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Chapter 492
There was no difference in the way he fought.
However, there was something incomprehensible imbued within Leon’s attacks.
There were many Transcendents in the world, and because the lives of Transcendents were unbearably long, they possessed vast amounts of knowledge, yet even from Yog’s perspective—an existence that had existed since the beginning—Leon’s existence belonged to a realm of incomprehensibility.
He had no reason.
He fought solely through instincts engraved into his body.
Ironically, the danger had become lower than before.
The patterns themselves might still be threatening, but they had become simpler.
But—
Puh-guk!!!
This was the problem.
Barriers that Leon’s power should never have been able to pierce were being torn through, and flesh that should not have been ripped apart was being shredded apart.
At most, it looked like he was only using enough mana for a single fireball, yet the destructive power resembled hellfire itself.
How was something like that possible?
No matter how arbitrarily beings rewrote laws and forced their own laws upon reality, there always had to be certain conditions.
But Leon had none of that.
He simply altered and strengthened everything to fit the situation at hand.
The outer shell of the tentacles, composed of endlessly durable material, had endured Leon’s attacks until it suddenly tore apart.
Yog rapidly constructed a hypothesis.
That monstrous insect… could it be creating powers suited to the situation in real time?
There was no way that should be possible.
Up to a certain extent, perhaps—but to instantly create a power superior to the traits Yog himself possessed was enough to leave even him bewildered.
If that was the case…
Then kill him in a single strike before he could create something to counter it.
Part of Yog’s flesh squirmed before producing grotesque black tentacles.
And then—
The moment Leon unleashed a fatal attack—
It stabbed into Leon’s heart at sub-light speed.
Leon reacted reflexively, but perhaps because his reason had yet to return, there was obvious clumsiness in his movements.
And to Yog, that was a golden opportunity.
Leon’s body, which had been attacking like a machine, abruptly froze.
“No!!”
Uriel, collapsed on the ground without even the strength to stand, shouted urgently.
If Leon Cascadia was somehow creating countermeasures in real time—
Then all Yog had to do was kill him before he obtained the means to adapt—
[What a monstrous bastard…….]
Yog lamented sincerely.
He had succeeded in instantly severing Leon’s life signs.
But afterward, yet another change occurred within Leon.
The Will of Immortality.
For the previous Leon, it had been a power that activated only once before becoming inactive, but now that the Hall of Martial God had awakened within him, Leon ignored even that restriction.
Even the Archangel of Healing could not resurrect the dead.
Yet Leon alone was ignoring death itself.
Calamity.
There truly was no other word to describe it.
If you failed to kill him instantly, he would rapidly devise a countermeasure and grow stronger, but even if you did kill him, he would resurrect anyway.
Seal him?
Could something like a seal truly stop that monster?
Chiiiiiiik…….
Moreover, there was something that had been irritating Yog to an extreme degree since earlier.
Poison and curses.
The poison and curses Leon had stabbed into him to keep him in check were also adapting and growing stronger as if evolving.
Not only had the poison and curses themselves strengthened, but there was clearly some other unidentified force residing within Leon’s body that supported them.
Leon Cascadia was already a mutant human with monstrously rapid adaptation, but Yog had never imagined that the starting point of it all would be the Hall of Martial God.
At this point, there was no longer any merit to having closed the distance.
Leon’s eyes and mouth, which until now had shown no expression like an object, twitched slightly.
Afterward, a stumbling voice slowly emerged from his mouth.
“Hah. Fu…… cking. Bas…… tard.”
Leon was steadily growing stronger, and Yog even had the unsettling feeling that Leon’s consciousness—though extremely faint—was slowly returning.
The more that happened, the more Yog’s sense that his own life was in danger continued to grow.
The situation was deteriorating entirely one-sidedly.
Even Yog could no longer grasp how he was supposed to kill that thing that had become a monster.
In that case—
He needed to find a weakness.
There had to be an opening somewhere.
And then, someone entered Yog’s senses, and his eyes curved as though forming a chilling smile.
* * *
“He’s fighting using only habits and instincts after losing his reason.”
Uriel staggered toward Michael while clutching his abdomen.
Even now, Michael was slowly recovering his power.
“Something is strange, Lord Michael.”
Was there even anyone capable of explaining the current situation?
Michael slowly rose to his feet and approached Nyarlathotep.
“Do you know anything about that situation?”
“Well now. I only pieced together fragmented bits of information myself. I don’t know anything precise or definitive. If I truly knew, there’d be no reason for me to desperately watch this while risking my neck, would there? On the contrary, it’s far more interesting because it cannot be interpreted through any existing case.”
Uriel frowned in displeasure at the absurdly relaxed attitude, as though he were merely watching a story from another world unfold.
In the end, it meant he was useless.
“However, there is one thing whose purpose I still find curious.”
“What is it?”
“That demonic sword Leon Cascadia is carrying.”
Leon, having lost his reason, was still wielding the Demonic Sword recklessly while clashing against Yog.
“I still don’t understand the effect of that thing.”
Come to think of it, while they knew it was a key, after it reached 100% activation, it had never shown any noticeable change.
Was its role really nothing more than resonating up to a 100% activation rate?
Just as such doubts surfaced—
Luna and Baal joined them.
“What happened?”
“He succeeded in breaking through the wall of the Martial God.”
Michael answered Baal’s question truthfully.
“My god. What kind of absurd power is that?”
“Leon…….”
Baal seemed to instantly grasp the very structure of Leon’s power and muttered in horror, while Luna looked at Leon with concern.
Afterward, she immediately attempted to heal Gabriel, who was critically wounded and fading away.
“Stop, Luna. I’m already beyond the point where even your power can save me.”
“Shut up. If you caused this mess, then take responsibility until the very end.”
“It has already left my hands. The only thing we can do now is stay out of the aftermath and pray.”
Gabriel coughed up blood violently, and Luna narrowed her eyes.
“Your divinity has already been damaged. Recovery is impossible.”
“Cough. Haha. Wanting a monster who slaughtered hundreds of thousands to survive would probably be an indulgence that should never be permitted…….”
That was when it happened.
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Gabriel’s eyes snapped wide open, and he instantly hurled himself forward to shield Luna.
His body was already collapsing, yet it was impossible to tell where such strength came from—or just how obsessive he was.
Puh-guk!!!!
At the same time, one of his arms vanished without a trace, as though erased from existence.
“Kuugh?!”
The horrifying power of Yog, who casually ignored the rank of an Archangel and tore through everything, was enough to send chills down one’s spine.
“Gabriel!”
Only afterward did Luna catch him as though supporting him.
“Cough! I really can’t even die peacefully. Prepare yourself, Luna. That bastard has noticed Leon Cascadia’s weakness.”
Leon’s movements halted for an instant.
He had no reason, yet there was still a reaction.
Even while he continued pressing Yog without moving to protect anyone, part of his body still reacted.
Yog did not miss that opening.
By attacking Luna, he created an opening in Leon.
Then he attempted to exploit that gap and inflict a fatal wound upon Leon.
Considering Leon’s current state—reviving even after death—it should have held little meaning, but if it was Yog, he undoubtedly had some sort of plan.
Another attack came flying in.
Luna tried to counterattack, but Baal grabbed her and hurled himself away.
“Have you gone insane?! Are you desperate to die?! We need to get away from here first—!”
“Leon!!”
Using the fact that Leon flinched once more, Yog’s tentacles wrapped around Leon and slammed him into the ground.
Then, with sharp-ended tentacles, it mercilessly carved enormous holes through Leon’s body.
Any living being would unquestionably die from such an attack.
Yog had no intention of missing this golden opportunity.
He resurrected every time he died.
For some reason, Luna was reminded of something from the past upon seeing this transformation.
Leon’s words about endlessly repeating death and resurrection within the space called Labyrinthos.
Only after stabbing tentacles into Leon until the struggling body stopped moving entirely did Yog finally speak in relief.
[If I cannot kill you, then I shall make you into my servant.]
He should know perfectly well that Leon could not be corrupted.
Then why?
There was confidence within his actions.
He undoubtedly had some hidden method prepared.
At that moment, Luna violently shook off Baal and tried to charge at Yog—
The hand of Leon, who had remained motionless and silent, twitched.
At the same time, while collapsed on the ground, he raised the Demonic Sword and spun it rapidly before gripping it in reverse and stabbing it into his own body.
What kind of insane act was that?!
The horrified onlookers widened their eyes.
But Leon did not stop there.
With the Demonic Sword still lodged in his body, he twisted it like turning a key.
A horrifying sound of flesh tearing apart rang out as light exploded forth.
However, the truly shocking part began then.
The sword piercing through Leon’s body began spewing light and gradually changing shape.
Its form resembled a strange little rod more than a sword.
Wooooooong…….
Alongside a faint resonance, the form of the Demonic Sword crumbled away and seeped into Leon.
And then—
Leon, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly snapped them open and slowly rose to his feet.
[How……? Even this should have been impossible to counter!]
Yog shouted in fury and bewilderment.
Meanwhile, Nyarlathotep—whose body had been reduced to nothing but a head—burst into maniacal laughter.
“Uheuh…… Uahahahahahaha!! Truly unbelievable! I couldn’t possibly be more satisfied than this!”
That madness—laughing as though nothing in the world mattered—was horrifying enough to cause chills.
Afterward, Leon slowly rose to his feet and cracked his body loose with loud popping sounds.
Then he spoke.
“Ugh, there’s not a single part of my arms and legs that doesn’t ache.”
Just moments ago, Leon had looked as though he had lost his ego entirely in exchange for obtaining immense power.
But now, his tone no longer sounded like that of a being without an ego.
As though aware that the Demonic Sword had disappeared, Leon soon punched through empty air, shattered it, and pulled the Divine Artifact Pragarach out from within the dimensional gap.
“Luna. Go tell them the war’s over. I’ll be back soon.”
At that voice, casual as though he were merely stepping out for a walk, Luna could only stare blankly, unable even to retort.
“I absolutely refuse to look like some ego-less machine.”
[Nothing changes. If you cannot be killed by any method, then I shall tear apart the very world upon which you stand.]
At last, Yog decided that if Leon could not be killed, then he would simply erase the world Leon stood upon.
Energy incomparable to anything before erupted from Yog.
Faced with a presence that looked ready to devour and tear apart dimensions themselves at any moment, the others could only freeze in place.
But Leon had already approached to point-blank range before the creature.
Unlike before, when he moved like a machine driven purely by instinct, these movements were thoroughly efficient.
Leon extended his hand.
Yog fired tentacles in retaliation, but Leon’s hand was faster, grasping Yog’s eye as though it possessed physical form.
“Bring every last bit of corruption you spewed out with you.”
With a cold expression, Leon recited the activation phrase for something.
[Subspace]
Originally, no living being could ever enter subspace.
That was true even for Transcendents.
However, the Subspace Leon manifested operated under laws different from ordinary subspace.
The trait he had obtained before becoming a Martial God had completed itself upon his ascension into one.
Centered around Leon and Yog’s eyes, a sphere of light resembling a black hole trembled violently as it slowly expanded.
The sphere shook frantically before abruptly swelling in an instant, swallowing both Yog and Leon whole.
Then it spewed out a fierce burst of light before scattering and vanishing in a single moment.
Nothing remained where that light had touched.
As though every element composing the world itself had been erased.
Air flowed into the emptied space, creating a bizarre current.
After Leon and Yog disappeared, those left behind could not hide their bewilderment.
All traces of Leon had vanished as though evaporated—
But every trace of Yog that had been consuming the world had also disappeared completely, leaving behind not even a speck.
* * *
After dragging Yog’s true body and all of its corruption into the Subspace, Leon lightly loosened up his body and raised the only weapon he had left—the Divine Artifact Pragarach.
“That size is no joke.”
A scale too enormous to even perceive with the eyes.
It truly drove home what “cosmic scale” meant.
Of course, none of that mattered.
Even if the creature’s body were even larger than that, the core composing it would remain unchanged.
“You’re trapped in here now.”
Was Yog’s voice simply too enormous?
Or was it too far away?
He could not hear it.
However, he could clearly feel the creature’s overwhelming rage.
An incomprehensible force erupted from Yog, tearing Leon’s body apart, but newly born powers instantly controlled it and endured.
“One of us has to die here before we get out.”
Tentacles incomparably larger than anything before crashed down upon Leon like a final act of resistance.
Each carried enough mass that a single one striking the ground would overturn an entire planet.
Could he win?
There was no need for such doubts.
Even if he could not kill the creature now, time was on his side.
Eventually, the creature would have no choice but to die.
The form of the Divine Artifact Pragarach became wrapped in light before transforming into a bow.
Leon slowly drew the bowstring and aimed the tip of the lightning-forged arrow toward the heavens.
Out of all possible attributes, this one’s lightning-based too.
One of the halls consumed by the Hall of Martial God—the Hall of the Bow.
As though he had used it countless times before, Leon released the bowstring, and the arrow distorted space itself as it pierced through the flesh of the colossal monster.
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