͔͙͍̇̔͂͗̏̏͌̊̅m̶͚̮͖̹͈̯̖͋͛̇i̶͙̙̇̈̄̌̂̒͂̇́̃̍́̊̈n̷͕̼̎̈́̿̎̇̒̊̋͛͆̄͘͝͠ġ̵̛̯͎̊́͋̉̎̐̒̍ ̶͇̼̻̦̹̼̞̥͕͚̓ͅṭ̸̨̼͍̙͈̱̋̈́̈́̈́́̾̽̾́̂̆̚̕ȯ̵̮̠̳̯͖̠̫̯̼̥̹̺͜ͅ ̷̧̥̹͎̳̺̲͓̟̪͗̃͗̈̄̾̑̉̓̔̇͘͜ͅh̵̰̗̲̿͑̔̃̃ȩ̵͐̃́̀̄̔̏̌̚͝l̸͓͉̲͚̒̄̇͗̈̓̍͗̈́͛͂̊̚̕͝l̸̡̝͇͆̆̈̇̊͌̌͋͒̊́̒̀ ̶̢̯̬̱͔̪͚͓̖̳̖̏̏́́͐ͅw̸̡̫͍̳̦̜̑̌͆̍̎̈́͊̚͠ì̴̖͙̻̀̓͑̆̃͘͘̕ẗ̷̢̰̥̺͎́͂̃̊̈́̎̓̈́̍̊̓̀͝h̶̡̳̏̆ ̴͉̹̭̻̭̦͚̹̩̮̈́̈́͜͜m̷̡̩̦̪͚̗̼̮̙̫̽͑ͅë̷̡̡̛̛̮̦̹́̇̆͛̾̊͑̐̎̐͘̚ͅ~̴̡̧͕͙̯̙̱̬͙̆̊̿̌̉͘͜.̷̝̘͍̦̯͉͉̩͔̰͖͑̔̏̓̈́̚͠"

His tone was that of a joking one with a tinge of insanity drowned out the suffering that was at its last phase, Gerun wanted to yell out something, but it was too late.

Eleven nuclear warheads went off in one moment, and they were originally here to wipe out Hammer fist and his enemies.

Still, with the psychic Dominator that amplified his other abilities, Mikhail used it with his telekinesis and sent the nukes to where Gerun was at.

This also meant one more thing.

It was time to wipe out the two Champions that were a threat to his growing kingdom!