Chapter 201: The End of the Game! Eternal Exile!
On the parched earth, Nasim completely tore off his human disguise, letting out a roar like a volcanic eruption, and stomped the ground with ferocity!
His demonic body responded to the roar, transforming again. His limbs instantly turned dark gold, rapidly breaking through atmospheric resistance and shattering the earth's crust!
The ground exploded. Super-standard magic power transformed his demonic body into a destructive cannonball. The force of his punches tore through the atmosphere; he was like a completely different person from before!
The power after Transcendence Awakening, each punch heavier than the last, was met with successive impacts comparable to super-large-yield bombs!
Arthur, caught in Nasim's net of fists and feet, still maintained a composed expression. Even with the raging winds and waves assailing him, they could not penetrate the brilliant golden light on his sword.
The monster gnashed his teeth and growled, his entire skeleton cracking under the unwilling urge.
Just the magic power flowing outside his body was enough to block his strength, which could have rewritten the world's map?
The most unbearable humiliation and despair for a strong person is nothing more than this.
"Stop putting on airs! You damn brat! I will definitely tear off this human skin of yours!"
Roaring, Nasim crossed his dark-gold arms over his chest and suddenly raised them high to the sky!
Immediately after, the magic power in the monster's arms, which had barely retained their outline, surged dramatically. His wrists cracked, and abyssal fissures crawled all over his body!
This near-suicidal outburst left his pitch-black flesh covered in cracks, on the verge of collapse.
And in the instant before complete disintegration, he unleashed everything!
Black and gold sand and dust formed a double helix, transforming into a massive, world-spanning natural disaster that swallowed Arthur and Nasim together into its vortex!
The tornado, having done all this, still refused to stop. The sand and dust gnawed voraciously at everything on the ground, intending to utterly ravage Kuiduolan with its power of desiccation!
"Don't add to my workload."
A clear, cold voice echoed from within the sandstorm, and streaks of dawn light suddenly appeared in the black and gold tempest!
The luxuriously extravagant Divine Artifacts pierced through the skeletal dust storm, their residual power undiminished as they tore through the atmosphere and firmly impaled the monster's massive body!
Brilliant divine lightning flashed in an instant, the obsidian body shattered into pieces, and ink-like blood splattered everywhere!
Arthur looked up, gazing at the flayed Nasim. The dark-gold flames in his hollow eye sockets burned fiercely, not diminishing in the slightest!
He expressionlessly reversed his grip on the holy sword, and square magic circles expanded abruptly from the monster's center, exuding killing intent!
"Don't get it wrong, I didn't put on human skin."
"Starlight Mandala!"
A sudden downpour of Divine Artifacts descended from all directions. The monster, once again enduring countless bombardments, let out a continuous wail as his black skin peeled away!
All his limbs were broken, his bat wings were torn, his tail was shattered segment by segment…
The once arrogant demon lay sprawled on the desertified ground, ink-like liquid mixed with bone and blood and Transcendence magic power seeping throughout his body!
Arthur stepped on his chest and came to the position of the bull-horned skull. The defiant dark-gold flames now flickered like a candle in the wind, weak and vulnerable.
"Transcendence Awakening means the body becomes demonic, and a Blazer who reaches this state will completely merge with their inherent Sacred Gear. So, can you still change back?"
Nasim, struggling desperately, his facial bones fractured and twisted, the liquid mixed with Transcendence magic power already dried up, spoke hoarsely, answering irrelevantly.
"Why are you willing to stop at being human? You clearly could have…"
Bang!
Arthur, his face cold, stomped and crushed the bull-horned skull. The pitch-black, eerie demonic body completely disintegrated, turning into clumps of sand and withering away.
"A loser lost in power, what right does he have to lecture a victor?"
…
Within the ruins of the commercial district, a small figure crawled frantically between collapsing tall buildings.
It was O'Erge'Er, who had all his Hell Silk destroyed by the Authority. His face was filled with terror, and he desperately tried to escape the inevitable death trap.
The rumbling on the battlefield of the capital had subsided, and no more shockwaves powerfully swept coarse sand to lash his cheeks.
All signs indicated that Nasim was unreliable!
No! In this world, no one is reliable!
O'Erge'Er raised his face, covered in black ash. A strange smile froze on his face, and his heterochromatic eyes were still brimming with surging malice.
"We're both pursuing a 'beautiful' life, what did I do wrong!"
"Hmph, an incorrigible fellow."
A cold arc of light descended from the sky, instantly severing O'Erge'Er's limbs. Before the opponent, whose face was twisted in pain, could even scream, Arthur kicked and shattered his sternum!
O'Erge'Er, his face ashen green, writhed his broken body like a maggot, continuously begging for mercy.
"I, I understand! I surrender! I give up!"
"I swear I won't do bad things again! So, don't come any closer!!!"
Arthur, his eyes icy cold, strode closer. durandal deftly flipped, and a sword pierced through the opponent's head, cutting off his pleas for mercy.
At the same time, all the Hell Silk parasitic within the citizens of Kuiduolan disappeared.
Everyone suddenly came to their senses while still conscious, and all of them retched!
The lightning curtain instantly receded, and the thousand winds brought good news. Arthur immediately felt the pressure around his body lighten, and the pale glow in his eyes faded.
Before long, the sounds of post-disaster revelry echoed through the ruins of Luxieer. He shook off the remaining blood foam from his sword, shaking his head indifferently.
"You reap what you sow."
Thump, thump!
Heartbeat? No, it wasn't a heartbeat!
It was the threads of fate being mercilessly tangled by an unseen hand!
Arthur, who was about to turn and leave, suddenly stopped, a chill crawling all over him!
O'Erge'Er's voice came from nowhere, echoing directly in the dilapidated ruins.
"That's so mean, you chose to kill me without hesitation just now. Is there really a difference between that action and mine?"
"What is right? What is wrong? When it comes to killing, is there really a right or wrong?"
O'Erge'Er, who should have died, his limbless, open-chested torso, eerily stood upright!
His head, with a bloody hole, was gruesome and terrifying, but his heterochromatic eyes burned with unprecedented madness!
"Blazer Forbidden Art: Necro Game!"
"Come on, the final act begins! I will use the violence I most despise to tamper with your destiny!"
As soon as he said this, Arthur immediately felt a pressure in the ethereal realm seize his heart, slowly and laboriously trying to constrict it!
O'Erge'Er twisted his head with the bloody hole. Surprise was evident on his chipped face, but his voice came from within the world's destiny.
"Is this for real? I actually can't find your death fate line?"
The unusual attack method and words made Arthur instantly understand why the opponent had resurrected and what he had done.
At the cost of his own complete disappearance from reality, he cast the Hell Silk, which no longer affected the material world, into the inner side of the world.
The holder transcends death, only to add a touch of destruction and despair to the world's destiny, a truly ultimate act of individual malice.
"Forget it, forget it, how boring."
O'Erge'Er, who had been unable to influence Arthur's fate, first seemed disheartened, then suddenly raised his tone a few notches.
"It's still more suitable for me to toy with Stella's fate! I hope you don't suffer too much!"
"Don't even dream of it, scum, you're not going anywhere."
Arthur bent down and pulled O'Erge'Er, who was like a rag doll. Crimson cursed power flowed from his left palm, his eyes filled with disgust.
O'Erge'Er, having already abandoned his body, was emboldened and sneered mockingly.
"What can you do now? Even a strong person who transcends their own destiny cannot affect the entire world."
Arthur shook his head indifferently: "Coincidentally, the world is always on my side."
[So, can I ask you to help peel off his destiny?]
The threads of destiny connected to O'Erge'Er were forcibly twisted and torn by an even higher power!
That mind, which should have transcended death and roamed the inner side of the world, was roughly dragged back into reality, re-imprisoned within this broken husk!
The suffocating sensation of death once again locked onto his neck, completely freezing the arrogant clown, who laboriously squeezed out gasps from his throat.
"I'm not interested in your twisted logic of right and wrong in killing. It's just that your very existence in this world is a mistake."
His left hand, imbued with cursed power, formed a blade, striking down from the void, leaving behind a dimensional wound that spilled dazzling rainbow colors.
The tearing force of the 'point' was unimaginably strong. Arthur took the opportunity to throw O'Erge'Er into it.
"Since you love to toy with destiny so much, then go to a world where there is no destiny to toy with."
"There, eternal nothingness will be your only audience."
Arthur withdrew his hand, and the dimensional wound slowly closed, completely swallowing the final wail.