Levos' mind raced. In Mechanical Form, every filament of Hakai he'd tasted was being recorded, modeled, and re-modeled. He blocked Beerus' pressure head-on while simulating patterns, searching for the rule beneath destruction yet still kept a shard of attention ready for the Destroyer's next feint.
RRRRRUMBLE !
The angelic barrier gave way. Dust billowed in a solid wall, blotting out the sky.
"S-such a shockwave !"
Chronoa braced to contain the backlash and was flung like a ragdoll, chest caved, blood beading at the corner of her lips.
Whis and Vados moved in the same heartbeat, wands tipping. Two soft halos rippled outward and smoothed the surging blast into silence.
When the smoke peeled back, everyone froze.
From the torn seam of nothingness poured a host of silhouettes.
"Who what are they?" Beerus' eyes hardened. "That stench of darkness…and gods' ki mixed in…?"
Levos' face tightened. He understood at once.
Their duel had broken Chronoa's seal.
Everything she'd locked in that temporal rift the Darklings was spilling free.
Watching them pour out without end, Levos felt his scalp prickle.
"This is your mess both of you!" Chronoa snapped, bristling.
A beat later she cast off her limiter. The red-haired loli with soft pink skin blurred; in her place hovered a poised, radiant woman, sacred light pouring off her in waves. Fury burned in those elegant eyes.
"All because you two had to fight here of all places!"
Levos winced, genuinely apologetic but he couldn't spare a hand; Beerus' domain still ground against him. "Lord Beerus call it a draw?"
"Hmph!" Beerus sneered. "Don't try to weasel out. I had that fight. You were one breath from being erased "
"Now is not the time to be obstinate, my lord," Whis cut in, calm but firm. "The Supreme Kai of Time needs aid."
"Tch. I'm in a foul mood. Babysitting isn't on my list." Beerus' tone dripped disdain.
Yet even as he spoke, his domain unraveled.
Relief flooded Levos' limbs like cool water.
Beerus snorted and drifted toward Champa. "And you, pig snacking while I'm fighting again?"
"But of course. Heh-heh." Champa patted his round belly with pride.
Chronoa hesitated at that, then turned and charged alone into the oncoming Darklings.
Their ki was monstrous each presence threatened her outright. Her expression soured. If that seal hadn't drained so much of her divinity, it wouldn't look this grim.
What now?
Whis' face was unusually grave. "Mr. Levos, it falls to you and your companions. Lady Chronoa cannot handle this alone."
"Understood!" Levos answered at once.
He lifted a hand and called out, "Everyone move!"
In a blink, over a dozen fighters rocketed skyward, grinning like kids set loose. Bulma, the Gamma androids, Android 16, Ginyu anyone breaking the hundred-million mark in battle power streaked for the swarming Darklings.
Against a Zamasu-class foe, they were ready to stand and trade.
And the top end of Earth's roster wasn't thin, either. Piccolo, Buu, the two Cell Juniors, Future Trunks their current levels were terrifying. Most Darklings would be crushed.
Goku trembled with glee. "So many! Such crazy ki and they're all Zamasu! Finally finally I get to fight!"
"Don't get sloppy," Piccolo snapped. "There are too many."
"Got it, Uncle Piccolo! I'll watch it!" Gohan answered, fired up.
"Poole greatsword form!"
"Y-Yes, Master Levos! …Eeeep!"
Levos' gaze swept the battlefield and found the real threats in an instant: Hit, Toppo, Jiren, SSJ4 Goku, SSJ4 Vegeta, Granolah, Gas… and familiar faces wearing pitch-black ki: Gohan, Trunks, Frieza, Cooler, Cell, Buu…
A day ago, seeing this gallery of monsters would have hollowed him out. The thought of Zamasu worming across countless timelines had crushed everyone's hope. Only Chronoa's intervention sealing them into the interstice had given them breathing room.
But now
There wasn't a trace of doubt on anyone's face. The team surged forward, spirits ignited. You could almost hear the blood singing in their veins.
As for Levos?
Sheer, guilty delight.
The divine evolution path for Cell Max might truly be within reach and
"Ginyu," he called, eyes bright, "listen carefully. I'll tell you whose bodies to steal."
The Great Saiyaman Special Task Force was about to get an epic upgrade.
Call it destiny.
In Mechanical Form, Levos' mind stayed knife-calm. If it's a special task force, it can't just be brutes. We build for function and synergy with real support utility. And we exclude any '素材' that Cell Max needs for his own evolution. Plans flashed in layered trees of logic.
His hands didn't slow.
Under Chronoa's startled stare, he plunged into the Darklings like a scythe.
"Dark King Cold? Absorb."
"Dark Cooler? Absorb."
"Dark Emperor…leave him for now."
Meanwhile his ki pinned the nastier pieces on the board: SSJ4 Black Goku and SSJ4 Dark Vegeta keep them from fusing at all costs. Watch Toppo's God of Destruction mode, Hit's Time-Skip, Granolah's weak-point sniping, Cell's absorption, Buu's devouring…
Every threat cataloged. Every counter spun up.
And above them all, in that ruptured sky, the Darklings kept coming.
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