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Chapter 10: The Four Demon Kings! Part 2
The sky split apart with thunder as five colossal shadows descended, breaking through the storm-wracked heavens like gods answering a prayer.
VWOOMMM! BOOM! KRRRSHHH!
The ground trembled with each landing. Dust storms roared outward, winds screaming as titanic frames planted themselves firmly between the Demon Kings and humanity's final hope.
Gundam White Wing Zero—Kieth's white angel of destruction, wings flaring with radiant plasma feathers.
Cosmic Freedom Gundam—Josh's shining beacon, bristling with weapons pods that shimmered like stars.
Black Barbatos Lupus Rex—Cain's brutal war-beast, claws glinting, thrusters growling like a predator ready to rip.
White Shinobi Gundam—Vismond's phantom, sleek and silent, its blade already humming with hidden death.
Dragonic Astray Gundam—Chris's dragon-shaped titan, crimson scales glowing, cannons locked and spitting embers.
The battlefield froze. The Four Demon Kings stared up—not in fear, but in recognition. The air tightened, heavy with the tension of ancient prophecy.
Mephistopheles' eyes glowed brighter, his tone still cold, but laced with faint amusement.
"So… the true weapons awaken. The last remnants of your lost gods, resurrected in steel. Interesting."
Aamon bellowed laughter, pounding his chest, each strike sounding like a collapsing mountain.
"GOOD! GOOD! Strong meat, strong bone! Show me your best struggle before I feast on your corpses!"
Astaroth's fury ignited, red lightning whipping across the battlefield.
"BREAK THEM! BREAK THEM ALL! TEAR THEIR MACHINES TO PIECES!"
Azazel, lips curling into a grin of ecstasy, whispered as if savoring the moment:
"Ahhh… finally. The perfect canvas for cruelty. I will carve your hope into despair."
Kieth's voice cut through their taunts, amplified by White Wing Zero's comms.
"You bastards want a show? Then you'll get a finale worth remembering."
His wings snapped open, feathers of light scattering into the stormy sky. Josh's Cosmic Freedom spread its arms, remote weapons blooming into formation around him. Cain slammed Lupus Rex's claws into the dirt, sparks spraying as the beast growled through the speakers. Vismond's Shinobi Gundam vanished from sight in a blur of speed, its sensors ghosting the battlefield. Chris's Dragonic Astray raised its dragon head-cannon, smoke curling from its maw.
And then—
The Chimera Lord moved.
From behind the Four Demon Kings, the monstrosity of Frank Abigneil fused with countless Ani heroes and chimera beasts erupted from the ground, its many faces screaming, its body twisting with grotesque mutations. Blades, wings, claws, and human limbs merged into a hulking titan that towered even over the Gundams. Its voice was a cacophony, layered with Frank's mocking laughter and the wails of those trapped inside.
"YOU CAN'T KILL ME! I AM EVERY HERO YOU FAILED TO SAVE! I AM YOUR NIGHTMARE GIVEN FLESH!"
Chris's breath caught in his throat inside the cockpit. His HUD lit with warnings, and he gritted his teeth.
"Frank… what the hell did you do…?"
The battlefield split into chaos.
Kieth and White Wing Zero lunged at Mephistopheles, the chains of Incarceration snapping upward to bind his wings.
Josh's Cosmic Freedom locked onto Aamon, their clash lighting up the battlefield with cannon fire and titanic fists.
Cain's Lupus Rex howled into combat with Azazel, claw against shadow, brutality against cruelty.
Vismond's Shinobi Gundam hunted Astaroth, weaving through lightning strikes, blades flashing.
Chris's Dragonic Astray faced the Chimera Lord, its dragon cannons roaring as abomination fought abomination.
The world itself seemed to split under the sheer magnitude of the clash—steel, fury, and magic colliding in an apocalyptic symphony.
Inside White Wing Zero, Kieth's hands were steady on the controls, sweat dripping down his face. His eyes burned with defiance.
"This is it, boys. No more running. No more holding back. We bring them down together—"
Josh's voice cut in, resolute. "Til the end."
Cain snarled. "Let's see who bleeds first."
Vismond whispered, almost smiling. "They won't even see me coming."
Chris roared. "For everyone Frank destroyed—this ends NOW!"
The Gundams charged, the Demon Kings roared, and the Chimera Lord screamed.
The final war for the world had begun.
The earth split open as Kieth's Cosmic White Wing Gundam shot forward, thrusters screaming. The gleaming wings spread like radiant blades of starlight, scattering debris with every beat. Across from him, Mephistopheles, cloaked in molten flame and shadow, raised her obsidian greatsword and met his charge head-on.
The impact was apocalyptic.
A thunderclap of steel and plasma tore the clouds apart, the force of their collision vaporizing what remained of the battlefield's surface. Energy shockwaves rippled outward in golden and crimson waves, toppling demon fortresses miles away.
"Still clinging to that hope?" Mephistopheles' voice echoed through the Gundam's comms, cold yet edged with disdain. "How many times will you let this world betray you before you learn?"
Kieth gritted his teeth, gripping the controls as sparks burst across his console. "You talk too damn much for someone about to get decked by a thirty-meter fist!"
He pushed both throttles forward. The Gundam's thrusters ignited, propelling the white titan upward before slamming down with a celestial drop-kick. The ground exploded beneath the impact, sending Mephistopheles flying through a cascade of shattered stone and fire.
Before she could recover, Kieth raised the Gundam's plasma cannon. "Eat this!"
A beam of condensed starlight roared forth, cutting across the landscape and engulfing her in a burning white inferno.
But when the smoke cleared, Mephistopheles was already there—her armor cracked but her grin unfazed. She lifted her sword and, with a single sweeping arc, sliced through the afterglow of the blast.
Flames and black lightning surged from her armor, taking shape behind her like skeletal wings. "You think your toys can match me?" she roared.
Her counterattack came like a storm. She swung her sword in an upward arc that cleaved the air itself. The pressure alone shattered the Gundam's left forearm guard, sending alarms blaring across Kieth's cockpit.
"Damn it!" Kieth cursed, rerouting power. "Metatron, boost output to right thrusters!"
[METATRON CHIM IN] "Output increased by 42%. Try not to miss."
Kieth's eyes sharpened. "I never do."
The Gundam pivoted, its thrusters flaring gold. It spun in midair, dodging another incoming strike before delivering a spinning heel kick that sent Mephistopheles skidding backward, carving a molten trail across the scorched plains.
"Impressive!" she shouted, her voice vibrating the very air. "But all you're doing is delaying the inevitable!"
Her sword ignited again, this time burning with a core of purple flame that tore at the edges of reality. She swung horizontally—Kieth crossed both beam sabers to block, the clash detonating with a blinding flash that illuminated the sky like a second sun.
Both giants strained against each other—metal screaming, flame roaring, plasma flaring.
Kieth growled, forcing the Gundam forward. "You think power makes you right?! You're just another tyrant hiding behind destruction!"
"And you're still pretending you can save a world built on lies!" she roared back.
The energy between their weapons spiked—then erupted.
A colossal explosion of white and crimson energy consumed them both, vaporizing the clouds above and shaking the atmosphere itself. As the dust cleared, both titans reemerged, battered but standing, eyes locked.
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
The next round had already begun—one side burning with divine resolve, the other with wrath sharpened by betrayal.
The sky itself braced for their next strike.
The ground beneath Cosmic Freedom Gundam buckled and groaned. Josh's titan was locked in a brutal wrestling match with Aamon, the Demon King of Wrath, whose bulk was a veritable mountain of muscle and shadow. Aamon's fists, each the size of a small car, rained down like meteors.
BOOM! KRA-KOOM!
Cosmic Freedom's Phase Shift armor groaned, energy fields shimmering violently as they absorbed the concussive force. Josh's teeth were gritted so tight his jaw ached. The impact of a blow that connected squarely with the Gundam's shoulder nearly ripped the controls from his hands.
"You're big, but you're slow, you overgrown oaf!" Josh yelled into the comms.
He punched the controls, deploying the Full Burst System. All the Gundam's remote weapons—the Dragoons—snapped out from their storage bays. They fanned out around Aamon, painting the behemoth with multiple targeting lasers.
"Burn in hell!"
A coordinated volley of high-energy beams screamed across the short distance, stitching a line of molten explosions across Aamon's chest. The Demon King roared, a sound that cracked the very stones around them, stumbling backward and momentarily blinded by the searing light.
Josh didn't hesitate. He thrust the Gundam forward, twin beam sabers igniting in the Cosmic Freedom's hands. He aimed for the Demon King's massive forearms, the source of the crushing power.
SHIIIICK!
The plasma blades sliced deep, drawing a geyser of oily, black ichor that smelled of sulfur and ozone. Aamon shrieked in pain and fury, swinging his gigantic arms in a desperate, wild arc. Josh slammed the throttle back, Cosmic Freedom pulling a dizzying, acrobatic backflip just as Aamon's arms smashed into each other where the Gundam had been. The force of the failed attack sent another shockwave radiating out.
"Dance, little bug! DANCE!" Aamon bellowed, already recovering, the wounds on his arms beginning to rapidly close, steaming with infernal energy.
Josh's eyes narrowed. He heals too fast! I can't keep this up! He was relying on pure speed and precision against sheer, brute, regenerating force.
Aamon lunged, a sudden burst of speed betraying his size. Josh barely had time to throw up a protective barrier of Dragoons, their energy shields taking the brunt of the charge. The Gundam was shoved backward, grinding a deep trench into the earth.
"I will crush you and your light!" Aamon roared, his huge hands clamping onto the Cosmic Freedom's head and shoulder.
CRUNCH!
Alarms flashed crimson. The cockpit was plunged into a warning strobe. Josh fought the controls, the immense pressure threatening to rip the head clean off the Gundam's torso.
"Not… happening!" Josh gasped.
He triggered the Hip Railguns. Firing at point-blank range, the massive cannons hammered into Aamon's sides. The kinetic impact was deafening. The Demon King flinched, the pressure on the Gundam momentarily easing.
That was all Josh needed.
With a surge of power, Cosmic Freedom's legs kicked out, sending a focused blast of thruster fire into Aamon's gut. The Demon King grunted, momentarily releasing his grip. Cosmic Freedom blasted free, hovering back a hundred meters, battered but whole.
Josh knew the next attack had to count, or the Demon King would end him. He glanced at his main weapons display, then at the enormous, half-recovering Demon King.
"Let's try a different kind of 'Full Burst'," Josh muttered, sweat slicking the control stick.
He redirected all remaining power from the armor and movement to the central weapon systems. The Cosmic Freedom's Multi-Phase Beam Cannon, mounted on its chest, began to glow with a terrifying, contained white-blue light. The energy reading spiked exponentially, overloading his own display.
Aamon saw the charge, saw the danger, and roared, preparing another charge.
"Come on, you bastard! Get closer!" Josh yelled, his voice strained with adrenaline.
When Aamon was halfway across the distance, Josh screamed the command:
"FIRE!"
A pillar of pure, concentrated energy—a beam that looked solid, like a lance of solidified sunlight—shot forth. It was too fast, too powerful, too close for Aamon to dodge or shield against. The massive beam lanced through the Demon King's chest, punching a hole clean through his colossal body.
Aamon stopped dead in his tracks, his roar dying in his throat. He looked down at the gaping, smoking, molten wound where his heart should have been. The air crackled with residual power.
Then, with a sound like a glacier collapsing, Aamon fell, hitting the ground and sending a tremor through the world that rivaled the initial landings of the Gundams.
Josh slumped back in his seat, breathing heavily, the cockpit's alarms slowly turning from red back to yellow. Cosmic Freedom stood over the fallen giant, its sensors confirming no life signs.
"One down," Josh whispered, wiping the sweat from his brow. "One demon king, down."
But the fight wasn't over. The sky was still splitting, and three other Demon Kings—and the nightmare Chimera Lord—still raged against his friends.
The Predator vs. The Sadist
On the northern flank of the battlefield, the clash between Black Barbatos Lupus Rex and Azazel, the Demon King of Cruelty, was a dance of pure, unrestrained savagery.
Barbatos was a frenzy of motion, a brutal predator moving with impossible, primal speed. Cain was lost in the thrill of the hunt, his face a mask of fierce concentration, the Alaya-Vijnana System feeding the Barbatos' movements directly into his nervous system.
CLANG! SCRAPE! TEAR!
The Gundam's immense Ultra Large Mace hammered down, each swing cracking the earth. Azazel, wreathed in shadows and armed with wickedly curved obsidian claws, met the attacks with an ecstatic grin. He was faster than he looked, darting around the devastating blows, his movements fluid and unpredictable.
"Yes! That's it! The raw, beautiful pain of the kill!" Azazel hissed, his voice a sibilant whisper that seemed to echo inside Cain's skull.
He lunged, claws extended. Cain responded by throwing the mace, using it as a shield to deflect the attack before recalling it with the wire anchor. The mace struck Azazel, sending him sliding back, but the Demon King immediately righted himself, laughing.
"You are strong, little killer, but you lack finesse! You just want to break things! I want to savor the pieces!"
Azazel raised both hands. The shadows around him coalesced, solidifying into monstrous, razor-edged restraints—the Chains of Agony. They shot out, wrapping around Barbatos' legs and torso, binding the massive machine.
Cain snarled, jerking the controls wildly. "Get off me, you creep!"
The Gundam struggled, thrusters flaring uselessly. The shadows tightened, beginning to crush the Barbatos' armor. Cain felt a sharp, mental spike of pain—Azazel's magic was directly attacking the Alaya-Vijnana connection.
"Feel the chains that bind your ambition!" Azazel crowed, walking closer, savoring the moment. "Feel the despair of a caged beast!"
Inside the cockpit, blood dripped from Cain's nose and mouth. His eyes were wide, focused entirely on the crushing sensation. He didn't scream. He roared.
"GET. OFF!"
He didn't rely on the thrusters or weapons. He relied on the beast within the machine. He channeled all his defiance into the Barbatos' arms, extending the Claws of the Wolf on both hands. With a massive, primal heave, the Gundam began to tear at the shadow chains.
SCREEEEECH!
Metal screamed against condensed shadow. Cain was ripping the chains apart through sheer, overwhelming force. The Barbatos wasn't just breaking the magic—it was tearing the magic's connection to Azazel.
"Impossible!" Azazel hissed, his sadistic glee momentarily replaced by shock.
Barbatos was free. It didn't pause. It didn't recover. It charged.
Cain didn't even use the mace. The Gundam shot forward, its giant, sharp claws extended. It was a close-quarters kill. He bypassed Azazel's armor, aiming for the weakest point—the throat and the core of the shadow-wielding Demon King.
SHNNNCK!
The Black Barbatos slammed into Azazel, its claws sinking deep. Cain twisted the controls, ripping the Barbatos' claws upward, tearing the Demon King of Cruelty in two from groin to neck.
Azazel's cry was cut short. His eyes, fixed on the snarling mask of the Barbatos, widened in a moment of pure, comprehending terror before his shattered form dissolved into wisps of screaming shadow and ash.
Cain didn't watch him fall. He stood over the dissolving remains, his breathing ragged, the Lupus Rex's armor already smoking from the brutal stress.
"Two down," Cain rasped, forcing his breathing to normalize. "Who's next?"
The Phantom vs. The Tempest
Vismond was everywhere and nowhere. White Shinobi Gundam was a blur of movement, an apparition weaving through the furious, uncontrolled lightning of Astaroth, the Demon King of Ruin.
Astaroth was a maelstrom of destruction, cloaked in blinding red lightning and swinging a massive, chaotic two-handed axe that unleashed continuous blasts of fiery, concussive energy. He was trying to demolish the entire area just to catch his elusive target.
ZZZZAPP! BOOM! CRACKLE!
"Stand still, coward! Face your destruction!" Astaroth roared, the sound distorted by the crackling energy around him.
The Shinobi Gundam's I-Field Stealth Coating was working overtime, confusing Astaroth's tracking sensors. Vismond, a master of misdirection and speed, used the chaos to his advantage, closing the distance for a precise strike.
"You don't fight a phantom with lightning," Vismond murmured, his voice calm and cold in the cockpit. "You fight it with a knife."
The Shinobi Gundam appeared suddenly, an arm's length from Astaroth's midsection. Its unique Blade Whip snapped out, wrapping around Astaroth's weapon arm. Before Astaroth could react, Vismond channeled the Gundam's energy into the whip.
KZZZZT!
A shockwave of focused electrical energy surged through the whip, momentarily stunning Astaroth and causing his lightning field to flicker and fail.
Vismond didn't wait. He retracted the Blade Whip and replaced it with a short, razor-sharp Beam Tanto. The Shinobi Gundam thrust forward with blinding speed, a silent, deadly strike.
The blade plunged straight into Astaroth's core, avoiding the Demon King's thick outer armor. The Demon King stiffened, the light dying in his eyes as Vismond twisted the blade, severing the core of his power.
Vismond pulled the Blade Tanto out, the entire exchange having lasted less than a second. Astaroth stood still for a moment, then his colossal form began to glow from within, consumed by the energy Vismond had left behind.
FWOOM!
A silent, massive explosion of light consumed Astaroth. When the light faded, only Vismond's White Shinobi Gundam remained, the only sign of the engagement being a slight scorch mark on the blade of its Tanto.
"Three down," Vismond whispered, a ghost's smile touching his lips. He spun the Gundam toward the center of the fray, where Kieth was still locked in battle and Chris was facing the Chimera Lord. "Time to finish the nightmare."
Mean while at josh vs aamon.
The massive pillar of concentrated starlight from Josh's Cosmic Freedom Gundam slammed into the chest of Aamon, the Demon King of Carnage. The force was apocalyptic, punching a hole clean through the center of the colossal shadow-beast.
Aamon stopped dead, his earth-shaking roar turning into a choked gasp. He looked down at the gaping, molten wound where his core should have been. For a second, all eyes fixed on the fallen giant.
Josh slumped in his cockpit, breathing heavily. "One down," he rasped, "I told you you were slow, oaf."
But the victory was short-lived.
With a sound like tearing steel, the black ichor surrounding Aamon's wound boiled furiously. The shadow-flesh knit itself back together with horrifying speed, though the core remained scarred and volatile. Aamon's body surged with renewed, frenzied energy.
RRRRAAAAGH!
The Demon King of Carnage burst back to life, leaping up with a speed that defied his size. The massive hole in his chest now glowed with crimson energy—a volatile weak point, but his power was doubled by the sheer, unbridled rage of his near-death experience.
"Y-You think a parlor trick can stop true CARNAGE?!" Aamon bellowed, slamming both titanic fists down where Josh had been. The fists pulverized the ground, sending molten rock skyward.
"He's still alive?! Too much rage!" Josh swore, the adrenaline slamming back into his system.
Cosmic Freedom Takes Flight
Josh knew he couldn't trade blows. He needed speed and precision against this regenerating mass of hatred.
"Metatron, engage HiMAT mode! Output to thrusters!"
The Cosmic Freedom's wings instantly spread to their maximum expanse, engines roaring. The Gundam became a blur of white and blue, executing a series of dizzying maneuvers. Josh, relying on his hyper-fast reflexes, made the machine dance, dodging Aamon's sweeping blows with mere milliseconds to spare.
VWOOSH! The Gundam performed a snap-turn and boosted up, just as Aamon's fist ripped a trench in the earth beneath its feet.
"Can't touch me, big guy!" Josh yelled, his voice tight but focused.
Aamon, enraged by the evasiveness, focused his energy and unleashed a massive, chaotic breath attack—a gout of corrosive black fire.
Josh didn't run. He countered.
He slammed the control stick forward, and the Cosmic Freedom flew straight into the stream of black fire. As it did, the wings flared, instantly deploying the DRAGOON System. The remote weapons units launched and fanned out, forming a tight, mobile formation around the Gundam.
The DRAGOONs didn't attack; they acted as a dynamic shield, firing concentrated energy bursts to cut and redirect the black fire just long enough for the Gundam to punch through the center of the attack and emerge directly above Aamon.
"Target lock—maximum saturation!"
Before Aamon could track the sudden, close-range appearance, Josh unleashed a barrage of weapons. The shoulder-mounted Plasma Beam Cannons and the Hip Railguns fired simultaneously, hammering into the crimson scar on Aamon's chest. The kinetic and energy impact slammed the Demon King to his knees.
The Full Burst Gambit
Aamon, wounded and burning, looked up with pure, murderous hatred. "I'll rip your steel wings off, boy!" He threw a huge boulder of shadow-infused earth at the Gundam.
Josh knew this was his only chance to put Aamon down for good before the Demon King fully adapted. He would risk everything on one impossible shot.
He ignited the twin Beam Sabers and slashed the incoming boulder apart. As the debris rained down, he executed a high-speed, complex trajectory that took the Cosmic Freedom high above Aamon, placing the sun directly behind the Gundam.
"Full Burst System—All weapons maximum output! Metatron, synchronize and fire!"
The Cosmic Freedom became a blinding beacon of light. The twin Hip Railguns swung up. The Plasma Beam Cannons locked forward. And all DRAGOONs positioned themselves in a circular firing pattern around Aamon, aiming their beams directly at the Demon King's damaged core.
Josh was simultaneously targeting, flying, and controlling over a dozen different weapons systems. It was a feat of impossible multi-tasking and precision.
"EVERYTHING YOU ARE—IS CARNAGE! AND CARNAGE ENDS HERE!"
The system fired.
A concentrated, terrifying array of beams—blue, red, and white—converged on the single, volatile crimson scar on Aamon's chest. It was an overwhelming, simultaneous attack designed to pierce the regenerating malice and atomize his core before his rage could compensate.
KRA-KOOOM!
The light was blinding. The force of the multiple, focused beams hitting the Demon King was like an internal bomb going off. Aamon's armor violently ruptured, and he collapsed, a mountain of defeated malice, his body now smoking and still.
"He... he's finally down," Josh gasped, the cockpit bathed in warning lights as the Full Burst System shut down, drained of power.
But the silence was shattered instantly by the sound of a roaring battle cry from the center of the fray, where Kieth was now completely enveloped by Mephistopheles' shadow chains.
Josh looked up, his sensors screaming warnings. Aamon was down, but the battle was far from over, and Kieth was in mortal peril.
To be continued