Reinhardt's gaze fell upon Kanji, his massive form barely moving as he fixed his attention on the figure before him. He spoke, his voice a deep rumble that echoed through the endless space. "Ah, I recall the rumors," he said, his tone filled with a hint of amusement. "The one who fought hundreds of gods, from the Naein Clan. Is that you?"
There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, like he was assessing Kanji's worth and power. He continued speaking his tone holding a touch of skepticism laced within it. "They said you fought and defeated hundreds of gods, a feat not achieved in eons."
As Kanji unsheathed his "Kurai Kesshō Buki," the katana shimmering in the endless space, the weight of its power and significance hung in the air. The sight of the blade seemed to momentarily steal the attention of Reinhardt, his gaze flicking momentarily to the magnificent weapon.
Reinhardt's gaze fixed on Kanji, his voice rumbling through the space. "I can sense your intention," he noted, his tone a mix of observation and caution. "You carry yourself with the intent to kill."
In a swift and decisive move, Kanji lunged forward with a burst of speed, unleashing a powerful slash with his "Kurai Kesshō Buki." Combined with Heavenly flames, the blade unleashed a scorching blow infused with divine power, striking against the tough dragon's shell. The impact resounded through the air, the clash of flames and steel thundering through the endless space.
The roar of Reinhardt echoed through the space, its intensity shattering the flow of time and space as it resonated across the endless expanse. The sheer force of the roar sent Kanji sprawling backwards, the impact reverberating through his body. Time seemed to slow, the surroundings shifting and warping with the shockwave of the roar. It was a display of raw power, showcasing the might of the legendary dragon.
As Kanji regained his footing, Reinhardt met his gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of arrogance and superiority. "You see," Reinhardt spoke, his voice booming through the space, "my ability, 'Invincibility,' grants me invulnerability and immunity. Your attacks cannot harm me."
Kanji responded, his voice firm and resolute. "You are mistaken," he stated, his tone laced with an air of confidence. "The flames I wield are not ordinary. They are the Heavenly Flames, flames that even burns immortality or Invincibility power. Your 'Invincibility' has no effect against this."
Reinhardt let out a laugh, his demeanor a mix of surprise and arrogance. "I see your Heavenly Flames are indeed powerful," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a hint of grudging respect. "But it appears my shells have withstood the burn. You see, these shells possess the ability to regenerate. They will come back, making your attack nothing but a minor inconvenience."
Kanji stood his ground, his expression resolute and undeterred. "Your shells may regenerate," he agreed, his voice steady, "but I'm not done yet."
Reinhardt, undeterred by Kanji's response, continued speaking his tone holding a mix of amusement and confidence. "You speak boldly," he observed, a hint of a smirk forming on his draconic features.
Following his declaration, Kanji released a surge of dark aura, the air around him crackling with sinister energy. The aura spread outwards, a shadowy shroud enveloping the surroundings, casting an ominous presence over the endless space.
In a display of his skills, Kanji created a perfect clone of himself, the doppelganger seamlessly materializing alongside him. The clone stood identical to Kanji in every aspect, mirroring his actions and movements in perfect synchronization.
The number of clones multiplied rapidly, cascading from two to four, then eight, and soon reaching sixteen. Each clone after attacking promptly faded away, only to be replaced by another. The onslaught of attacks from the ever-increasing number of clones continued, each assault delivered in perfect sync, their movements fluid and precise.
Reinhardt's eyes widened as the number of clones grew, the endless barrage of attacks wearing him down. He exclaimed, his voice echoing through the space, "How many of you are there? This is becoming bothersome."
As Reinhardt took note of his shells regenerating, but at a slower pace than expected, he realized the toll the onslaught of attacks was taking on him. The persistent assaults from Kanji's clones were not only keeping up the pressure but also visibly chipping away at his protective shells, causing significant damage.
In a powerful display, Reinhardt unleashed his "Heavenly Collosal Seven Flames" - a skill consisting of a spectacular barrage of flames in various shades. Seven towering columns of flame shot forth, each a different hue, forming a mesmerizing spectacle as they cascaded towards Kanji and his clones.
Undeterred by the impressive display of flames, Kanji's gaze remained unwavering as he gathered the various flames from his clones, merging them together into a single, powerful entity - a Heavenly Lotus formed from the collective might of his doppelgangers.
Reinhardt's laughter echoed through the space, his gaze fixated on Kanji, who remained poised with the Heavenly Lotus. "You're about to witness my ultimate skill," he declared, his voice laced with confidence. "A skill so powerful, even the greater gods have shunned its use."
With a firm resolution, Kanji responded, his voice filled with determination. "I'll burn you now," he declared, launching the Heavenly Lotus at Reinhardt, the fusion of his doppelganger's flames charging towards the legendary dragon.
The clash of flames from Kanji and Reinhardt had a far more significant impact than anyone could expect. The burst of energy that erupted upon collision shattered the realm, causing a ripple effect that exposed Reinhardt in his weakened human form. Meanwhile, Kanji was left slightly wounded, but he still held his "Kurai Kesshō Buki," the blade steady in his grasp.
Madeshia's eyes widened in surprise as she witnessed the outcome of the clash. She had never envisioned such a result, and her expression mirrored her shock and disbelief. The shattering of the realm and the revelation of Reinhardt's weakened human form left her momentarily speechless.
Madeshia stepped forward, positioning herself between Kanji and the weakened form of Reinhardt, revealing her true identity. "Wait," she entreated, her voice laced with concern. "I am not a guardian. I am his wife."
Despite Madeshia's revelation, Kanji's gaze remained firm, and his tone held a hint of detachment as he responded, "I don't care." The focus of his attention was fixed on the vulnerable form of Reinhardt.
As Reinhardt rose to his feet, his human form revealing a tired and weary expression, he addressed Madeshia, his voice a mix of concern and resignation. "Madeshia, leave now," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I must face the consequences of my own actions."
Madeshia, her expression a mix of sorrow and panic, voiced her concern, "What about our newborn daughter?" The mention of their child brought a sense of urgency to her tone, her worry evident in her words.
Reinhardt responded, his voice carrying a mix of determination and resignation, "We fled from the gods to find peace. We are the only survivors of the 'Nightshinsthal Bloodline.'"
As Reinhardt's gaze met Kanji's eyes, a flicker of recognition crossed his features. Inside his mind, he pondered the true nature of the Naein bloodline, a knowledge that only he alone seemed to possess.
The weakened Reinhardt muttered softly to himself, his words filled with resignation. "It's a shame it has come to this," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of sadness and acceptance.
Despite his weakened state, Reinhardt harbored knowledge about the Naein bloodline. He knew that the bloodline was notorious for their cruelty and lack of empathy towards other clans, viewing them as nothing more than a means to an end.
With a weary yet resigned expression, Reinhardt turned his attention to Kanji. His voice trembled, "Before you kill me," he began, his tone holding a hint of remorse, "there is something you should know."
With a mix of concern and resignation, Reinhardt revealed information about his newborn daughter, a half-blooded Divine. "My daughter," he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of worry, "is half Divine. She is the product of our union."
Reinhardt continued, his voice filled with the weight of his words, "After our deaths, our daughter will be nothing but wasted potential. I know you won't pass up the chance to rise and seize opportunities."
With a cold, emotionless expression, Kanji retorted, "I'll take care of your child," as he drove the blade into Reinhardt's chest. The act was brutal and devoid of any remorse, a stark demonstration of his single-minded determination.
Kanji watches Reinhardt's body hit the floor while holding his blood-soaked weapon
Madeshia approached the fallen form of Reinhardt, her heart heavy with grief. With pleading eyes, she turned to Kanji, urging him to take the baby. "Please, take our baby," she implored, her voice trembling.
Madeshia, her eyes brimming with tears, provided the location of the baby, giving him the information he needed. "Our daughter is in a place nearby," she revealed, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and hope.
Next chapter "Last ace of Nightshinsthal Bloodline"