"Hmph. White Dragon Emperor, Red Dragon Emperor. We'd been planning to hunt you down, but you walked right into our trap. Perfect—now we can test the full power of [Leviathan of the End]."
Nyx, the Goddess of Night, fixed Vali and his companions with a cold, predatory smile.
"Even in Juggernaut Drive, they're still so heavily suppressed. If we can push this Sacred Gear to its limit, controlling the Heavenly Dragons will be child's play."
Erebus's eyes gleamed with fanatic confidence.
"No wonder it's said to have the potential to dominate even Dragon Gods. If we keep refining it, we might control not just the Two Heavenly Dragons, but that mysterious dragon shadow as well!"
Tartarus couldn't hold back a wild, guttural laugh.
"Once we control the Two Dragons and that giant phantom, the world itself will kneel before us!"
Vali's lip curled in contempt.
"Big talk for a bunch of rats who hide in the dark. You're all bark, no bite."
Lux snorted, piling on.
"Thinking you can control the Heavenly Dragons, or even Shuo Nangong? You have no idea what you're up against."
Both Vali and Lux had felt Shuo's terrifying power firsthand. To them, Nyx and her crew were digging their own graves.
Nyx remained unshaken, her calm almost mocking.
"No need to argue. Facts speak for themselves."
She eyed Vali and Lux, calculating.
"Judging by your reactions, you know exactly what that dragon phantom is—and how it's connected to Shuo Nangong. Once we've captured you, we'll wring every secret out of you."
Erebus grinned, lost in his own twisted fantasies.
Dulio, usually laid-back, suddenly went dead serious.
"Are you all done gloating? You're underestimating us."
With a flick of his hand, flames and ice pillars erupted, forcing Angra Mainyu back. For the first time, the Persian god was on the defensive.
Sensing their ally faltering, Nyx, Erebus, and Tartarus prepared to join the fray and end things decisively.
A magic circle flared in the center of the battlefield.
Three figures materialized, radiating overwhelming presence.
Sirzechs.
Michael.
Azazel.
The leaders of the three great Biblical factions.
Azazel flashed a grin.
"Yo, Vali. Hope we're not late to the party."
"If you'd shown up any later, we'd be toast!"
Vali and Lux shot back, half-joking, half-exasperated. Their battered bodies told the story—another few minutes and they'd have been finished.
"Just the three of you this time?" Vali asked, wary.
Michael smiled reassuringly.
"We've already sent word to Shuo-kun. Just in case, the three of us came ahead."
Relief washed over Vali's team.
Sirzechs turned to the enemy gods, his voice grave.
"Nyx. This is your last chance. Surrender."
Nyx's expression darkened. She hadn't expected Vali to call in such powerful reinforcements—Michael, Azazel, and Sirzechs together were a force to be reckoned with.
But Nyx only smiled coldly, gaze shifting to the shadows.
"Sirzechs, did you really think you were the only ones with backup? How naïve."
A ripple of unease passed through the allied leaders.
Before anyone could respond, a misty distortion split the barrier. A figure stepped through, unhurried and mocking.
Nyx's lips twisted.
"Rizevim. You look as shameless as ever."
Vali's face twisted in rage and loathing.
"Rizevim! You bastard—why are you here?!"
Murmurs of dread swept through the ranks.
"He's allied with Nyx? That's bad…"
Sirzechs and the others immediately realized how the balance had shifted.
Rizevim Livan Lucifer—a Transcendent, infamous for his "Sacred Gear Canceller." With him on Nyx's side, the advantage was gone.
Vali, Lux, Dulio—their God-killing Sacred Gears would be rendered powerless. Even Azazel's artificial Sacred Gears would be nothing but dead weight.
Rizevim's gaze landed on Vali, voice dripping with contempt.
"Vali, my dear great-grandson. Still as useless as ever—just like your pitiful parents. Boring, boring."
Vali's aura exploded—he nearly triggered Juggernaut Drive on the spot. Lux and the others barely managed to restrain him. Facing Rizevim head-on would be suicide.
Tension crackled. The battlefield was a powder keg.
Suddenly, the barrier shattered like glass.
A familiar, teasing voice echoed across the chaos.
"Yo. Looks like everyone I wanted to see is finally here. Saves me the trouble of chasing you down."
Relief swept through Sirzechs, Michael, and Azazel.
"Shuo-kun!"
"It's Nangong!"
The mood shifted in an instant—hope returned.
Shuo strode into the center, calm and unhurried. He glanced over Vali's battered team, then casually waved a hand. Healing magic flowed, closing wounds and restoring stamina.
"Thanks, Shuo."
Vali and the others offered grateful nods.
Azazel grinned, already in spectator mode.
"Well, since you're here, how about you take care of this mess? We'll just enjoy the show, if that's alright."
Shuo shrugged.
"Fine by me."
But on the enemy side, faces turned grim.
Rizevim's lips tightened. He knew Shuo's reputation—his feats bordered on the impossible.
Without warning, Rizevim lashed out.
"Die, Shuo Nangong!"
A beam of dark purple magic shot across the field, striking Shuo square in the back. Smoke and debris exploded outward.
Everyone froze, stunned by the sudden ambush.
But Rizevim wasn't fooled. He knew this attack was little more than a distraction—Shuo had tanked worse without a scratch.
The real plan was escape.
"Move! We're leaving—there's no way we can win this fight!"
He barked the order to Nyx and the other gods, already preparing to vanish into the shadows.
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