Chapter 222: Gallantmon: I Have Brought the Tide of Doom
[Bifrost]
The blinding beam of white light spanning across the earth easily pierced through the thick, jagged ice in front of it, obliterating all enemies caught in its path.
After completing the devastating attack, Kentaurosmon did not pause for even a fraction of a second. Taking advantage of the brief window before the Eaters could swarm and surround them again, the Royal Knight galloped into the dark depths of the ruins at top speed.
Meanwhile, Magnamon, who was flying alongside him, asked from the side, "Kentaurosmon, what exactly are you planning to do?"
"King Drasil stated that the Digital World's creation program is stored deep inside these ruins."
"Then we cannot sit idly by and watch it get contaminated by these monsters!"
"...Unfortunately, it is already too late for that."
Hearing this, Magnamon widened his eyes. "What?!"
"Have you not noticed the ambient data yet? The creation program has already been corrupted by them." Kentaurosmon's voice was grim, his surging momentum revealing a cold, merciless chill. "There is only one thing we can do now, and that is to destroy it entirely!"
"Destroy it? Kentaurosmon, are you serious?!"
"Otherwise? Do we have any other choice?"
After speaking, Kentaurosmon ignored Magnamon's shock. His six legs pounded against the frozen ground, shattering the frost with every heavy hoofbeat. Following his crushing, relentless offensive, Kentaurosmon soon successfully breached the inner sanctum—the core location where the creation program was stored.
Everything was exactly as he had expected. The creation program, having been deeply infected by the Eaters, was no longer a simple, pure mass of foundational data.
Instead, it had transformed into a grotesque, pulsating monstrosity. Countless black and white tentacles intertwined and converged, writhing like a nest of vipers. At this moment, it was using that twisted, absurd body to constantly give birth to new, nautilus-shaped Eaters, dropping them onto the floor in sickening, squelching heaps.
"Sure enough, no matter how many times I see it, I feel that your group's taste is truly terrible..." Kentaurosmon whispered. He raised his massive arm, leveling his holy crossbow directly at the writhing mass of corruption.
This was a strike without reservation. He was pouring out every last drop of his strength.
Perhaps sensing the lethal threat radiating from the Royal Knight's weapon, the Eater mother let out a silent, vibrating shriek. It quickly commanded the surrounding newborn Eaters to launch a coordinated, frenzied attack on Kentaurosmon.
Noticing the tidal wave of white, grotesque bodies surging toward him, Kentaurosmon's brow furrowed beneath his golden visor.
'Should I use Odin's Breath to block them?''But if I do that, the power of my main attack will be dispersed...''If I fail to destroy the mother in one single blow, given their terrifying characteristics of targeting and consuming data, we will be completely overrun.'
Just as Kentaurosmon braced his stance, preparing to use his own armored body to withstand the vicious siege of the Eaters to ensure his shot landed, a familiar, determined voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
"Kentaurosmon, you owe me one!"
Before the leaping Eaters could even scrape Kentaurosmon's armor, a blinding golden light swept over the chamber. The intense heat burned the approaching monsters to ashes in an instant.
Magnamon floated in the air, his golden Chrome Digizoid armor glowing like a miniature sun. He was exerting the power of his Digi-core to the absolute limit, forcefully drawing out a catastrophic wave of energy at the cost of causing serious damage to his own data structure.
This was Magnamon's ultimate, desperate move.
[Magna Explosion]
BOOM!
"Magnamon..."
Glancing at his comrade who had just unleashed his full power to clear the vanguard, Kentaurosmon let out a soft, dry laugh.
As his thoughts settled, his own attack—a strike that bet everything on a single moment—was finally ready.
"To think that the guardian of this world would one day become its destroyer..."
This really is—
"The impermanence of the world."
Data overload.
Full power output.
[Bifrost]
BOOM!
Kentaurosmon's full-force strike erupted from his weapon. The sheer kinetic recoil was so immense that the moment the beam fired, the holy crossbow mounted on his arm violently shattered into glowing fragments, completely unable to withstand the catastrophic force.
The blinding white light tore through the corrupted air, heading straight for the Eater mother.
After piercing directly through the monstrosity's core, the beam did not stop in the slightest. It tore through everything in its path with apocalyptic fury.
The ancient ruins.
The thick, subterranean ice layer.
Finally, the beam shot straight into the darkened sky, splitting the clouds. Even the surrounding spatial fabric severely distorted and warped under the sheer magnitude of the blow.
The terrifying power of a Royal Knight was displayed to its absolute fullest at this moment.
As the blinding light faded and everything came to an end, the Eater mother—the corrupted creation program—was completely annihilated by Kentaurosmon. Not a single trace of its data remained.
However, because of that desperate strike, Kentaurosmon's condition had become highly critical.
Not only was his holy crossbow destroyed, but a jagged, glowing crack had even formed across his Digi-core.
Seeing his comrade stagger, Magnamon immediately rushed to his side.
"Kentaurosmon, you... you are really too reckless!"
"Heh, I just don't want to be told that by a self-destructing kid like you."
Because of the massive difference in their body sizes, Kentaurosmon did not accept Magnamon's physical support. Instead, he simply waved a heavy hand at the golden knight.
"Don't worry, I won't fall just yet."
"After all, there are still many loose ends around here that haven't been dealt with..."
Following Kentaurosmon's grim words, the shadows in the ruins began to shift. The Eaters, rapidly surrounding them once more, were soon reflected in both of the Royal Knights' eyes.
Erosion and proliferation were the inherent, terrifying characteristics of the Eaters.
Even without the creation program acting as a factory, just a single basic Eater could achieve rapid division and proliferation as long as there was enough ambient data to consume.
And the Digital World happened to be an endless space made entirely of pure data.
"Kentaurosmon, it seems your attack just now didn't do much to curb their numbers."
Although his own golden armor was scorched and his body heavily damaged due to the [Magna Explosion], Magnamon still stood tall, his tone stubbornly defiant.
"Dealing with the creation program was just to prevent the disaster from expanding further." Kentaurosmon shook his head slowly, bracing his cracked hooves against the floor.
Just as this pair of battered brothers-in-arms were leaning on each other's presence, preparing to launch into another grueling battle, a pure, holy light suddenly pierced through the darkness of the ruins.
Before Kentaurosmon and Magnamon could even figure out what had happened, this white light—brimming with absolute purifying power—ruthlessly swept around them with an unstoppable momentum.
Those twisted, nautilus-shaped Eaters could not even put up the most basic resistance. The moment the white light touched them, they were easily turned into flying ash, erased from existence.
"This familiar feeling..."
Looking at the lingering particles of white light, Kentaurosmon and Magnamon seemed to realize something simultaneously. They subconsciously looked up.
Because of the purifying light, the thick layer of ice and rock above their heads had been completely blown away.
When the long-lost light of the sky finally shone down into the ruined depths, a lone figure standing high in the firmament was reflected in their eyes.
"You are—"
"Gallantmon?!" both knights exclaimed in unison.
Perhaps not expecting to ever see this colleague again—especially since he had died not long ago—both Kentaurosmon and Magnamon stared in absolute disbelief.
"Long time no see, my compatriots."
Looking down at the two battered Royal Knights below, Gallantmon X's gaze was deep and unreadable. The crimson and silver aura radiating around his newly evolved form carried an indescribable, suffocating oppression.
"I have brought the tide of doom..."
"..."
"..."
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