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Chapter 242: The Destructive Pillar of Light
🕑 Added 2025-06-07 12:30:02 +0000 UTCAmidst the stunned gazes of gods and mortals alike, Blake descended like a crimson meteor, his body encased in gleaming red armor, radiating a dragon’s aura so pure and overwhelming that it made the previously slain Yamata no Orochi seem like a mere shadow of true power.
Even the deities, once so sure of their might, now stood frozen in disbelief.
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Blake flexed his fingers, feeling the power coursing through his body.
"With Balance Breaker, I’ve reached Peak Satan Class. I’m not at the Super Devil Class yet… but I’m close. Very close."
A slow smirk spread across his face.
"Well then, let’s begin the real slaughter."
His heterochromatic eyes swept over the battlefield, locking onto the gods, demons, and monsters below. Their expressions were a mix of horror and disbelief.
In his grasp, Excalibur hummed, reacting to his intent. He raised the blade high, and golden particles of light gathered around it, illuminating the night. The very air trembled under the sheer force of his energy, space itself wavering as if reality were struggling to hold together.
Even the most insane gods and demons—those who had long lost their sense of fear—found themselves hesitating. The madness in their eyes dimmed, replaced by something far more primal.
Terror.
"DEFEND!"
The panicked cries of deities rang out. Betten, Tsukuyomi, Izanagi, Izanami, and countless others sprang into action, pooling their divine powers together to erect an enormous barrier. Brilliant colors clashed and intertwined, forming a shimmering dome that pulsed with incredible force. The sheer pressure of the gathered energy suffocated the battlefield, forcing mortals to their knees, unable to even breathe.
Yet deep down, even the gods knew—this might not be enough.
Blake’s lips curled into a smirk.
With a flicker of light in his eyes, he swung Excalibur down.
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BOOM!
The sky split apart. A massive column of golden light, over a hundred meters wide, surged downward like divine judgment itself.
The moment it struck the divine barrier, the world shook.
Blinding white circles of energy exploded outward, distorting space and sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The land trembled violently, cracks spiderwebbing for miles. The ocean roared in response, waves surging high enough to consume entire coastlines.
In distant control rooms, alarms blared as red warning lights flashed. Across the world, leaders and military officials gaped at their screens, their hearts pounding in their chests.
Even from across the ocean, they felt it—the sheer weight of Blake’s attack.
A single strike.
One attack, and he had forced hundreds of gods onto the defensive.
The sheer scale of destruction was beyond comprehension. If that beam had landed on the ground, entire continents could have been erased.
And yet, even after all that…
The barrier held.
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Doni, watching from a distance, clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Tch. So he was holding back when he fought me? That’s frustrating."
The aura Blake was emitting now—it was eight or nine times stronger than when they had last clashed. Back then, he hadn’t even used his full dragon power.
And yet, he had still won.
Doni could only sigh.
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High above, Blake narrowed his eyes at the shimmering barrier.
"Not bad. But…"
The Excalibur in his hands pulsed with power.
A deep silver light enveloped his arm, and the sword hummed in response.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the already-massive beam doubled in size.
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CRACK!
A fissure ran through the gods' barrier.
"WHAT?!"
Tsukuyomi, and the other deities paled, their voices rising in panic.
They had combined their full divine might. How could one man be breaking through?!
They didn’t get a chance to react further.
With a final, earsplitting shatter, the barrier collapsed.
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BOOOOOOM!
The beam of light exploded downward, swallowing everything in its path.
A shockwave of golden energy ripped through the sky, vaporizing the remains of the battlefield. The night sky over Japan was consumed by a colossal golden orb, expanding outward in a wave of raw destruction.
From space, it looked as if a second sun had been born over the planet.
The force of the explosion alone shattered the heavens. Light showers, like burning meteors, rained down upon the land, each impact unleashing catastrophic devastation.
Entire cities were reduced to rubble. The once-grand Western Heaven Palace—the stronghold of the sorcerers who had sealed Sun Wukong—was obliterated in an instant, swallowed by the expanding storm of energy.
The battlefield had become an apocalyptic wasteland.
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In war rooms across the world, leaders and military strategists sat frozen, their faces pale.
They had just witnessed the impossible.
This wasn’t just power.
This was world-ending destruction—unleashed by one man.
They swallowed hard, an unspoken thought passing through their minds.
"If this battle had taken place anywhere else… our nations would have been erased."
Yet, before they could even process the nightmare they had just witnessed, the screens changed again.
And what they saw made their blood run cold.
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High above, Blake’s red armor gleamed as he hovered in the sky, unfazed by the destruction. The energy within him surged, but he took a steady breath, letting his body adjust.
Then, his gaze shifted toward the empty void.
"Come out."
His voice, though calm, carried an authority that shook reality itself.
"Hiding any longer is pointless."
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—
"You reckless Campione! Must you go so far?!"
A ripple ran through space.
Three figures emerged—Tsukiyomi, Izanagi, and Izanami. All three were battered and bloodied, their divine forms barely holding together.
They had barely survived Blake’s attack, escaping death only through twisted divine interventions.
Every other god caught in the blast had been completely eradicated.
Blake met their gaze with a smirk.
"Yes. More importantly…"
He exhaled, the very sound of his voice distorting the air like a dragon’s roar.
"I have a job to finish."
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Before the gods could even respond, a wild laugh echoed through the sky.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I'M FREE!"
A streak of golden light shot across the battlefield, landing not far from Blake.
There, standing atop a floating golden cloud, was a figure unlike any other.
A sharp mouth. Monkey-like cheeks. A body covered in dense golden fur. A long tail swayed behind him, his clothing resembling the vibrant garb of a warrior king.
His eyes, blood-red with golden pupils, glowed with unrestrained battle lust.
Blake’s heterochromatic eyes flickered with surprise.
"…Sun Wukong?"
The monkey grinned, spinning a heavy steel cudgel in his hand.
"That’s right, kid!" His voice boomed like thunder. "I am Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! And now that I’m free—"
His blood-red eyes locked onto Blake.
"I need a fight!"
With a burst of golden light, the Monkey King launched himself forward, swinging his mighty staff straight for Blake’s head!
A new battle had begun.
And this one… would shake the world even further.
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