Ricky swung his sword at Blazer, and this white steam came out of his mouth.
He had no restraints, and it looked as if he hadnât learned the sword as he randomly wielded it. However, it was just like that on the surface alone.
Blazer clicked his tongue at the attacks.
âHe has excellent management of his power.â
Every time he swung his sword, invisible chaos flew toward him. They werenât just simple attacks. They were ones that could cause fatal injuries.
Blazer countered the falling sword attack and moved toward Ricky.
Chaos rose, and he aimed for Rickyâs stomach.
âItâs not easy to get access.â
His holy power blocked it, and Blazer had to retreat back.
âGrrrrr!â
Ricky roared like a beast again. It was a look that matched well with what could be described as âChaos.â
âJamie Welton is smart.â
Ricky certainly didnât get along very well with Blazerâs nature. It was the same with using chaos, and it was the same with pushing in violently.
Compared to the information about Blazer, Rickyâs preparations were perfect.
This made him smile.
When was the last time he got to fight like this?
He couldnât even remember it. Since he turned into a God from an Apostle, he had never had a good fight.
âIt feels good.â
Blazer looked at Ricky rushing at him.
He was crude, like an animal or a beast, and was approaching with swift movements.
The surrounding land and sky were scarred as if they had been clawed out. Jumping high and wielding the sword of chaos, he looked more like a devil.
âWonderful.â
He was born as the Apostle of Pyro, and now that he had inherited her true power, he was now the second-generation God of Mercy and Punishment.
Plus, he was Jamie Weltonâs undead.
He made those two powers completely his own. The things that could never be mixed together gathered and were reborn as chaos.
One couldnât help but be surprised. He was buried because of the talent Jamie Welton had, but he was a monster too.
âBut the opponent is me.â
Obviously, it was correct that Ricky should have the upper hand, but that was only based on what everyone knew.
There was information that not everyone knew about.
Jamie Welton thought Ricky was the right person, and he was right. Ricky truly had the potential to stop Blazer if he didnât step out himself.
But that was all.
Blazer dodged Rickyâs attack with ease and said,
âI am the Flame God and the Apostle of the Sun God.â
âKuaaak!â
Ricky screamed in anger and swung his sword again. The storm of chaos couldnât crush the land, but it destroyed all the surrounding mountains.
Meanwhile, Blazer stood with a calm look in the midst of the flesh-tearing storm.
âNow, one cannot be reached. Just chaos.â
Rickyâs sword reached Blazerâs neck.
At that moment, Blazerâs body glowed.
And it wasnât just his eyes that were shining.
Rickyâs eyes widened.
Chiiik!
The blade began to melt. A tremendous amount of flame radiated out.
Judging that it was very dangerous just to be nearby, Ricky immediately increased the distance.
âThe universe doesnât only consist of chaos and empty voids.â
Everything melted.
He was just standing there, but everything started to lose its place and disappear.
âStrong.â
Blazer reached out.
Ricky saw the sword rise in the air.
It wasnât just the sword. The hand that was holding the sword was also with it.
He lowered his gaze to the right.
âYou were lucky. But I never miss twice.â
Rickyâs body burst. A tremendous amount of energy exploded.
It was a power that was enough to make 100 kilometers of land go extinct.
Even with that scale, he had compressed his power to the point where it was just enough to kill Ricky. The light faded, and Blazer could now be seen.
He staggered with a very weary face and stumbled to one knee.
âIt is hard to endure after using it consecutively.â
âStrengthâ was a part of the power Ra had given him. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to call himself a God, but it was still a tough power to deal with.
The universe was basically made of four directions, and Strength was the most powerful of them all.
And since it had limitations, it was impossible to use it perfectly.
It was for the same reason that Ricky couldnât rule the power of chaos. Unless one was an Absolute, it was impossible to handle the source of power that came from the universe.
âIn addition, my incomplete descent also played a role.â
If he had perfectly descended into the land, he wouldnât have felt exhausted like this.
AnywayâŚ
âThis much will do.â
Blazer turned around. He used two hits.
No matter how much chaos he would use, he couldnât survive against that.
If he went back to the battle now, everything would end. This war was a victory for Blazer.
âPhewââ
It was then.
He heard a sound that he shouldnât have heard from behind, and this made Blazer stop.
He couldnât look back. It wasnât possible.
The explosion should have caused his body to explode.
âI almost⌠died.â
An eerie voice came into his ears. He wondered if it was just an illusion, but he wasnât stupid enough to not tell the difference.
This was a real voice.
But Blazer still couldnât believe it. However, once he turned around and looked at the owner of the voice, he frowned.
There was this pitch-black thing that was wriggling.
It was like a charred meat cube that was groaning, and then something white began to come out.
It was shaped like a hook.
Then similar things appeared. Besides that, there were these stick-like things that were connected to each other like a cluster of hooks.
It seemed like even if he knew a lot of things in the world, he didnât anymore.
âBone.â
It was the spine and ribs.
The black mass was the skin that had been burned. It was wriggling in the grossest way possible to form a human shape.
Only then did Blazer realize it.
âUndead.â
He was subordinate to his owner and lived until his owner died.
Blazer raised his hand to strike it but then lowered it again.
He judged it to be pointless. And before anyone knew it, Ricky had returned unscathed.
His armor had also been restored to its original state, but it seemed like a piece connected to his soul.
âIt hurts, you fucking jerk.â
ââŚâ
Listening to Rickyâs sarcastic remarks, Blazer raised his sword again.
âReally, what a terrible match.â
Blazer had the power to destroy everything, and Ricky would never die. It was a battle between a spear and a shield.
The problem was that the spear got blocked once, revealing the strength of the shield.
Blazer laughed absurdly. And then he stopped laughing as he mumbled,
âEven if you donât die, you will fall from exhaustion.â
Holy power wrapped around the great sword.
It seemed like the blade itself would melt, but since it was a sword made from the fragments of the pillar, there was no way it would melt.
âIt will be a long fight.â
He sighed and threw himself at Ricky.
Ricky also charged forward, creating chaos.
âIt looks like this will be the final battle.â
âWith your defeat, you mean.â
Holy power and chaos collided in the air.
The atmosphere began to get torn apart by their clashes.
âThe land and sky are splitting open.â
Ann gulped as she looked at the scene, which could be clearly seen even from a distance.
There, Ricky and Blazer were fighting. Even though they were thousands of kilometers away, the aftermath of their fight could be felt from where they were.
Seeing that the fight wouldnât end easily, it seemed that the difference between the two Gods was too great.
Then their fight now will be important.
âHow much is the rate of causality?â
âIt went past 70%!â
Even though a large part of the causality rate was used to bring Ricky down, it filled up with tremendous speed.
At this rate, it seemed like they would hit 100% within a couple of hours.
Then, it would be possible to release the power of the Black Tower.
âAre the reinforcements still there?â
It wasnât just the allied races that could move. There were still many others they could use from the Black Tower.
If only they could reach this place, they could handle the situation better.
âItâs probably the same case for the enemies.â
The enemy might also judge that this was their final step in the battle, so they would send their standing troops to this place.
Their number would far exceed one million, and the forces of the Black Tower would still have a lower headcount.
Still, they wouldnât lack in terms of quality.
âIt is said that the army led by Miss Anna is marching!â
âThe 6th troops, including the Captain, are also on their way here!â
âThe warp has been installed and completed. The 1st and 2nd troops will come over here immediately.â
âThe 3rd troops, which marched in advance, had encountered the allied forces of <Arisha>, and a battle has begun!â
The entire continent was now a battlefield.
Ann looked up at the sky. Unlike the battle below, it was blue.
It was a little strange that there were explosions in every direction, yet the sky was bright. It was probably because the shock waves from the collisions were blowing away the dust that had gathered in the sky.
âLennon is doing well.â
Lennonâs body was in flames, and he was fighting against a Master class enemy.
Meanwhile, Sieg was trying to block the enemies as much as he could to keep them from coming to Annâs side.
âLennonâs father is also taking good care of me from behind.â
She didnât know why he wasnât fighting alongside Lennon, but she could see these red lotus flowers blooming in the distance.
In the sky, the dragonâs breath could be seen overwhelming the enemies. The Rans showed off their powerful strength as they pierced into the enemy camp without hesitation; the high elves supported their allies with the spirits and their magic, while the Valkyries also used their own skills.
âThis is a lot.â
She tried to arrange it all, but in the end, there was nothing but a mess here. To be honest, it was difficult to distinguish between allies and enemies.
Everyone was entangled and preoccupied with killing one another. It all felt so hazy to look at.
But everyone was doing their best.
Whether they had the advantage or not, they faced their enemy without fear of death.
âSo beautiful.â
It wasnât an expression suitable for a place where people would die, but Ann truly felt that way. She thought it was beautiful that everyone could come together as one to achieve their goal.
Everyone was afraid of death, and Ann was too.
She didnât want to die. In her mind, she wanted to run away from this place.
However, the reason she didnât do so was that if she ran away, they would no longer have freedom.
So it was better to die here.
Everyone she saw was running ahead.
âLet us go a little more.â
âUh?â
The aide didnât understand her.
âToward the freedom we desire.â
At those words, the aide looked blank for a while and smiled as he said,