The Red Dragon Mountain Range had not been the stage for such an absurd level of destruction for many thousands of years.
Mountains were being forcibly reshaped, entire valleys disappeared under magical explosions, and the sky above seed to be constantly collapsing, torn by lightning and heatwaves.
Two figures collided repeatedly against that relentless surface.
One of them wore Black Armor, glowing at various points, wreathed in flas and electricity.
The other had silver hair and fought shirtless, his torso marked by several wounds.
Even at this point in the battle — despite Rygar literally being a living lightning — he could not press his opponent as he wished.
Every advance was answered to perfection, every attempt by him to impose a tempo was neutralized efficiently.
Rygar had already spent such a large amount of mana in that battle that he was beginning to be surprised the thing had not ended yet.
Even with the extraordinary efficiency that Doomsday provided him, he had already consud a little more than half of his reserves. That, by itself, would be unthinkable in any other confrontation.
While he fought, he also analyzed his opponent.
Rygar theorized that Orsted had spent about a third of the reserves he had when the fight began, maybe even less.
It was difficult to analyze precisely, since the Dragon God was blocking the Magic Power Eye, using so thod Rygar did not know.
The Dragon God’s fighting abilities were simply... on another level.
Much more powerful. Much more efficient.
The Godsword, despite consuming a huge amount of mana to be summoned, did not require continuous expenditure afterwards.
Once manifested, it remained there, offering Orsted a constantly lethal thod of attack, at no additional cost.
It was astounding.
Rygar had already given the order to withdraw to his mbers in the capital Asurana. Aisha had achieved the main objective at the Flying Fortress of Perugius.
From a strategic point of view, everything that needed to be done... had already been done.
Therefore, Rygar began to seriously consider the possibility of retreating imdiately.
He was no longer so sure that Orsted was rely trying to stop him or defeat him.
Observing his violence and ferocity, there was a real chance that the Dragon God wanted to kill him.
After all, Oldgar had been spared in another tiline. But since then, the current Rygar had made many changes.
Who could guarantee that Orsted had not decided to eliminate him?
That aside, Rygar had beco too strong.
With his current speed, he could retreat if he wanted. Unfortunately, there was another problem.
The closer the fight between him and Orsted moved toward the center of the Red Dragon Mountain Range, the more Rygar felt the tremors, the shockwaves and the sll...
All of that ca from Dragon’s Roar Mountain — the tallest mountain in the entire world.
And that was not the result of the fight between him and Orsted.
It was sothing related to the Technique God.
Whatever was happening at that point of the range, Rygar was absolutely sure it was nothing simple.
He quickly calculated his gains and losses.
Ignoring the Technique God was not an option for him at the mont. Its strength could very well change the whole board in an instant.
The Dragon God himself seed to have realized that sothing was wrong. Although still pursuing Rygar with the intent to defeat him, his movents were no longer as relentless as before.
Even so, the re movent and battle of the two continued to destroy the landscape chaotically.
Fire lted entire mountains. Lightning collapsed everything around. Blade strikes cut mountains as if they were sand.
Any Red Dragon unlucky enough to be in the way had a high chance of dying in the crossfire, reduced to ashes before even understanding what was happening.
The fight was fierce.
And as a beast born to fight, Rygar could not even contain his own excitent at facing such a powerful being. Like a true battle genius, he could feel his improvent in real ti, adjustnt after adjustnt, strike after strike.
All because it had been a long ti since the last ti he had really needed to fear for his life.
That day, he stood at death’s door once again.
And that brought him an indescribable feeling of freshness and adrenaline.
Gradually, as they exchanged blows capable of reshaping the world, the fight began to get closer and closer to the tremors of the neighboring battle.
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A few minutes earlier, at the center of the Red Dragon Mountain Range, a battle no less apocalyptic was unfolding.
There, the Fighter God Badigadi, allied with the North God and the forr Sword God, faced the one who occupied first place among the World Powers, the Technique God, Laplace, at his absolute peak.
To a layman, the conclusion would be quite easy.
Three combatants who occupied — or had once occupied — positions among the Seven Great World Powers against a single enemy.
Even if that enemy was the top-ranked one, his advantage should not have been great enough to suppress nurical superiority.
But reality proved cruel to Kalman III and Gall Farion; that fight revealed a crushing truth.
Despite their titles, despite their achievents, in that battle of titanic proportions...
both were reduced to supporting characters.
They were nothing more than helpers. Support.
The true confrontation took place between the two monsters.
The Fighter God advanced and retreated laughing like a fighting demon. His body, wrapped in a golden glow, cut through the battlefield with absolute violence, each step exploding the ground beneath his feet.
Power, strength and martial skill manifested at a level that seed unattainable for any other living being.
While Badigadi wore the Golden Armor, he possessed more than a thousand secret techniques, and he executed them always at the best mont, in the best situation, in the most efficient way possible.
No wasted movent.
His na did justice to the title of Fighter God. A power worthy of being called sothing capable of destroying the world.
And yet...
By comparison, the Technique God was even more terrifying.
Laplace wielded a silver spear. With its blade, he was capable of cutting and piercing everything. With the shaft, he crushed with ease even the invincible Golden Armor that Badigadi wore.
Each of his movents was perfected to the extre. Every action seed the perfect solution for that exact instant.
For Gall Farion, witnessing that clash was a shock of epic proportions.
The apex of martial combat unfolded before his eyes, and his perception of the world was completely turned upside down. Everything he believed he knew about the sword, about technique, about limits... seed small.
Moreover, he still found it hard to accept that that golden titan was, in fact, the Badigadi he knew.
Amid the chaos, he even wondered why he had not stolen the Fighter God’s position when he defeated him at the Sword Sanctuary.
In any case, Gall could hardly get close to the clash between the golden titan and the white dragon. The shockwaves, flying rocks and explosions of light made any direct approach a death sentence.
All he could do was wait for the perfect opportunity.
And then, in Laplace’s weakest instant, use the Longsword of Light, his most powerful weapon.
And, surprisingly... that strategy worked.
Who would have thought — he managed to wound the Technique God once.
Although most of the ti he acted only as support and distraction, Gall was excited. The so-called Man God was not lying.
If he could learn from a figure as prominent as Laplace, he sincerely believed he could surpass his current power easily.
He could surpass his disciple. And even surpass Orsted.
When he understood that truth, his excitent reached its peak.
anwhile, Kalman III was at the opposite extre.
From the beginning of the fight, he attacked with the sa wild impetus as the Fighter God, his great-granduncle Badigadi. And he was rewarded with brutality.
A silver spear pierced his chest.
Kalman did not even see the movent, and he had no ti to react. He had no chance to defend or counterattack.
He was simply... killed in a single strike.
Therefore, he did not even take part in the first confrontation — he was still regenerating.
When he returned, he attacked again, this ti cautiously. And then he was again repelled like an irritating insect. Ti after ti.
If it were not for his immortal blood and the healing magic circles Randolph carried, he would have died several tis.
Unlike Gall Farion, Kalman attacked furiously, and yet managed to help considerably thanks to the versatility and power of the Gravity Sword Kajakut.
Despite being a warrior above any other, the Dragon Laplace had no real ans of defending himself from magic. He only reacted with his normal techniques, adapting as best as he could.
But in front of the Fighter God, those small errors were fatal.
Even so, Kalman began to gradually realize how insignificant his ambition to beco the greatest hero in the world was.
Randolph had ntioned that the Beast God and the Dragon God were on the sa level as these two monsters.
How could that be true?!
A mixture of anger and rejection rose in his throat, causing a strange pain, hard to explain. He wanted to scream. He wanted to complain. He wanted to deny that reality.
But there was no ti.
Before he could even organize his thoughts, he was defeated again by Laplace.
To beco the greatest hero the world had ever seen? He could hardly face an opponent who was at a nurical disadvantage.
Aleksander Ryback attacked with everything he had, his confused feelings mixing with the growing fury, while charging against Laplace with all his power.
The battle continued.
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Not far from the battlefield, contrasting with the chaos that ravaged the Red Dragon Mountain Range, a man with a monkey face slept peacefully.
His body lay on its side, breathing deeply, as if in ordinary rest, oblivious to the shockwaves tearing mountains a few kiloters away.
Beside him, a man with a skull-like face watched the battle with absolute attention. He didn’t even blink, making him seem sinister.
Vita had only one function in that battle, but that function alone could decide everything.
He watched carefully as Laplace was struck by the Longsword of Light, Gall Farion’s blow opening a wound in the leg of the Technique God.
At the sa ti, Badigadi advanced like a truck, the ground shattering under his steps, his three right arms retracting, ready to unleash a devastating triple punch.
It was at that exact mont that the monkey-faced man — Geese — woke with a start and shouted.
"Now!"
The voice was urgent.
Vita did not hesitate for a single second.
His body vanished, becoming a blur as he rushed toward the combat.
At that critical mont, Laplace was about to counter the Fighter God’s punches. His spear began to move, the trajectory forming in his mind.
But then—
Gravity disappeared.
For a single second, Laplace was thrown into zero gravity.
The destabilization was minimal, but fatal.
His body lost its axis, his strength ceased to align.
He barely had ti to reposition the spear in a defensive posture when the three golden fists of Badigadi struck his rib and his temple, with only one of the blows being partially blocked by the spear.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Badigadi’s deafening laugh preceded the impact.
A colossal shockwave exploded from the point of impact. Laplace was violently hurled backwards, his body colliding repeatedly against rock formations, destroying each one in sequence, being tossed like a weightless puppet across the Range.
Finally, he collided with a massive rock.
Coincidentally... it was near where Vita was running.
The rock exploded into violent debris, dust and fragnts hurled in all directions.
Vita approached.
Laplace opened his eyes.
He raised his hand, still gripping the spear firmly, but his arm had been broken by the Fighter God’s punch. The attack had been slower than expected.
Vita, who at that mont was in Randolph’s body, felt imminent death.
But he did not hesitate.
He only needed to follow the plan.
Then, finally, he placed his hand on Laplace’s forehead.
For a single second—
The Technique God’s mind went blank.
His eyes lost focus as he sank into the realm of infinite dreams, the fruit of Vita’s absolute power.
Vita took a deep breath.
And then he heard a laugh.
"BWAHAHAHAHA! HOW EXCITING, LET’S—"
A voice imdiately interrupted him.
"Badi, please, recite the enchantnt!" Geese said hurriedly.
Badigadi blinked, confused for a mont. He wanted nothing more than to keep fighting, to crush everyone there to death.
But then he rembered the agreent he had made with the little monkey.
"Ah, co on... how did it go?!"
He cleared his throat.
"I declare the combat bond closed! Suspending the transfer of strength and withdrawing my will to fight and to battle. Closing the amplification circuit and initiating inert state!"
At that very instant, the Golden Armor opened at the back.
Badigadi was thrown out as if he had been tossed, falling on his back to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"Ah?! Damn!" he said, still laughing. "I almost got caught again! Bwahahaha!"
He crossed his arms, looking at the Golden Armor with curiosity, totally oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
Gall Farion then spoke:
"Hey... what’s that?"
He pointed off in the distance.
On the horizon, it was already possible to see lightning, fire and destruction rapidly approaching the world’s highest peak.
Randolph looked at Laplace’s motionless body, making a deep grimace.
"We don’t have ti..."
"Bwahahahaha!" Badigadi cackled. "Is the kid already here? We’re unlucky, huh! Shall we say hello?! The guy isn’t subdued yet?!"
Vita shook his head slowly.
"This is unexpected. The Technique God possesses extrely high ntal resilience. I cannot dominate his mind without at least... a few days."
He paused.
"And that assuming zero interference. If we move the body or give him external stimulus, he will not only resist for much longer... he may free himself."
"Hooh! I understand!" Badigadi replied, completely unconcerned.
Gall Farion also seed indifferent, as if it were none of his business, despite the wound bleeding in his stomach.
Geese watched everyone in silence.
His thoughts accelerated, searching for a solution.
Then, his gaze fell on the young North God, who remained silent, in a somber mood.
Geese smiled.
He had an idea.
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