The assembled angels and demons, their numbers swelling to unimaginable proportions, unleashed a collective roar of rage. Their determination remained undaunted, and they launched their assault, their actions synchronized like a single, devastating wave. Angela, her speed unparalleled, vanished from the battlefield, her absence signaling her withdrawal. The angels, demons, and gods, now an unstoppable force, stood united, their numbers countless, as they readied themselves to unleash a torrent of divine retribution upon Kanji.
Makima, her grip tight on her 'Kami-sei Raito Burēdo', spoke to Angela, her voice low and filled with a thirst for revenge. "When will it be my turn to kill him?" she asked, her anger palpable in the air. Her eyes blazed with a murderous intent as she spoke, eager for the chance to confront and destroy Kanji.
Sensing the seething desire in Makima's voice, Angela responded, "You'll get your chance soon enough," a subtle smirk playing on her lips as she spoke, her confidence evident. Angela's calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Makima's palpable anger, as she reassured the young woman with the promise of justice.
Vega, his voice cutting through the tension, spoke up, his words sharp and filled with caution. "Remember," he reminded them, "Zeus sacrificed his own immortality to allow Angela to harness her full power. We cannot afford to be reckless in this fight. If we fail now, all will be lost."
Angela, her eyes glinting with determination, stepped forward, her voice filled with a steely resolve. "I understand," she said, her words carrying a resolute assurance. "My battle with Zeus prepared me for this. This is my destiny. I won't let it slip away again."
Time had passed, and the battlefield lay in a state of devastation and carnage. Kanji, severely injured and drenched in blood, stood among the bodies of the fallen angels and demons. The army he had faced was truly monumental: 80 billion demon forces, all ranked as SSR, and an Trillions sea of angelic warriors, each holding the rank of USR as well. The strain of the battle had proven to be too much for Kanji, pushing his human limits to the breaking point as he staggered under the weight of his wounds and fatigue.
The atmosphere in the battlefield lingered in the air, its intensity palpable. Kanji, the recipient of the assembly's collective gaze, stood in the center, and Vega, her voice commanding their attention, voiced her words directly at him.
"Kanji Naein," Vega began, her voice resonating with a sense of authority. "You are surrounded by the combined power of these gods and the three Beyonder Ranker Goddesses. Your reign comes to an end here and now."
Makima, her pent-up anger and frustration evident in her words, voiced an urgent plea for immediate action. "I can't endure this anymore," she cried out, her grip on her weapon tightening. "I want to put an end to this, to make him pay for all that he's done."
Angela, aware of Makima's volatile emotions, reached out to her, offering a comforting touch of reassurance. "Makima, it's critical that we stay disciplined and organized," she counseled thoughtfully. "Acting impulsively, driven by emotions alone, can lead us to act in a haphazard, uncoordinated manner."
Kanji, his breath labored and his body marred by bruises and injuries, kept his gaze steady on the assembled gods and goddesses before him. Despite his current state of weakness, a glimmer of defiance still remained within him, flickering amidst his battered countenance.
Kanji, his breath ragged and his body worn, held his Kurai Kesshō Buki in a firm grasp. He aimed the tip of the blade at the gods and goddesses, issuing a proclamation in a voice laced with defiance and fatigue. He declared, "I will die before I fall."
With a sudden display of his strength, Kanji, despite his battered body and weakened form, managed to muster the energy to stand steadfast. His eyes gleamed with determination despite the bruises and injuries on his face, signaling resolve and defiance despite the weight of his situation.
The assembled divinities, their eyes fixated on Kanji, showcased a blend of caution and determination as they acknowledged the weight of the situation. Despite their superior numbers and authority, they recognized the potential for his unwavering spirit to prove a formidable obstacle, a challenge they could not disregard.
As the battle progressed for days, weeks, and even months, the gods and goddesses fought valiantly, waging an unrelenting conflict against Kanji's steadfast resilience. Despite their best efforts, their numbers began to shrink, with countless casualties and a notable decline in their strength after prolonged combat. Despite the weariness that enveloped them, Kanji remained steadfast, a human with an apparently limitless supply of stamina and determination, maintaining his fight against the divine adversaries and defying their attempts to break him.
Vega, seeing the wear and tear of the ongoing conflict, raised a critical concern. "The endurance of our numbers remains a pressing issue," he remarked with a sense of urgency. "We can't sustain this level of combat without rest, and our dwindling forces make the outcome increasingly uncertain."
A potent burst of energy enveloped Vega, her eyes burning with a golden radiance. Her form changed dramatically, signifying the imminent unleashing of her ultimate transformation, showcasing her intent to draw upon her most powerful capabilities.
The magical forces at play coalesced to give birth to the Constellation Chamber of Torment, a space imbued with a profound sense of otherworldly energy. The celestial bodies formed a celestial ceiling, the stars themselves serving as the canvas for this realm of Vega's might.
Vega's magical forces surged, expanding her domain to reveal the Constellation Chamber of Torment. Sparks of mysterious energy crackled in the air, the celestial bodies aligning to form a celestial ceiling, their luminescence painting a scene of otherworldly wonder where Vega's might held dominion.
In the Constellation Chamber of Torment, countless constellations poured their cosmic might upon Kanji relentlessly, with hours upon hours passing as they relentlessly clashed against his unyielding defense. Despite their relentless assault, each constellation ultimately succumbed to Kanji's resilience, becoming the latest victims of his unyielding fight back.
Vega took notice of Kanji's unyielding determination and relentless fighting spirit, a realization dawning upon her. Despite his inevitable demise, she observed an intriguing observation: he was, albeit slowly, surpassing his limits and growing stronger with each encounter.
Kanji, his breath labored and his body soaked with sweat, stood before Vega, a battle-worn warrior whose tenacity and endurance remained indomitable. Despite the exhaustion and the toll of the relentless celestial assault within the Chamber of Torment, a flicker of unyielding determination still smoldered in his weary gaze.
Kanji, with astonishing speed and agility, closed the gap between them in the blink of an eye, appearing at Vega's side. As he remained there, his ragged breaths filling the air, she issued a pronouncement, her voice betraying no signs of astonishment at the maneuver he had just executed.
"You're still standing," Vega said, her tone tinged with a mix of annoyance and respect. "But don't think you have the upper hand just because you managed to get behind me."
Kanji, with his damaged eyesight and despite the remaining reserves of his strength, attempted to strike Vega, his arm charging at her. However, the collision with her magic shield caused her to be propelled backward at considerable force, but her protective barrier shielded her from the full impact of the blow.
"You're tenacious, I'll give you that," Vega replied, her words edged with a hint of weariness. "But your strength is beginning to fail. You can't keep this up much longer."
~Next chapter "the revenge"