Chapter 210: The Unwitnessed Battle Between Man and God, The Death of Indra!
How many years had it been?
Indra couldn't quite remember.
But as the God of War, he had only ever been defeated by one person in his entire life—Shiva from Hindu mythology.
And with this chief god, he had a deep-seated grudge and conflict.
Thus, Indra had always yearned to face Shiva once more and reclaim victory.
Now, that wish might remain unfulfilled.
Upon seeing that figure, he, as a chief god, faintly sensed his own fate.
The oppressive aura emanating from that figure was something he had felt before—when facing Shiva, when Shiva was truly serious, during his only defeat.
And now, he felt it again, a sensation that made him doubt his chances of victory.
The person before him was comparable to Shiva.
No, that's not right. The first time he felt that oppressive pressure was many years ago, and over the years, he had grown even stronger than he was back then.
Yet, when facing this abnormal, god-like figure before him, he felt the same oppressive pressure.
This meant the opponent was even stronger than Shiva had been back then.
So, what about Shiva?
He couldn't have remained stagnant either, right? Could he have reached the same level as this figure before him?
He couldn't dwell on it any longer, as there was no time for such thoughts. His mind had to be fully focused on the battle, with not a single moment of negligence, even in the face of mortal danger.
"In other words, if I defeat you, it means I also have the ability to challenge Shiva!"
The vajra, somehow summoned back into his hand, was raised high above his head as he made this declaration to his opponent.
Meanwhile, Indra was already clad in his battle armor.
In the next instant, a thunderbolt capable of annihilating an entire nation descended upon the demonic figure.
However—
"What—"
The massive pillar of lightning was shattered by the opponent's slap—yes, shattered—and then dispersed into countless points of light.
With a single step, the opponent closed the distance of over a hundred meters in an eerie manner, appearing right before him.
"Boom—!"
An invisible punch shattered the protective barrier he hastily formed with lightning and struck his shoulder, sending him flying backward like a cannonball.
With just that one strike, the bones in his shoulder were completely shattered, rendering his arm useless.
Fortunately, the lightning barrier had slightly delayed the punch for a fraction of a second, allowing him to adjust his posture.
Otherwise, that punch would have pierced straight through his chest, leaving a gaping hole and killing him instantly.
This scene felt all too familiar, much like when he had tried to pierce the opponent's body earlier, only to send them flying instead.
And it was after that strike that the opponent had transformed into this terrifying form.
So, Indra could no longer hold back.
If he continued to hold back and refused to use his ultimate move, he feared he might never get the chance again.
And this ultimate move could only be used once in a lifetime.
Just as humans who obtain a Sacred Gear can undergo a Balance Breaker, as gods, they too can achieve a similar state by harmonizing with their own Sacred Gears, possessing their own secret techniques.
Thus, his vajra instantly merged into his body, and his armor melted away as if disappearing.
Now, he appeared completely unarmed, without any defensive gear or weapons.
So, the moment the dust before him scattered, a fist instantly pierced through his body, tearing a gaping hole in his chest.
Almost simultaneously, Indra reached out and grabbed his opponent, enveloping both of them in terrifying lightning.
Logically, with such a severe injury to his body, he shouldn't have been able to counterattack immediately without any repercussions.
Upon closer inspection, the hole in his chest showed no blood or internal organs—his body now seemed like an illusion, as if it had lost its physical form.
"An energy body, is it?"
His opponent pointed out his condition.
As stated, Indra's body had transformed into a pure energy form, composed entirely of lightning.
Thus, faced with this sudden counterattack, his opponent failed to defend against the all-encompassing lightning this time, leaving his body looking somewhat disheveled.
The extent of the injury was merely equivalent to someone tripping and falling, which made Indra let out a faint, bitter smile.
With a fierce expression, Indra's arm formed into a lightning sword, clashing head-on with the opponent's incoming fist.
In an instant, the lightning sword shattered as if made of ceramic, and his entire arm disintegrated.
The opponent's hand, however, only suffered a slight cut.
It was at this moment that he realized just how astonishing the opponent's speed was.
Only by transforming into lightning was he able to perceive and keep up with it.
Before his form could fully re-coalesce, another fist struck—this one imbued with an aura of death.
This was a blow that would end him!
"BOOM——!!!"
The entire space shook violently, and terrifying lightning engulfed the entire structure.
When the light faded, a massive crater appeared at the site of the explosion, the ground nearly melted.
Had this occurred in the outside world, it would undoubtedly have been the greatest catastrophe in human history.
"So it is... I've lost."
Indra, now with only half his body remaining, looked at his hand, which was gradually turning transparent.
The massive explosion just now was the result of him detonating half his body, and it had indeed inflicted damage on his opponent.
The demonic figure of his opponent now bore numerous cracks, with some parts flaking off like tiles, and a gaping, unhealable hole had opened in his chest.
"If your arm had been intact, how long could I have lasted?"
Indra suddenly asked, realizing that it was precisely because his arm had been severed that he couldn't unleash his full power.
That arm had been pierced by a holy spear and pinned to the ground the moment he was dragged into this alternate dimension, so the demonic form he was facing had only one arm.
"A quarter."
"So you're saying it's a quarter of the time since the formal confrontation began?"
That's only a few seconds?
Thus, Indra laughed, a laughter that made the air tremble.
"Finally, could I ask one last favor? Please give my Sacred Gear to my foolish son. Don't worry, he won't seek revenge for me. This Sacred Gear is needed to maintain the faith of my followers, otherwise the world will descend into chaos..."
His voice grew softer and softer, until it completely faded away.