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"Hurry up! Deploy everything we have—nuclear warheads, hydrogen bombs, all of it!"
As the blood-red full moon descended, chaos erupted. The leaders of the world, their faces pale with terror, barked desperate orders.
"It's useless! We don't have enough time!"
Advisors and military officials scrambled for solutions, but despair had already set in.
"Damn it! Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for the end?!"
Some pounded their fists on the table in frustration, their powerlessness fueling their rage.
"No… wait. The Seventh King's attack—his strike that split the sky—maybe, just maybe, it can destroy that moon!"
A glimmer of hope flickered among them.
"Yes! That might work!"
"But even if we break it apart, the debris alone could set civilization back a century! The fallout could trigger worldwide disasters!"
"Are you an idiot? That's the best-case scenario! Compared to total annihilation, losing a century is nothing!"
Tensions ran high, with world leaders locked in heated debate, all while the massive blood-red moon continued its descent. Across the continents, governments issued silent prayers, clinging to any shred of hope.
Meanwhile, in China, Lu Yinghua stood frozen, his sharp eyes locked on a distant point. From Mount Lushan, an overwhelming surge of power erupted like a storm, sending chills down his spine.
"Master is acting!"
The words sparked joy among China's leadership.
"The King... He's making his move!"
Across Europe, factions such as the Bronze Black Cross and the Red Copper Black Cross waited with bated breath. Liliana and Erica stood together, hands clasped in silent prayer, their gazes fixed on the sky.
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High Above Japan—
"Hey, hey, hey… even I can't pull this off. How the hell did that god manage it?"
Sun Wukong's golden eyes flickered between the descending blood-red moon and the broken, barely breathing figure of Tsukiyomi. The fallen god's face was twisted in agony, blood dripping from his lips.
Despite the crisis, Sun Wukong simply scratched his monkey face, looking more amused than concerned.
"I see…"
Nearby, Blake Silva—known to the world as the Seventh King—studied the moon in silence. His heterochromatic eyes narrowed, flashing with realization.
"Hahaha! This is divine retribution!"
Despite his grievous wounds, Tsukiyomi let out a hoarse, crazed laugh. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at Blake.
"You think slaying gods is so easy? Just because you defy fate, you believe yourself above it? Arrogant fool! That moon isn't just an attack—it's a culmination of myths! You have no chance of stopping it. Even if your power were ten times greater, it wouldn't matter!"
Blake's response was cold.
"Shut up."
Slash—!
With a single, casual swing of Excalibur, a golden arc of light carved through the air. Tsukiyomi's twisted grin froze.
A heartbeat later, he was gone—annihilated in a burst of golden energy.
Only his last, maddened words echoed in the air:
"As long as myths endure, we will return! You will perish first!"
Sun Wukong watched with mild interest.
"Hey, King, stealing my prey… isn't that against the rules?"
Blake shrugged. "Couldn't stand the guy."
Sun Wukong blinked, then grinned. "Eh, fair enough. He was pretty annoying."
Then, his gaze drifted back to the looming catastrophe above.
"But seriously, what's your plan now? That blood moon… Even I can't destroy something like that. Running might be the smarter move."
Blake remained unshaken.
"You don't need to worry. I'll handle it."
His composure piqued Sun Wukong's curiosity.
"Hoo? Now that makes Old Sun interested."
A sudden explosion of energy roared across the sky. From the direction of China, a golden figure—clad in demonic wind and radiating divine might—soared into the heavens.
Then, more power erupted.
From Rome, a silver arc slashed across the sky, an invisible force cutting through the atmosphere at an insane speed.
From Greece, a thunderstorm crackled to life, forming a massive sphere of pure lightning, flickering with lethal energy.
From London, dark lightning gathered, and across North America, a massive bird of prey shot forward at supersonic speeds.
All across the world, Campiones were making their move.
Excitement flashed in Sun Wukong's golden eyes.
"Hahahaha! Now this is a fight! So many warriors gathered in one place—I'm getting itchy just watching!"
Meanwhile, Blake calmly observed.
"That aura… Luo Huo. And that idiot Doni. Voban, too..."
Despite the gathering of powerhouses, Blake remained still.
Sun Wukong, now fully invested, cocked his head.
"Aren't you gonna act? Your buddies sure aren't holding back."
Blake shook his head.
"No rush. The closer I get, the more I can conserve power and maximize my strike."
His hand moved to his side. The Holy Spear of Twilight and Excalibur disappeared, leaving only one weapon in his grasp—an ancient artifact, pulsing with untamed power.
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Across the world, people watched breathlessly.
Then, the first attack struck.
BOOM!
The golden figure from China slammed a palm into the blood-red moon. The shockwave shattered the sky, a blast akin to a nuclear explosion rippling across the heavens.
For a moment, hope ignited.
But then—nothing.
The impact left only a crater. The moon shook but did not break.
"…..!!!!"
Joy turned to horror.
Moments later, the remaining attacks arrived—lightning, wind, slashes, divine power—each capable of leveling entire nations.
Yet, when they struck the moon, they left nothing but ripples.
Silence fell.
"...It didn't even leave a scratch…"
Panic spread like wildfire.
Even the world's greatest warriors were powerless.
Despair settled in.
Then—
Blake finally moved.
An immense, crimson spiritual energy erupted from his body, expanding outward like a supernova.
Even so, the world watched in numb silence, their faith wavering.
Liliana and Erica, however, stood firm. They still believed.
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Sun Wukong, usually carefree, for once, grew serious.
"Are you finally stepping in? Want my help?"
Blake smirked.
"Strange, hearing that from you."
Sun Wukong shrugged. "Call it a debt. Besides, if this thing isn't stopped, I won't get my fight with you."
Blake's eyes softened. "I appreciate the offer. But just watch."
His body surged forward, transforming into a streak of red light.
Midair, he raised his weapon high—EA Sword.
The ancient blade roared in response.
Sun Wukong's eyes widened as an intense, otherworldly storm erupted around Blake.
"This power…"
A chill ran down the monkey king's spine.
Blake's gaze locked onto the blood-red moon.
"Heaven and Earth—The Star of Creation…"
He swung.
Enuma Elish
The sky split apart.
A crimson storm, vast enough to consume an entire continent, surged forward, space itself tearing at the seams.
Then, before the world's stunned eyes—
Crack—!!!
The blood-red moon, the entity that had withstood the combined might of five Campiones—
Cracked.
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