Free Web NovelChapter 485: Chapter 485
It crashed to the ground four hundred feet away, the impact creating a crater that would have swallowed a city block, debris flying in all directions, the earth itself screaming from stress.
For the first time since the battle began six hours ago, Satou had dealt damage that wasn’t immediately regenerated.
Where the tentacle had been, now there was just... empty space. The vaporization had been so complete, so thorough, that there was nothing left for Khar’razoth’s divine regeneration to work with.
The Ancient God would have to regrow the appendage from scratch rather than simply healing damaged tissue. And even divine regeneration took time for complete reconstruction.
Five seconds passed.
The tentacle began regrowing—flesh sprouting from the stump, extending outward, reforming the destroyed appendage—
Satou didn’t give it time to complete.
[SHADOW ABSOLUTE MOVEMENT + TIME DILATION + OVERDRIVE ENHANCEMENT]
He teleported to Khar’razoth’s position before the Ancient God had finished standing from the crater.
His perception was running at six times normal speed relative to the world—meaning he experienced the next second as six seconds, giving him subjective time to plan, to aim, to execute perfect attacks.
His claws, coated in existence-erasing darkness, swept through the partially-regrown tentacle.
[VOID FANG]
Where his claws touched, matter ceased to exist. Not destroyed—deleted. The half-regrown tentacle simply vanished, erased from reality at the fundamental level, leaving not even atoms behind.
And before Khar’razoth could regenerate again—
[HOLY BLADE STRIKE]
Satou’s other hand, glowing with divine radiance absorbed from Valentine, struck the stump where the tentacle had been.
Divine energy burned into Ancient God flesh, not causing physical damage but disrupting the regeneration itself. Holy power interfered with the divine healing process, creating conflicting energies that slowed recovery.
The tentacle tried to regrow again—
Much slower this time. The holy energy disruption forcing Khar’razoth’s regeneration to work against resistance, like trying to heal while being continuously damaged.
"WHAT—" The Ancient God’s voice carried genuine surprise for the first time.
Satou didn’t respond with words.
He responded with violence.
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Over the next thirty seconds—which felt like three minutes to Satou’s accelerated perception—he unleashed a devastating combination of every enhanced ability at his disposal.
[DRAGONFIRE MANIPULATION + HEAT AURA + MAGMA MANIPULATION]
Satou became a walking sun.
White-hot dragonfire erupted from his body—not the orange-red of normal flames, but the white-blue of plasma, temperatures exceeding 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit.
His Heat Aura, normally radiating warmth, now created a zone where the air itself combusted, oxygen igniting spontaneously, creating a sphere of flame thirty feet across with Satou at its center.
The ground beneath his feet didn’t just heat—it melted. Stone turned molten. Molten stone turned to lava. The lava pool spread outward, consuming everything in a growing circle of liquid rock.
He pressed the thermal assault against Khar’razoth’s massive form.
The Ancient God’s flesh, which had been impervious to Valentine’s holy fire, which had shrugged off the Four Heroes’ combined elemental attacks, actually charred under heat that approached stellar core temperatures.
Black burn marks spread across divine flesh. The smell of cooking meat filled the air—grotesque and wrong, the scent of a god being burned.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Elric’s human voice echoed beneath the dimensional harmonics. "YOU’RE JUST A MORTAL! THIS HEAT SHOULD BE MEANINGLESS TO DIVINE FLESH!"
[DRAGON’S ROAR + SOUND MANIPULATION + ENHANCED VOCAL POWER]
Satou drew in a breath—his lungs expanding beyond normal capacity, his chest swelling as he channeled power into his vocal cords, preparing the most devastating sonic attack he could generate—
Then released it point-blank into Khar’razoth’s charred flesh:
"RAAAAAAHHH!"
The sound wasn’t just loud. It was reality-breaking.
Normal sound operates as waves of compressed air, pressure differentials traveling through atmosphere. This transcended that.
This was sound that operated on multiple dimensions simultaneously. Sound that affected matter at the molecular level. Sound that carried force measured not in decibels but in raw kinetic energy.
The roar hit Khar’razoth’s lion-skull face with force that shattered stone for miles around.
And the skull—supposedly indestructible Ancient God bone—cracked.
Visible fractures spread across the massive skull, starting from the impact point and spiderwebbing outward, the bone unable to withstand sonic force operating at frequencies designed to shatter molecular bonds.
Satou saw it through his enhanced perception—saw the cracks forming in slow motion, saw stress fractures propagating through bone at speeds approaching sound itself, saw the Ancient God’s physical form experiencing damage that should be impossible.
The roar continued for three subjective seconds—nine actual seconds of sustained sonic devastation that carved a cone-shaped zone of absolute destruction through everything behind Khar’razoth, the sound physically demolishing matter through pure vibration.
When Satou finally stopped screaming, his throat was shredded, blood pouring from vocal cords that had torn themselves apart generating that much power.
His Regeneration activated automatically, healing the throat damage in four seconds, burning another 2% mana.
Worth it.
The Ancient God’s skull was fractured. Seriously, visibly fractured. Damage that even instant regeneration couldn’t immediately seal. ƒreewebɳovel.com
[VOID FANG + ABSOLUTE SEVERANCE + PHANTOM STRIKE]
Satou’s claws became weapons that operated on three different layers of destruction:
Layer One - Physical: The claws themselves, sharpened by continuous reconstruction, harder than steel, sharp enough to cut through most materials.
Layer Two - Existential: Void Fang coating them, existence-erasing energy that deleted whatever it touched from reality itself.
Layer Three - Conceptual: Absolute Severance overlaying everything, cutting not just matter but the connections and concepts binding matter together.
He struck.
His right hand swept through twelve of Khar’razoth’s tentacles in a single motion.
Each appendage his claws touched underwent tri-layered destruction: frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The physical cuts severed flesh.
The Void Fang erased the severed sections from existence.
The Absolute Severance cut the connection between the tentacles and Khar’razoth’s regeneration, preventing immediate healing.’
Twelve tentacles fell—not bleeding stumps, but clean absence, space where flesh used to be now just void.
Before they could begin regrowing—
His left hand, coated in divine radiance, struck the stumps.
[HOLY BLADE STRIKE]
Author Notes:
Author here , hello guys what do you think of fight scene written this way , should i go back to my normal way of writing fight scenes or do you prefer it this way.
