Inside the Dimensional Gap, war had erupted between worlds. The DxD defenders were already on the brink.
Great Red's massive body was shredded, dragon blood splattering the void as he fought tooth and claw to hold back the enemy onslaught. Shiva, Zeus, Thor—gods from every pantheon—rallied beside him, hurling their power against the peerage of the EXE World's three main gods.
But it wasn't enough. Even with every safeguard they'd prepared, the defenders were losing ground fast. Without Shiva and company, Great Red would have been dead ten times over. Yet even with the combined might of the Three Realms, they were hopelessly outmatched.
Just the Seven Luminaries of Qlippoth, alongside monsters like Tenkai and Keito, had driven the DxD coalition to the edge of collapse.
And the true monsters—the Evil God, Demon God, and Magic God—watched from the sidelines, treating the carnage as entertainment.
A single, lazy swipe from the leader of the Seven Luminaries cracked the battlefield open: Great Red was blasted away, lesser beings snuffed out in an instant.
Shuo Nangong arrived with Little Saint and Ophis, taking in the scene with cool detachment. He didn't rush. He didn't flinch. He simply walked toward the three main gods of EXE, as if strolling through a garden.
Melvazoa, the Evil God, grinned with arrogant disdain. "So, a few more have shown up. Impressive. But against us, you're already dead."
The words sent a chill through the assembled gods and devils.
No one could argue—the gap in power was a canyon. Even Melvazoa's underlings were more than the DxD world could handle. One exchange had left Azazel's side in ruins; even Great Red had nearly been erased.
Shuo's eyes narrowed. "Arrogant, aren't you? Still, you're not wrong—your strength is a headache."
Melvazoa: creator of mechanical life, master of immortality. He'd twisted the laws of existence—reincarnation, concept manipulation, parallel selves, time control—to make death itself irrelevant.
Regalzeva, the Demon God—seven meters tall, four eyes burning violet and gold, his mechanical body radiating menace. Melvazoa's brother.
Seraselbes, the Magic God—Melvazoa's sister, her presence unsettling, reality itself warping around her.
If these three went all out, Great Red and the others wouldn't last a heartbeat.
Especially Melvazoa—his immortal body was a cheat code in the flesh.
But Shuo had his own counters.
"Stand back. I'll take them myself."
He drew Excalibur and the Heaven-Rending Claws. Power surged around him, golden and electric.
Everyone froze, unsure whether to cheer or protest.
Great Red rumbled, "Shuo, you're strong, but their power is terrifying. We should fight together!"
Shuo cut him off. "No time for speeches. Handle the lesser peerage. Melvazoa's immortality makes your attacks useless."
Melvazoa's eyes widened, a glint of intrigue. "You know my name—and my secret? Interesting."
Shock rippled through the crowd.
So this was the true boss of the other world—overwhelming power, plus immortality. Ridiculous.
Reluctantly, the gods and devils withdrew, turning their focus to the peerage. Not out of fear, but to give the young hero his chance.
Melvazoa sneered. "You want to face all three of us alone? Truly, your arrogance knows no bounds."
Regalzeva and Seraselbes looked down on Shuo, their contempt palpable.
Shuo's reply was ice. "Remember my name—Shuo Nangong. I'm the one who'll kill you."
Melvazoa's grin twisted into fury. "You dare insult us? Then die!"
His power exploded, shaking the Dimensional Gap itself. Turbulence ripped through the void, forcing every combatant—gods, devils, peerage alike—to halt and stare.
No one doubted it: against Melvazoa, they wouldn't last a second.
Great Red muttered anxiously, "What is Shuo waiting for? Why isn't he unleashing that dragon's power?"
Shuo's voice thundered across the battlefield. "You think you're the only one who can go all out? Solar Golden-Winged Flames—show yourself!"
A piercing cry split the air.
Golden wings burst from Shuo's back, flames blazing across his body—hotter, brighter, fiercer than the sun.
Sparks rained down, warping the Dimensional Gap, making the very air tremble.
Shuo's aura surged—four-digit peak, eclipsing even Melvazoa's.
In Little Garden terms, Melvazoa was a four-digit pinnacle. But Shuo, fully unleashed, was in a league of his own.
The magic burned fast, but with the Third Perpetual Motion Engine, it was a worry he could ignore.
"This power—unbelievable!"
"Shuo Nangong's aura completely overshadows Melvazoa!"
"No wonder he dared to face all three pillar gods alone!"
Great Red, Little Saint, the gods—all stared in awe.
They'd thought the dragon phantom was Shuo's ace. Now they realized he'd been holding back even more.
Azazel whistled. "That's even scarier than last time."
Sirzechs and Michael exchanged smiles, nodding.
Melvazoa staggered, eyes wide with shock. "Impossible! He's stronger than me!"
Regalzeva and Seraselbes looked grim.
Regalzeva growled, "He's exceeded our estimates. We attack together—no risks."
But before he could finish, Shuo was already moving.
His sword flashed.
Spell circles flared.
A golden beam, packed with terrifying magic, shot toward Regalzeva and Seraselbes.
They paled.
One hit, and they'd be finished—maybe dead for good.
Melvazoa wouldn't let that happen.
He flashed in front of his siblings, but there was no time to shield them. He took the blast head-on—
—and the battlefield held its breath.
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