Ch.236Chapter 236: A New Era (8).

# Chapter 236: A New Era (8)

The black sphere thrown by Valt.

It was both the first question to confront the demon and the answer containing the power of the 9th Circle.

Valt’s power.

It was different from that of ordinary 9th Circle mages.

Created by absolute willpower and imagination, this extraordinary magic slowly approached Zmorael, absorbing only magical energy.

Had the Tower Masters seen this, they would have fallen backward in shock.

Looking at the slowly approaching black sphere, Zmorael did not smile for the first time.

A bizarre magical law of a completely different dimension from any threat he had faced in his tens of thousands of years was approaching him.

‘It only absorbs magical energy?’

“Hmph, that’s still nothing.”

He desperately unleashed his magical power to shake off the incomprehensible pressure crushing his entire body.

The space around him turned into pitch-black emptiness, attempting to nullify the law of gravity that Valt had redefined.

KUGUUUGUUUGUUUGUUNG—!

Finally, the black sphere collided with Zmorael’s domain of magical energy.

There was no sound. No explosion.

Two absolute laws of the world—the force that attracts everything and the force where nothing exists—began to devour each other.

Bizarre phenomena occurred between them as space tore, light bent, and time distorted.

The massive crater that had been the battlefield began to be sucked inward from the aftermath alone, causing the terrain itself to vanish.

“KRAAAAAAAH!”

It was Zmorael whose balance crumbled.

He had to consume an enormous amount of power to offset the law of gravity, and Valt, not missing that moment, kicked off the ground and charged.

“Your world ends here.”

The voice resonating from within the Primordial Magic Armor was bitterly cold.

Valt’s movement was no longer just about speed as before.

He simply advanced forward.

But each step he took compressed the coordinates of space, bringing him to Zmorael’s face in the blink of an eye.

On his fist formed another black sphere—an ultra-high-density gravitational field.

“You insolent mortal…!”

Zmorael swung his remaining wings and arms in astonishment to defend himself, but it was meaningless.

Valt’s fist, wrapped in the gravitational field, collapsed Zmorael’s defense at the atomic level and pierced straight through his chest.

KWADEUDEUK–!

“Kuhak!”

Zmorael’s massive body was flung back hundreds of meters and crashed into the earth.

A huge hole had been torn in his chest, and around the wound, 9th Circle magic power parasitically interfered with his absolute regenerative ability.

Each time regeneration attempted to occur, gravitational interference twisted and burst the wound open again.

It seemed like the tide had turned.

But an archdemon was still an archdemon.

“Khaha… KHAHAHAHAHA! I admit it! I admit it, Gerungtu! You are no ordinary mortal! However…!”

Laughing maniacally, Zmorael thrust his own hand into the hole in his chest.

“I too am no ordinary demon!”

His hand grasped his heart—the core that was the source of his magical power.

And without hesitation, he burst it.

[Demonic Heart Explosion]

KUOOOOOOOOOOO———!!!

A massive magical explosion that shook the entire continent erupted with Zmorael at its center.

It was not simply a powerful force.

Using his very existence as a sacrifice, it was a final desperate attempt to forcibly corrupt the laws of this world and return everything to hell.

A tsunami of crimson magical energy covered the sky and earth, attempting to devour everything.

“Everyone! To me!”

Holy Maiden Seraphina cried out almost like a scream, squeezing out all her divine power.

A pure white barrier, “Sanctuary,” spread with her at its center.

It was the last bastion, barely enveloping the five heroes and Valt.

KWAGWAGWAGWAGWAGWA!!!

The tsunami of magical energy crashed against the Sanctuary.

With a sound like the world collapsing, the Holy Maiden’s barrier began to crack rapidly.

“Kugh… I can’t hold on…!”

Blood trickled from the Holy Maiden’s mouth.

The Beast King and the Spear Emperor supported her, infusing their auras, but it wasn’t enough.

Even the Medicine Emperor’s healing power was helpless before the wave of corrupted magic.

Only the Sword Saint’s blade barely managed to deflect the incoming fragments.

Inside the Sanctuary, Valt stared at the center of the storm.

As the storm of magical energy cleared, there stood Zmorael, more hideous and powerful than before.

At the cost of sacrificing his heart, he had been reborn as the embodiment of pure destruction and chaos.

His body was no longer a defined form but appeared like a mass of chaos—countless screaming faces and writhing tentacles entangled together.

[KRAAAAH… NOW… I HAVE REGAINED MY TRUE POWER…. THE PACT WITH DRAGONS… I SHALL ANNIHILATE THIS WORLD….]

His voice was no longer a single sound.

It had become a cacophony of hundreds, thousands of voices mixed together, scraping directly at the soul.

“Damn it… What is that… It’s become an even worse monster…!”

Beast King Lycan cried out in despair.

Valt’s expression hardened.

Despite reaching the 9th Circle, the situation had returned to square one—no, it had become even worse.

His 9th Circle magic was powerful, but it lacked the decisive blow needed to finish off that avatar of chaos that was staking its very existence to destroy everything.

‘This won’t work. A war of attrition will ultimately lead to our defeat.’

Zmorael was no longer an individual.

He had become a part of hell itself, chaos incarnate, eroding this world.

As time passed, the world would transform into his domain, and the Sanctuary would eventually collapse.

‘One strike… I need just one strike to end everything.’

The fusion of five powers—the Five Origin Fusion—came to his mind once more.

But he shook his head.

It wasn’t enough.

Those five powers alone couldn’t completely annihilate that chaos.

It was no longer a mere collection of magical energy but had become a concept, a law unto itself.

To destroy a concept, one must clash with an even greater concept.

His gaze naturally turned to Holy Maiden Seraphina.

She was on her knees, bleeding but desperately maintaining the Sanctuary.

The pure white divine power flowing from her body.

It was the power of order and protection that directly opposed the concepts of chaos and destruction.

‘My power… Gerungtu’s destructive force. The five fundamental powers.

And… her power. The power of order that protects the world.

Destruction and creation. Chaos and order.’

An electric realization struck Valt’s mind.

‘If I could combine divine power as well!’

It was an insane idea.

Using his body as a furnace to fuse six conceptual powers.

The probability of success was unknown.

The pain of the process would be beyond imagination, and failure would mean the annihilation of his very existence.

But it was the only hope.

“Holy Maiden.”

Valt approached Seraphina, who was painfully gasping for breath inside the Sanctuary.

“…Hero… I am ashamed. With my power… this is as far as…”

Valt cut off her words.

“That’s not it.”

His eyes shone more serious and resolute than ever before.

“Without your power, we cannot win. So please lend me your last strength.”

Seraphina looked at Valt questioningly amid her confusion.

“That sacred power of yours—I want to create one final force that can shatter that darkness by combining it with all the powers I possess.”

Seraphina’s eyes filled with shock.

“…! That is… what…!”

She understood the meaning of Valt’s words better than anyone.

It was tantamount to suicide.

“This is the power of God. It cannot mix with others! Even if it could, the backlash would…!!”

But she could read no hesitation or fear in Valt’s eyes.

Only an absolute will to save this world and infinite trust in her were contained within.

Throughout tens of thousands of years of history, God had always chosen agents to perform miracles. Perhaps this hero before her eyes was also…

Seraphina smiled faintly through her blood-stained lips.

“…Very well. My faith, my life, and all the miracles granted by the Lord…”

She extended her trembling hand and placed it on Valt’s Primordial Magic Armor.

“…I offer them to you, Hero.”

As her words ended, all the remaining divine power from the Holy Maiden’s body poured into Valt’s body as a dazzling torrent of light.

“KUEEEEEEUGH!!!”

A groan of unimaginable pain erupted from Valt’s mouth.

Inside his body, the five fundamental powers and the pure white divine power violently collided, destroying each other.

His magic circuits burned and severed, his muscles and bones twisted.

The Primordial Magic Armor screamed as parts of it melted and burst open.

But Valt endured.

With his absolute will, he began to suppress all this chaos and guide it in one direction.

Above his right fist, six colors of light appeared, swirling together.

Red aura, blue spirit power, golden magic power, green life force, colorless physical force.

And embracing all of them, purifying and fusing them into one—blindingly white divine power.

Seeing this sight, Zmorael, now an avatar of chaos, felt true fear for the first time.

[T-THAT! STOP…! STOP THAT MADNESS…!]

It was the only light that could annihilate his very existence.

Everyone on the battlefield held their breath.

The heroes watched with awe as the fate of the world hung on the fist of a single person.

Through the pain, Valt smiled faintly.

‘Yes… this is it.’

He had finally obtained the true ultimate power of Gerungtu.