Chapter 306: Death of the Phantasma Avant Heim! Terror of the Flugel!
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Boom—!
Rumble!!!
Kirukiru Amou and Artosh collided violently in mid-air, neither willing to yield a single inch. For a deity anchoring the conceptual authority of war, an unyielding, forward-pressing momentum was the absolute baseline!
A strike could be deflected, but one's overwhelming fighting intent must never be suppressed!
Both entities sought to systematically dominate the other through raw, unadulterated presence alone.
Artosh's brow furrowed tightly as he summoned his divine armament—a colossal, jagged spear vibrating furiously with centuries of concentrated combat intent. The sheer weight of the weapon's presence was terrifying.
Swish—!
He thrust the spear forward with blinding speed, aiming a lethal strike directly at Kirukiru Amou's head. The tip of the weapon tore through the fabric of the atmosphere, leaving a trail of friction-induced plasma sparks in its wake!
Kirukiru Amou merely let out a wild laugh. Extending both hands, she precisely clamped her fingers directly onto the shaft of the incoming spear!
Crack! Snap—!
Artosh attempted to wrench his weapon back, but found Kirukiru Amou's grip was an iron-clad deadlock—it wouldn't budge a fraction of a millimeter.
Seizing the microsecond of stagnation, Kirukiru Amou leveraged her hold, executing a ferocious backflip in mid-air as her right heel snapped directly upward toward Artosh's jaw!
Bang—!
The kick connected squarely beneath Artosh's chin. Kirukiru Amou spun gracefully through the vacuum, using the recoil to seamlessly distance herself from her opponent.
"Impressive power," Artosh remarked, his lips curling slightly as his right hand brushed against his chin, wiping away a faint trace of golden residue.
"You aren't half bad either," Kirukiru Amou fired back. With a casual wave of her right hand, her own divine spear materialized cleanly into her grasp.
"But round two starts right now!"
Whoosh!
The moment the words left her mouth, her silhouette dissolved, materializing directly within Artosh's blind spot as her spear unleashed a rapid flurry of lethal strikes!
Clang!
Clang! Clang—!!!
A full-scale clash between two true deities was undeniably catastrophic.
Even though Seito and Tet had actively reinforced the planet's foundational core laws, the surrounding terrain was still violently ripped apart, pulverized into microscopic dust by the localized kinetic shockwaves generated by the two warring gods.
Had Sae Chabashira not continuously sustained her divine barrier over the central layout of the floating island, Avant Heim's physical construct would have been obliterated long ago.
Looking out across the horizon, every single geographic feature outside Sae Chabashira's protective dome had been systematically reduced to an apocalyptic wasteland. Smoke and ash billowed into the stratosphere, transforming the sky into a suffocating, blood-red canvas.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
One by one, the imperial high command and guild executives materialized back inside the barrier.
Clutched firmly in their grips were the high-ranking maiden warriors of the Flugel race. These once-proud creatures were now shivering violently, their heads bowed low, not even daring to cast a passing glance toward Sae Chabashira.
However arrogant they had carried themselves throughout the eras of Disboard, their current state was one of absolute, unmitigated ruin.
They simply could not comprehend how the humans—a species they had dismissed as mere monkeys for millennia—could possess such reality-defying, transcendent power, quite apart from the presence of a true Goddess like Sae Chabashira. The revelation had thoroughly shattered their psychological foundations.
"True... True Deity..."
Kneeling ahead of Sae Chabashira, Azril's voice trembled uncontrollably. Within her consciousness, the massive mind of Avant Heim had gone completely dead silent. Facing the direct, suffocating aura of an ascended God, the Phantasma did not possess the tactical courage to utter a single syllable.
Sae Chabashira didn't waste words. Extending her right hand toward Azril, her fingers made a sharp, wrenching motion through the air.
Instantly!
A dense, pulsing sphere of crimson light was forcefully extracted from Azril's forehead, hovering directly within Sae Chabashira's palm!
This construct was the literal, crystallized consciousness of Avant Heim!
"O Great Deity... please, I beg—" Avant Heim's frantic voice attempted to project outward.
But it was entirely too late.
Sae Chabashira did not grant the entity a single shred of operational clearance. Her fingers snapped shut, instantly crushing the core consciousness into absolute nothingness!
RUMBLE!!!
As if losing its fundamental anchor to the physical realm, the colossal floating island began to vibrate violently. The captive Flugel screamed in panic, completely unaware of the structural failure occurring beneath them.
In the next second, the gargantuan geographic mass lost its buoyancy, plummeting helplessly out of the sky!
Within three seconds, the massive island collided brutally with the continental crust below!
BOOM—!
A catastrophic cloud of earth and bedrock erupted upward, breaching hundreds of meters into the atmosphere. Hurricane-force shockwaves detonated across the landscape, hurling colossal boulders and fractured debris across the horizon.
The entire display perfectly mirrored a localized planetary impact—magnificent, yet terrifyingly brutal.
After all, this marked the definitive, permanent termination of a Pseudo-God tier Phantasma!
On the shattered surface of the fallen island, the imperial officers easily stabilized their positions. As the catastrophic dust clouds slowly began to disperse under the pressure of the wind, they let out a calm, collected breath.
The remaining Flugel looked up in absolute horror, their trembling eyes locked onto Sae Chabashira.
Destroyed in an instant...
A Pseudo-God tier Phantasma was extinguished without a fraction of an effort.
To them, the sheer parameters of this engagement were exponentially more terrifying than any localized conflict during the ancient Great War.
Flash—!
Simultaneously, a brilliant streak of spiritual light suddenly erupted from the core of the collapsed island, tracing a rapid trajectory straight toward the exosphere of the planet.
The surrounding executives looked at the anomaly with confusion, but Sae Chabashira's analytical gaze instantly identified the construct. It was a fragmented shard of Avant Heim's divinity.
Under standard operational parameters within the wider Divine Domain, executing a Pseudo-God would have naturally granted Sae Chabashira those fragments as loot.
However, Disboard operated under an entirely different terminal system. By the foundational laws of this planet, the moment any living entity perished, their residual essence and information strings were automatically pulled back into the registry of the Suniaster.
Sae Chabashira didn't let the detail bother her. The wider cosmos contained an infinite number of Pseudo-Gods; losing a single localized fragment was entirely irrelevant to her overall progression.
"Officer Chabashira, what are your directives regarding these prisoners?" Onikage-maru inquired, gesturing toward the captive Flugel as he stepped forward.
Hearing the prompt, the arrayed Flugel maidens held their breath, waiting in agonizing suspense for Sae Chabashira's decree. Their very existence hung entirely on her words.
Sae Chabashira calmly drew another cigarette, lit it, and took a slow, deep drag.
"Hold them. We will leave their ultimate disposition to the Emperor."
"Understood!" Onikage-maru nodded, stepping back into formation.
Right at that moment, Seito's calm, resonant voice echoed precisely beside Sae Chabashira's ear.
"I am extracting Azril and Raphael to the Roundtable terminal. Consign the remaining Flugel to Shoko's custody at the capital. We will determine their final parameters once the War Game reaches its conclusion."
Flash—!
Under the watchful eyes of the imperial forces, the physical forms of Azril and Raphael instantly dissolved, vanishing cleanly from the battlefield.
Having received her operational parameters, Sae Chabashira didn't waste any time.
"Transport the remaining Flugel directly to Harbinger Shoko's position at the capital."
"By your command!"
The imperial officers moved with absolute efficiency, securing the captive Flugel and instantly deploying away from the war zone.
With the field cleared, Sae Chabashira cast her eyes back up toward the celestial vault, tracking the high-intensity engagement unfolding between the two warring conceptual entities.
Due to the flawless synergy and precise coordination of Kirukiru Amou's dual offensive divine artifacts, the native War God, Artosh, had rapidly been pushed into a severe tactical deficit.
Splat!
Kirukiru Amou's spear precisely pierced through Artosh's divine armor, causing a large spray of golden blood to erupt from his torso.
Artosh snarled, utilizing a desperate counter-parry to forcefully wrench her spear away before rapidly retreating a massive distance across the sky.
"Cough... Cough..."
Wiping the golden ichor from his lips, Artosh's eyes burned with an incredibly cold, apocalyptic fury. "You forced my hand...!!"
BOOM——!!!
His divine energy signatures suddenly exploded exponentially, shattering the upper atmosphere!
Artosh had completely disengaged his baseline limiters, unleashing his full, unrestricted capacity!
The sheer, dense weight of his primordial divine pressure threatened to systematically dissolve every piece of matter in the vicinity, as a terrifying torrent of unadulterated combat intent locked down the entire sector!
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(T/N:Sorry for the delay update, I'm kind of busy today.
And it'll be only 1 chapter today...)