I smirked, stretching out my arms and cracking my knuckles. The sound echoed through the now-quiet throne room.
"So, Karlos… wanna test your newfound powers?" I asked, the excitement bubbling in my voice.
Karlos, ever composed, bowed slightly. "If that is your command, my lord, then I shall comply. But I must warn you…" He looked up, and for the first time, there was a glint of genuine thrill in his eyes. "I am not the same servant you once knew."
Golden magicules began to radiate around me, my magicules flaring in response to the pressure Karlos now exuded. In contrast, a creeping void swirled around him — shadows bent unnaturally at his feet, space itself quivering.
"Hoo.... Quite confident now aren't we?" I said, grinning. "Let's take it outside."
Karlos gave a slight chuckle. "Of course, my lord."
Then all three of us used teleportation magic to go to an empty and far-off region away from Solara.
"Alright, let's see what you got, Karlos," I said, smirking as I cracked my knuckles, my magicule aura sparking just from my excitement.
Karlos stepped forward, his ever-composed smile on his face. "As you wish, my lord."
But just before the battle could begin, a new voice cut in like a blade through silk.
"Wait," Zalario stepped forward, his tone cool and unreadable. "Velsun, let me fight Karlos instead."
I blinked and turned. "Are you sure?"
"I am," Zalario said, looking at Karlos. "One of the Seven Primordial Angels versus a Demon Lord... I want to see what the daemon you raised is truly capable of."
Karlos chuckled softly, brushing his gloved fingers through his hair.
"Interesting.... I accept."
His smile grew ever so slightly wider—still polite, but now laced with a dark, imperial arrogance that rolled off him in waves. The ground beneath him cracked slightly as his aura surged—the passive curse from [Abyss King Nox] leaking into the air.
I could barely contain myself—grinning like a lunatic, practically vibrating in place.
I really wanted to see what this new evolution of Karlos is capable of since this new evolution Daemon emperor was never mentioned in canon.
On one side stood Karlos, now a Catastrophe-Class Daemon Emperor, wielding dominion over void and darkness. On the other, Zalario one of the Seven Primordial Angels.
This... this was going to be insane.
They stood across from one another. The clouds above twisted unnaturally, light and shadow clashing before a single move was made.
I watched intently, my heart was beating rapidly.
Then it began.
A deep, oppressive aura radiated from Karlos—an invisible wave of malice and majesty, thick like black ink. His very presence distorted the ground beneath his feet, and tendrils of darkness curled around him, crackling like storm clouds.
Demon Lord Haki.
This pressure was truly immense.
At the same time, Zalario exhaled softly.
A radiant, golden pressure surged outward—his form glowing with pure divinity. His Angelic Haki shone like sunlight through stained glass, cleansing and overwhelming.
The two auras met.
Not a single strike had been thrown, but the entire battlefield was shaking. The clouds split open above as a dome of divine light and dark void surrounded the two titans.
BOOM!
The clash between their haki was truly magnificient.
Zalario moved, his blade glowing with condensed holy magic and swung at Karlos.
Karlos countered with Shadow Sword.
"You disappoint me, angel," Karlos said with a grin, voice calm but cold, deflecting a barrage of light with a twisting vortex of void energy. "I expected more."
Zalario didn't respond—instead, he shifted forward like lightning, cutting through one of the void rifts, slicing across Karlos's cheek. A cut appeared onto his cheek.
"Oh?" Karlos touched the cut, blinked, then grinned. "You actually hurt me. Now you've done it."
The cut healed Instantly.
The temperature plummeted. A curtain of darkness exploded around him. Every creature within a several meters would drop dead if exposed to this.
Karlos' eyes gleamed crimson as he uttered:
"Void Rapture—Null Grave."
Zalario vanished into a localized collapse of Imaginary Space that swallowed Zalario whole. But before the void could digest his information particles, a pillar of pure, white holiness pierced the abyss.
"Dimensional Severance," Zalario's voice rang out. He didn't just cut the rift; he used his Absolute Server sub-skill to define a "boundary" where the void was forbidden to exist.
Zalario hovered in the air, unfazed, arms crossed looking down at Karlos
I couldn't help but look deadpan at that. Does this guy always have to aura farm like that?
The battlefield was devastation incarnate.
In the center of that chaos, Zalario floated, his wings wide and blade glowing with cascading divine circuits.
Then he had released it.
Ultimate Skill: Israfel—Lord of Judgment, the Absolute Axis of Divine Law.
From where I stood, I could feel it—not just see it. A field had formed, invisible to the naked eye but absolute in effect. Every particle, every wavelength, every molecule of magicule or light was dancing to Zalario's will. Time and space became order. Even sound seemed purified.
"This field is mine," Zalario declared. His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed — like law being written in reality. "Every atom, every frequency... bends to judgment now."
Karlos, still smiling arrogantly, cracked his neck. The cut on his cheek was gone. "Controlling matter and wavelengths, hmm? Such neat, sterile power. Let's see if your little sandbox can handle the abyss."
He extended his hand.
"Void Breach—Oblivion Maw."
A rift tore open behind him. It devoured light. Even the holy blade's gleam dimmed.
But Zalario remained unmoved.
"Reverse compression," he whispered, and a ring of glowing sigils formed around the rift. In seconds, it began to collapse—not just being sealed, but rewritten.
Ok thats something new.
But Karlos laughed.
"Oh? You are good."
Suddenly, Karlos vanished.
Then reappeared behind Zalario. A blade of liquid shadow, forged from compressed void, stabbed forward.
Zalario spun, intercepting it—but the impact still hurled him across the sky. A crater miles wide formed where he landed.
"I didn't go overboard, did I?" Karlos said, floating after him with cruel grace.
His aura flared—and from behind him, a dark army formed.
Zalario stood up, slightly battered.
But Karlos… just smiled.
"Still have some fire inside you, huh?"
"Shut up."
Then both surged at each other.
Karlos's scythe of void screamed through the air as Zalario's blade of divine code carved reality itself. Skills collided. Realms buckled. Laws broke.
And I watched from afar, heart pounding.
Two existences on the verge of divinity, dancing between annihilation and supremacy.
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