"Holy crap! Can't win so she calls for backup, and she's summoning an entire server's worth?! Sore loser much?!" Cloud couldn't help but complain as he watched the Demon Realm gateway that looked like something from the Alien movie set.
Below, everyone fell back into despair.
They'd nearly been wiped out fighting just Mizuki. Now thousands of even stronger demon beasts were coming, plus an unkillable BOSS who'd linked herself to the "server"?
How were they supposed to fight this?! Time to delete their accounts and run!
"Cloud! Fall back!" Nakoruru was nearly in tears. She could sense that once that Demon Realm gateway fully opened, the entire world's ecological balance would be utterly destroyed!
"Br-brother-in-law..." Rimururu's little face had gone deathly pale. She clutched her sister's clothes tightly, eyes filled with fear and worry.
Facing this "apocalyptic" level crisis, Cloud's face showed not a trace of fear—only a hint of annoyance.
"Sigh, I was hoping to play with you a bit longer." He sighed, shaking his head. "Since you're so eager to move your entire hometown over here, I have no choice."
"I tried to get along with you all as an ordinary Alliance Leader, but you keep pushing your luck again and again. Fine, I'm done pretending. Cards on the table."
He slowly raised his head. Under everyone's shocked gaze, his dark eyes instantly transformed into detached, empty platinum-gold pupils devoid of all emotion!
An absolute divine pressure—transcending time, space, life, death, representing "existence" and "nothingness" itself—swept across heaven and earth like a tsunami!
BOOM—!!!
Under this divine pressure, every demon beast climbing out of the Demon Realm gateway froze as if someone had hit the pause button. Their bodies trembled violently, emitting terrified wails from the depths of their souls!
The manic laughter on Mizuki's face, still merging with the Demon Realm, abruptly ceased. What replaced it was terror and disbelief ten thousand times stronger than before!
"This... this is impossible! This power... this purity of divine will... you... you... you... YOU'RE OROCHI!!!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.
Below, except for Nakoruru and Rimururu, everyone was forced to their knees by this divine pressure, unable to even raise their heads.
They felt they weren't facing a strong warrior, but a "concept," a "law"—a god of creation and destruction itself!
Haohmaru tried to support himself with his sword, but the legendary blade "Fugudoku" groaned under the pressure!
"You've... got to be kidding... THIS is his true power?" He struggled to lift his head, watching the figure slowly transforming in the sky, feeling his worldview getting ground into the dirt once again.
In the sky, Cloud's body was undergoing astonishing changes.
His hair turned flowing silver-white.
His black martial arts outfit was replaced by a white ceremonial robe radiating divine light.
Behind him, that sun totem composed of countless snakes appeared once more, emanating an aura that commanded all things to submit!
He had fully released the power within—entering Orochi Form!
"Mizuki the Demon God."
Cloud, transformed into Orochi, spoke slowly. His voice seemed to be countless voices layered together—a grand, detached "divine tongue."
"Do you... desire power?"
"No... NO! Stay away! Monster! You're a monster!" Mizuki completely broke down. Her proud Demon God power was nothing but a toy before Orochi. This was absolute suppression at the level of existence itself!
She frantically manipulated the Demon Realm gateway, trying to escape back to the Demon Realm.
But it was too late.
"Since you love your hometown so much..."
Cloud, in Orochi form, slowly raised both hands. Between his palms, a golden "sun" began to form—even more brilliant, more massive, more terrifying than the one that had purified Amakusa!
That "sun" contained not merely the power of "purification," but the absolute force of annihilation—erasing all existence, returning everything to "nothing"!
"Then I'll send you and your hometown off together."
He passed emotionless judgment on Mizuki—and the world behind her.
"Sunlight's Blessing!"
"NOOOOO—!!!"
Accompanied by Mizuki's final scream of despair and defiance—
That golden "sun" exploded.
No sound.
No explosion.
No shockwave.
Only endless white "light."
That "light" consumed everything.
The black-purple miasma shrouding Mount Osore vanished the instant the "light" touched it.
Those grotesque demon beasts vanished the instant the "light" enveloped them.
The massive black vortex connecting to the Demon Realm vanished under the "light" as well.
Along with Mizuki herself, already half-merged with the Demon Realm gateway—she too vanished.
As if they had never existed in this world.
Erased.
From the physical level to the conceptual level—thoroughly, completely erased.
This was Orochi's true power.
This was Cloud's ultimate trump card.
This was the ultimate "physical persuasion."
...
When the light faded.
Mount Osore was still Mount Osore.
But all the evil energy, resentment, and monsters on the mountain had vanished without a trace. The withered trees were visibly regaining life at an observable speed, sprouting tender new leaves.
The sky had become unprecedentedly azure.
Sunlight fell warmly upon the earth.
The world seemed to have been reformatted, restored to its purest state.
And in the sky, that god-like figure slowly released his Orochi Form, returning to Cloud's original appearance.
His face was slightly pale—clearly, that last attack had consumed him considerably.
He descended from the sky, landing steadily before his "teammates" who were still kneeling, frozen in shock.
Looking at their faces—all wearing expressions of "Who am I? Where am I? What did I just see?"—he couldn't help but laugh.
He cleared his throat and announced in a relaxed tone:
"Everyone, BOSS is down."
"That's a wrap. Let's go home and eat."
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