Chapter 1033 War and Ideals Part Two (2/2)

I enjoy the battle and war itself.

And that is my ideal]

”It is not a problem that could be resolved through genes or even education. I am born a freak, a single-minded individual who enjoys battle—it is my logic and cannot be helped, nor do I wish to change it.”

”I am unable to forget that I was born for that purpose.”

A world with the combined hues of silver, red, and black was streaking away like a falling star past infinite worlds. Countless residents within those worlds shuddered in fear and suffocated simply because they had sensed his violent presence: it was an annihilation, overflowing with slaughter and wanton vandalism, more frightening than Evil Gods themselves.

But now, that annihilation was fighting for their right to exist.

[Hence, let war and conflict turn me into the madman I am now, and play the other game with other lunatics.

Let the darkness and the Chaos be my eternal foes.

Those are my ideals and my expectations.

Just as it shall be my path]

In the chaotic battlefield laden with gloom of vileness and dull dust of the planets, a single dazzling star had come from the distance, a stunning clap that cut across worlds and shattering the heavy silence.

Within the very moment of its arrival, all of the battlefield seemed to have paused. The clashing champions looked up as if in hindsight, though all of them were showing astonished faces and the vague perception of a familiar presence.

”That's…”

The vast battlefield spanning worlds was instantly traversed, whereas the God of Permanence, who had been mustering his focus and ready to face the oncoming Chaos legions, lifted his gaze to see the divine light which had went past himself in no time at all and headed for the distant depths of the Void. Stunned, he then saw that the swarms of spawns, which were hovering just like star dust around the sun, were at once obliterated with nothing left of them at all. Far away, the thick ranks of spawns were also being split apart like a giant axe that cuts down at the heavens, parting a vast, long, and straight path, a rift without parallel in sheer size.

The rift was also continuously enlarging and extending, with every spawn and Evil God properly reduced to ashes in its wake, thereby vanishing without a trace. In place of them was a light—invigorating, and reviving all life and even worlds.

”It's Joshua!”

”He's here! He has revived and joined the battle!”

***

Heroes instilled courage upon the people, but it was banners that gives heroes a path to strive for.

Even without the encouragement from the warrior, the champions who had seen the path to victory would certainly obtain courage, and in turn bring others even more courage.

”The presence of more than twenty Evil Gods are gone…heavens, that had just been a split second! The entire front of the perimeter is empty!”

”Unbelievable. Is he still in the threshold of Overlords (the term for Legends use amongst other civilizations)?!”

”No…the word I've gotten from the Mycroftians is that there is another threshold above the Overlords called the Demi Saints, also the one known as the Sacred Wise Ones…Radcliffe has probably ascended as a Demi Saint!”

***

Tricolored starlight was no longer darting away. He had paused where he was, the massive world shifting, and the four-armed Giant God eventually appeared at the front of the battlefield. Joshua looked up, his eyes glimmering in fiery scarlet light that conveyed a boundless perception of violence even if his vision was perfectly clear. His body was still glinting in silver light as well, even if there were black patterns spreading around his body.

The Giant God thus spread all four of his arms against the unending darkness before himself, an empty-handed god of devastation laughing and showing his stark-white teeth, saying nothing—not that he needed to, because dozens of Evil God corpses were ablaze right behind him, along with billions of spawns that were reduced to oblivion.

Come.

He issued a silent provocation.

Hence, even the Evil Gods, Chaos which had neither sense nor thought, had to respond.

In that very moment, with tremors that seemed to move mountains and seas, the boundlessly dark Silent Void beyond the Piroth galaxy abruptly shone with limitless light, filling even the far-reaching horizon with vibrant hues. Light—dull, radiant, or colorful—shone while carrying inexhaustive might, some of which were not especially bright or conspicuous, but all of them undoubtedly very much existent, filling the entire Silent Void.

As for the people who had been thrilled with Joshua's arrival…every single one of them went quiet in no time at all.

Because they understood.

That those colors, either dull or radiant or colorful, were the approaching Evil Gods.

All of them were actually Evil Gods.

It one would look out as far the eye could see from beneath their own feet, to the depths of the Void and the unimaginable other side of dimensions, endless Evil Gods were pouring in their direction regardless of their speed.

There were dark nebulae, luminous rings, transforming prisms, broken geometrical bodies.

There were sparse swirls, distorted spirals, burning mist, flowing colors of the stars.

There were fragments combined as one, an assemblage of flesh, halation surging, thick psionic substance.

Everything imaginable or not, lifelike or not, existent or not—the innumerable Evil Gods, remains of civilizations, and destroyed things since the birth of the Multiverse had appeared there.

There was no telling how many corpses of galaxies and cosmoses were gathered upon this place. They were powerful and weak, but every single one of them were Evil Gods, all of which were Chaos capable of destroying worlds and consuming civilization.

But there was nothing to fear.

There was an abnormally powerful Evil God advancing ahead of the endless radiance that was Evil Gods. It resembled a luminous ring, the center of which was a dark cavity, which seemed to be gathering or summoning something in every passing moment. Against the Giant God of Steel who stood against every other Evil God, it immediately prepared for its attack, the very prelude of which prompted a cold shudder amongst the many champions of the Piroth galaxy.

They appeared to be seeing some unreal image of a physical psionic consciousnesses commanding immeasurable power, created by the condensation of the power from all races in a civilization to surpass the gods and their own limits. Inexhaustive convergence and fusion thus finally gave birth to an entity, but not one which broke limits, but instead destroyed everything there was—hence, the civilization's ambition had been fulfilled over their own dead bodies. In turn, the power which they could not combine as one when they were alive was molded by the Chaos and forged into a permanent center point.

Still, Joshua was not concerned at all. The four-armed Giant God simply swept his hands around him, grasping at one Evil God and reducing it to ashes in a split second as bright red flames burned. Without uttering a single word, the warrior merely threw the burnt light behind him—then, inside the cluster of Forerunner Fortresses, the light condensed into surging Emotion Power, opening a dimensional gate from which the Fleet of Emotion Power appeared.

There were also two gods carrying Divine Rings who arrived beside the fleet.

There was a Tanyan elder resembling a cicada whose entire body was a flame with the scarlet fire of Courage, while on another side was a Takurian who had a single eye, his body overflowing with dark purple radiance of Psi.

And in the end, there was an azure light which shone from the back of the dimensional gateway. Amidst vigorous waves, the veils were tearing apart as the Triple Curtain, which had yet been fully restored, thus answered the calls of allies and had come to the forefront of the fields of battle.

At that very moment, the Evil God of Cohesion was unleashing an attack of its own. It reversed the cavity of darkness which appeared to be gathering something within ever passing second, turning it into a passageway of pure whiteness—soon, a streak of formless bolt that would send chills to the bone of even Ultimate Legends directly struck Joshua's body, causing tremendous dimensional tremors.

Within that single moment, the battlefield was drowned in radiance, with hearts inside every single person who was watching the scene instantly tightening subconsciously.

Until a wrist of steel which was perfect and unscathed quietened the Void.