Gravitational Field Manipulation III flung away a terrifying entity of the Astral Core Ascension realm, hurling them across the skies of this plane while Achilles devoured an entire mountain- along with its Aeonic Treasure.
There were few things he considered his bottom line.
Threatening to devour his world- his Rose, was an absolute no.
KAA!
In the distant skies, the figure of the Millennium Acheron Phoenix began to freeze over, ice creeping across her radiant body as she shrieked with power. Astral brilliance ignited the skies as a Phoenix spanning over a mile reappeared- shattering the gravitational bindings Achilles had locked onto her. Her descent stopped.
Instead, she surged with renewed rage.
A teor of green flas ca crashing down.
The fact that her blood shimred with starlight, as a Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension being, only made the threat more real. She wasn't a teor. She was a star ablaze, plumting toward them.
And at that mont...
"YAA!"
The figure of the True Magitech Throne appeared above Achilles and Rose.
Her stance was solid. Stern. Her body radiated with black light, which crystallized into obsidian lotus petals layered upon each other endlessly, each brimming with starfire and impossible weight.
The teor fell fast.
Too fast.
It slamd into the obsidian lotuses- each spinning with black fla and stellar brilliance.
BOOM!
The impact struck like a celestial rift had torn open the sky.
When two Astral Core Ascension beings clashed- it wasn't a battle. It was a collision between young stars.
And Achilles watched this- wanting, needing- to insert himself into it.
Because while the Luminblood Stage of the True Magitech Throne was resplendent…
The Phoenix's Luminblood Stage shone brighter.
She had basked in starlight longer. Her realm- higher than what she had shown- was reawakening, the shackles binding her power shattered. She was returning to her pri.
A battle began.
Achilles flew while Rose turned her eyes to the Phoenix Legion- at least one hundred Dharma Manifestation Phoenixes scattering through the skies.
"Little Fatty, I will deal with them."
…!
Her voice was firm, filled with certainty. She stared down one hundred Dharma Manifestation Phoenixes.
One hundred.
Most were in the Land Dharma King Stage. A few reached the Sea Dharma King Stage. Three- the Sky Dharma Kings.
And yet, she stood unshaken.
"My Ethereal Physiology... it seems I've inherited an extrely pure lineage of the Acheron Phoenix. I think I can use it to suppress them with lineage alone."
She spoke with such utter certainty that Achilles simply nodded. He trusted her.
He trusted the Primordium Evolutius Magitech Suit encasing her. No Dharma Manifestation entity could break through that quickly.
So...
KAA!
His Queen soared horizontally into the skies, aiming for the converging Phoenixes who moved to reinforce.
And Achilles?
He surged vertically- toward a battle where the brilliance of stars themselves clashed.
Emotion flooded his eyes. Rage. Resolve. As he shouted-
"Flaming chicken! You want to devour my Queen? Let show you what a true Phoenix looks like!"
…!
He felt it all.
The forging of a vast continent within him.
Land Dharma King.
His seas of Assimilations swelled. And this leap- an entire realm- ant every Assimilation sea grew stronger, percentages rising even without individual focus.
It was a boon of ascension. A reward for passing the threshold of complexity.
And as he ascended, he felt the resonance of his Primordium Evolutius Ethereal Selves.
All nine winged versions of himself.
He could now manifest them.
Fully.
Wondrous and terrible, Dharmic Ethereal Selves could begin coalescing around him as...
He had not yet called upon the Descent of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix III.
And as he rose higher...
As he devoured an entire Holy Hyacinthus Mountain Flower, the scene like a surging river feeding into him...
He called out sothing else instead.
"O Primordium Evolutius Ethereal Self—"
WAA!
"Descend."
…!
The cries of the Phoenixes faded.
The True Magitech Throne, forming layer upon layer of flaming black lotus to withstand the Phoenix's fury- froze as she turned.
And saw...
Brilliance.
She saw him.
The one she knew as King Primal erupted with radiance- his body exploding in a blaze of purple-gold light.
Fifty ters tall.
Still dwarfed by the mile-long Phoenix of stellar fla facing him, but his aura…
It was purer.
Pristine.
"Holy…"
Even the True Magitech Throne whispered it.
Achilles now glead with rivers of purple-gold. Wings of radiant gold and purple athyst stretched from his back, his body ablaze with Primordial and Evolutius Fire.
His face- etched with Living Scripts, words from the Primordial Age and the Evolutius Age, glead with knowledge and power.
And above his head...
A golden-purple Halo.
Why did he have a halo?
It made him seem untouchable. Unfathomable.
The wings beat once.
His body blurred into light, crossing vast space in an instant to appear above the Phoenix below.
KAA!
The Millennium Acheron Phoenix, Ayan, snapped her head up. She roared, unleashing lava-like green star fire- but Achilles ignored the blaze.
He reached up.
Grabbed the halo from his head.
And yanked it free.
Lifting it high, it expanded. Enormous. Spinning like a colossal disc that could cleave the skies.
When it matched the Phoenix's size-
He swung it down.
KAA!
A cry of disbelief tore from the Phoenix's throat.
And green-gold blood sprayed across the skies!
—
"What in the hell is that…"
At a certain ti, one might watch a battle unfolding at a great level of power and they would bring themselves to question exactly what they were watching compared to everything that they knew.
At this mont, the strongest forces of the Kingdom of Neon were asking themselves exactly what they were watching as it seed so disproportionate compared to the power they could wield.
Dr. Shaw uttered out the words atop the Primal Neon Tower, and the Priestess of the Moon, Luna put her hands on her chest as she voiced out.
"King Primal. He…is not like the rest of us."
…!
She said such words as on top of the tower were not just the humans of the Kingdom of Neon, but also King Darrun Flawake and the Titan Dwarves.
And at this mont, the obsidisn figure of King Darrun Flawake seed to echo the words of Luna as he also spoke.
"No…he is not like the rest of us."
…!
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