Orsaga stared at the approaching waves of multicolored brilliance.
He could clearly feel the surrounding space being sealed shut.
The intense heat from his body transford into a viscous, liquid-like Bloodfla, which he then used to coat himself like armor.
The next mont, as that radiant energy descended upon him, a harsh sizzling sound erupted—
Like water being poured onto searing-hot iron.
Zzzzzz!
The corrosive hissing surrounded Orsaga entirely.
Both their energies were being consud rapidly in the clash.
But neither of them paid it any mind.
Raiyaglen was using this attack to test which energy types Orsaga was most vulnerable to.
And although Orsaga knew there was a deeper intent behind it, he couldn't be bothered to care.
In his eyes, no matter what sches or tactics were employed, everything would be settled by raw combat in the end.
If he could be killed by a re trick, then it just ant he deserved to die. Nothing more.
Having purged the corrosive energy from his body, Orsaga ignored the blinding radiance and forcibly regenerated his injuries.
Then, his eight wings unfolded behind him, and in a single instant, countless arcane runes and spell formulas activated.
[Titan's Might, Death's Touch, Shackles of Agony, Spirit of Speed, Chaos...]
Brilliant magical auras of every color flared across his towering fra. With the force amplification, his already massive body expanded by another third—
Reaching a height of thirty ters.
The temperature radiating from his body soared even higher, so hot that the magma beneath his feet began to evaporate at a visible rate.
Seeing this, Raiyaglen's expression darkened.
He could clearly sense that Orsaga's energy signature had skyrocketed—far beyond what it was monts ago. The boost wasn't minor—it was multiplicative.
Then, with a thunderous flap of his wings, Orsaga tore through the binding energy surrounding him as if it were nothing more than fragile paper.
His colossal fra launched forward at blistering speed—heading straight for Raiyaglen.
In less than a second, he covered over a hundred kiloters. The surrounding rocks and terrain didn't even have a chance to touch him; they lted before he drew near.
Faced with this terrifying advance, Raiyaglen wasted no ti. The eyes covering his body all lit up simultaneously, releasing power that transmuted the earth and stone ahead.
He reinforced the terrain—solidifying it, enhancing its resilience, and imbuing it with heat resistance.
In an instant, the ground transford into an enormous wall of tal and stone—hundreds of kiloters thick.
A true fortress.
He was trying to block Orsaga's charge.
After their last clash, Raiyaglen fully understood that close-quarters combat was a losing battle for him. If Orsaga got within arm's reach, he'd be pumled into the dirt again.
He was not going to let that happen.
He even preemptively distorted the surrounding space, preventing Orsaga from using teleportation or dinsional leaps.
Under Raiyaglen's command, the reinforced earth transford into thousands of twisted arms, reaching out in unison to grab Orsaga mid-charge.
But Orsaga didn't react at all.
He didn't dodge. He didn't evade. He didn't even acknowledge them.
Instead, he plowed forward at full speed—straight into the barrier.
His thirty-ter-tall body, weighing tens of thousands of tons, was nothing compared to this wall of hundreds of kiloters of solidified earth.
To an outside observer, it was like watching an ant charge into an elephant.
But the mont the two collided—
Those massive, stone arms shattered like foam, as if struck by an unstoppable wrecking ball.
They couldn't even slow him down.
Raiyaglen's face twisted in disbelief. At the very last mont, he gathered all his remaining strength and focused it on the exact point of impact, reinforcing that section with ultimate hardness.
BOOM!!
A deafening impact echoed across the entire moon.
The land quaked. Mountains trembled. The impact zone, once a flat plain, was pushed upward by tens of thousands of ters.
It pierced straight through the clouds, nearly breaching the planet's troposphere.
The result: a supermassive landform—taller than any mountain on this world, now rising like a colossal horn from the planet's surface.
From outer space, the strange, protruding landmass was clearly visible.
It looked like soone had taken a bite out of a perfectly round apple and left a bulging scar behind.
Deep beneath the towering ridge—through layers of rock and dirt, past the smoke and debris—Raiyaglen spotted Orsaga's face as he dug upward with both hands, eyes gleaming with excitent.
That look sent a chill down Raiyaglen's spine.
'What… what kind of monster is this?'
In all his tens of thousands of years of existence, this was the first ti Raiyaglen had seen a creature with this kind of overwhelming physical might.
Now that he thought back...
When Orsaga went on that rampage on the Planet, he must've been holding back.
If he hadn't, he wouldn't have just destroyed a country—the entire continental shelf might've collapsed, and the entire continent would have been dragged into the ocean.
Now, watching Orsaga steadily clawing his way up through the reinforced earth, unfazed and undeterred, Raiyaglen hesitated.
For the first ti—
He considered running.
Staring at the monstrous strength before him, he no longer felt confident in victory.
In fact, he suspected there was a very real chance he might die here.
But then he rembered the devastating losses he had already suffered... and his heart twisted with reluctance.
He had spent centuries healing on this unclaid planet—only to lose one-fifth of his accumulated resources in one day thanks to Orsaga's beating.
At that mont, deep underground, Orsaga—sensing Raiyaglen's fear—narrowed his eyes in fury.
To him, Raiyaglen was prey he'd been tracking for ten years.
Once devoured, Raiyaglen would no doubt provide imnse rewards.
There was no way Orsaga would let him escape.
So the mont he sensed Raiyaglen's wavering will, he didn't hesitate.
He cast dozens of tracking spells in rapid succession.
In the sky above, countless glowing sigils appeared and flew toward Raiyaglen.
Panicked, Raiyaglen hurried to defend himself—but two of the spells still slipped through and embedded themselves in his body.
He imdiately sensed them.
Though not powerful, these brands would allow Orsaga to track his exact location.
Even he would need two or three days to remove them.
In that instant, he understood—
Orsaga was making sure he couldn't run.
That realization made Raiyaglen's already shaky resolve boil over with anger. Gritting his teeth, he growled:
"You bastard… You really think I'm afraid of you?"
His entire energy signature began shifting—based on the data he had just gathered.
Even the visual aura of his power changed—becoming pure white.
And for a brief mont, under the glow of that divine-looking light, Raiyaglen's grotesque form looked almost... holy.
Orsaga, still clawing his way through the ground, paused slightly at the change.
"Angel power?"
He had never fought an angel directly, but inherited mories from the abyss had given him a clear understanding of that energy's nature.
He imdiately recognized the divine energy's essence.
'It's not that pure… probably didn't co from a high-ranking angel. But still… why the hell does he have holy energy? Isn't he an evil being?'
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