Chapter 126 : Apex Of War Vs Tyrant Of Corruption

Scene 1 : Titans Clash

The scene opens with an eerie silence. The vast, shattered plane of existence flickers under the strain of godlike power. Himothy stands tall, eyes burning with determination, facing Azrael, whose presence alone seems to warp reality.

Himothy summons the Sword Of War and grips it ready to fight Azrael with all he's got.

Himothy : (gripping the Sword of War) "Enough talk. Let's finish this."

Without hesitation, they lunge at each other, blades clashing and shockwaves rippling through the void. Each strike bends the very fabric of space, but Azrael's superior strength becomes evident as he slowly pushes Himothy back.

Azrael (smirking): "You fight well but I am the Tyrant of Corruption. Your resistance is nothing but fleeting defiance."

Himothy, undeterred, pushes forward, aiming a precise slash. Just as the blade is about to connect, Azrael raises his hand and utters: "Throne of Bones!"

From the ground, 100,000 skeletal warriors rise, their hollow eyes glowing with malevolent light. Each skeleton radiates enough power to obliterate entire universes.

Azrael: "My army of ruin. Watch as they dismantle your hope."

Himothy steps back, calculating, then raises his hand and activates Shadow Summoning. In an instant, 300,000 shadow soldiers materialize, their forms rippling like liquid darkness.

The battlefield explodes into chaos. For 10 grueling minutes, the skeletal warriors and shadow soldiers clash,the Dragon Ball Heroes verse flickering and collapsing around them. Finally, the skeletal army emerges victorious—but only 100 remain.

Himothy, unphased, obliterates the remaining skeletons with a single sweep of his sword.

Scene 2 : Unpredictable Counter

Azrael (appearing behind Himothy): "Predictable." (Activates Iron Fist.)

His fist glows with immeasurable energy as he delivers a devastating punch, sending Himothy flying millions of light-years away, tearing through multiple dimensions.

Azrael raises his hand and chants: "Divide and Conquer!"

The timeline fractures, trapping Himothy in an infinite loop of annihilation. Each cycle ends with Himothy's utter destruction, only for it to begin again.

But then—a roar of defiance echoes through the fabric of reality. Himothy ascends into his final form: The Apex of War. His aura shatters the time loop itself, elevating the battle beyond space and time.

Himothy (eyes glowing with chaotic fury): "Did you really think you could chain me?"

He charges Azrael, Sword of War infused with chaos energy. Activating Pandemonium Drive, Himothy slashes Azrael 100 times, each cut distorting reality itself.

As Himothy prepares for another strike, Azrael catches the blade with one hand, his strength unwavering. He retaliates with another Iron Fist, sending Himothy skidding across the battlefield.

They engage once more, trading blows faster than thought itself. Each punch, each kick, each clash—perfectly equal. Neither gains ground, their strength so balanced it defies logic.

Scene 3 : Clones Vs Warriors

Azrael, narrowing his eyes, activates two more abilities: "Army of Despair" and "Throne of Bones."

200,000 soldiers materialize—100,000 loyal warriors and 100,000 skeletal champions. In response, Himothy summons 500,000 Shadow Soldiers, their presence blotting out the light.

Azrael(chuckles and raises his hand): "Shadow of Authority!"

The tide shifts as Azrael corrupts the shadow soldiers, turning them against their master. Himothy now faces 700,000 enemies.

Without hesitation, Himothy forms a hand sign: "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

1,500 perfect clones appear, each radiating power. The battlefield erupts once more. After a brutal struggle, Himothy's forces emerge victorious. The clones disappear and suddenly—

Azrael, undeterred, closes the distance and lands 95 bone-crushing punches, each blow cracking the very essence of existence. Himothy collapses, bloodied and battered, looking up at Azrael.

Azrael (standing over Himothy, smirking with arrogance): "You fought well… but even the Apex of War bows before corruption."

The scenery fades to black as Himothy clenches his fist, determination burning brighter than ever.

[Narrator's Voice, ominous and grave]

"In the heart of the shattered battlefield, where gods and titans collide, the clash of titanic wills echoes across the void. Himothy, the Apex of War, stands defiant, his every strike an echo of determination. But before looms Azrael, the Tyrant of Corruption—a being whose very presence distorts reality itself.

They fight, not just with strength but with purpose, as the battlefield trembles under the weight of their power. For each swing of the Sword of War, Himothy faces not just an enemy, but the inevitability of his own destruction. And yet, with every blow, he rises again.

Azrael, the harbinger of ruin, watches with cold amusement as Himothy's resolve shatters the very fabric of time. An endless loop of annihilation becomes his prison, but even that is not enough to break his spirit. The Apex of War ascends to new heights, shattering the chains of fate that bound him.

The war rages on, both combatants unyielding. But in this battle, there can be no true victor—not yet. For the end is far from sight, and the tides of war shift with every breath.

With every life lost and every strike landed, the battlefield is marked by both devastation and defiance. For the tyrant, even as his armies rise, cannot comprehend the unrelenting force of a will unbroken.

But as Azrael stands tall, the true test begins—not of power alone, but of the heart. And in that heart, Himothy's fire burns brighter still.

The end of this conflict is not written yet. The battle between the Apex of War and the Tyrant of Corruption rages on, and only time will reveal which force will dominate, for in this war—nothing is certain. Not even victory itself."