Gasp he woke up once more , clenching his fists glancing at the rings of gleaming metal two glowing slits mocking him as the red flames on the multiple Olympic torches flared.
This was bullshit he said as he began to move once more as he attacked the antare representing the herald of strength repeatedly dodging its point blank attacks via his limited ability of prediction based off his experience in battle similar to an explanation on how people may dodge bullets by predicting the path of motion of the gunners arm and trigger release it was taxing like trying to race a minivan against a formula 1 vehicle with extreme effort on his part he had managed to crack apart of its overall armor just a light crack these things were tough too tough the experience similar to a normal human being trying to punch through the walls of a bank wall or a gentle stream breaking through rock.
If a rock breaks on the fiftieth hit that does mean the other 49 attempts were invalid no the build up is what counts after all they all wear down the rock allowing for a final impact. as the thought this his mangled fist collided against that portion of its armor as he broke through it knee severing its leg as he dashed passed it as the other antare converged long range attacks that struck onslaught in his place as he got to the immobile damaged statue carrying the gold ornament located on onslaughts fists . he was then split in half by a giant high speed glaive dodging was as pointless as a man trying to dodge a sniper rifle it was pointless
Death counter 3 , This farce continued on and on as he always appeared at his designated rebirth point as he looked up at the death counter there was no indicator of time he had no idea how long he had been at this an eternity judging by the death counter now it was long the slits glowing like the lines of light marking a runway bathing half the arena in its crimson hue he knew how many times he had perished his photographic memory providing an account of each death and each corresponding marker of it the red flames like percentages in a loading menu that led to nowhere.
The statue only two of the fifteen emblems had been returned he looked down at the arena floor thousands of brutalized fresh corpses remained, mounds of unrecognizable charred flesh ,viscera and split faces, mangled digits and dead eyes, the number of times he had died only to get back up each time, each time he fell to them the antare why wouldn't they just die, a look of lunacy had filled his eyes as Norvanite began to leak from them. It glowed white as he tried his suicidal techniques he began to use himself as an explosive after all he always came back. he always initiated this when he was always close to death because of this he was able to take of the hand of one of the tribunal class antare Absalom as he was killed by the other two Chileab and Ammon the two representations of the tribunals looked on shocked as they saw his ripped up body fall as he respawned. He was later annoyed to see it back on, fully recovered the next time he encountered it
They were all undamaged as he stared at them all to mean that all his effort was for naught they were mocking him his sacrifice yet he was simply repaying his debt to society to them his power was nothing they always came back he always came back this will continue for eternity, they approached him at his spawn point there glowing emblems taunting him, he needed their cores to restore the representation of Jura or face this hell for eternity he saw them stepping over his dismembered corpses crushing them as they exploded like packets of spoiled milk . they seemed to grow more powerful their eyes glowing as they grew more powerful imposing over his position their size increasing their armor blackening as they began to batt him around destroying him over and over and over and over again as blood began pooling in the arena overtime as a sea of viscera the stench of iron filling the region as the arena was covered in a sea of blood his blood as he was smote by the antare of perception under blinding faux holy light his blood flying all around him in the insinuating explosion.
He was blown through one of the massive pillars at the center into the hardened walls of archaic metal that made up their coliseum which cracked shattered and then exploded in shear pressure as the cacophony of colors invaded his mind. He was eliminated by the representation of the herald of space he was ripped apart inside and out again and again. He woke up angrier than he had ever been at his weakness as he rose from the ocean of his blood his spawn was flooded, it reached his knees at this gruesome sight.
He has had enough of this as he began to glow as the antare approached him his eyes had lost all light in his eyes he had been desensitized steam began to billow from his pores stabbing pains filling him as his body felt cold and numb. his hands twitched as he began to monologue.
"I have been unmade before. Reduced to base components. Torn apart until only the function of my existence remained. I have been killed, and I have come back. You think this means something to me?"
"Despair is a luxury. Hope is a disease. I have no need for either
"I am what remains when pain ceases to mean anything. I am what is left when suffering is the only constant. I am not lost. I am not broken. I am not weak even without my stockpile i have damaged you.
"My stockpile my harvest reduced to nothing, freedom is all I want all I need, the world is shit ,all this is shit, No one is free in this damned system all governed by what essentially is fear, The way I see it only the strongest survive , if overwhelming every being that will oppress him he will usurp them. I will erase them with my body itself."
His eyes shadowed as he was struck into the air as he looked at the spray of blood leaving his body his hand sparked as he smirked cyan energy dropping into the pool of blood it began with a spark.
Growing more violent he began a final gambit a skill he never thought he would use again,
CRITICAL FUSION
This was how he had achieved his false ascension state amber that required him to use resources the entirety of the highest possibly ranked biome the lux-en-tenebris.
increasing his power by several magnitudes.
The fact that with this he would replicate this on a large scale with himself specifically with the duped resources he looked around himself at the red ring that spanned kilometers documenting each if his deaths his silver bloody eyes turned white as he began to destabilized as he landed in the pool of blood in his own bodies He died 9999974234 times in that moment that time began to slow down within Darium. as the antare were pushed back by an intense force , the look in arcs eyes was manic s blood began to flow into the depression in his own saturated blood filled with energy as a shockwave of pure power , energy and pressure were released. He felt his body shatter as he landed a fist that sent Onslaught flying its upper body erased shattered to dust.
"And I will function until you are nothing!!!!!!!"