Emperor Kai D. Stormborn of the White Serpent Pirates looked at the ancient myth come alive, standing on the ground like a green, blurry wraith —
— and the first name that popped into his mind was — Julius Novachrono of the Storm Pirates.
Kai hadn’t forgotten the words said by the Character who had surpassed Black Clover Random World’s timelines — Anything can happen if you are strong enough...
Murasame and Sounga appeared in Kai’s hands, both blades trembling; itching for the battle to come.
Green and Hazel reptilian eyes matched.
From above, a yellow avalanche fell, drowning the world in hideous, paleness.
From the ground, a green, hissing Will shot up like a geyser, meeting the avalanche midair.
Yellow and Green bolts of ethereal lightning cracked, hacking at each other in wild fury, thunder rumbling across the world.
Dark clouds churned around the two beings, sonic booms deafening the ears.
A shockwave rippled off with them as the center and slithered across dozens of miles, shaking souls.
Those who were unlucky enough to be in this zone lost their consciousness instantly.
When it ended, a heart-palpating quietness imploded, filling the roaring gap.
Kai looked at the monster, confirming his doubts.
For the first time after his reincarnation into the Primordial Tower, he had finally met another Conqueror — Herpo the Foul... transcended the restrictions of timelines!!!
This should have been the greatest cause of worry for him.
This should have been the birth of the greatest hurdle in his path.
This should have been the tale of the greatest regret in the Emperor’s heart.
Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the Demon King found himself smiling under the yellow hood.
Contrary to him, on the ground, Herpo the Foul’s reptilian eyes had narrowed even more, the afterimages behind him trembling.
-I...- he hissed, learning Kai’s true nature with the collision of their Wills. -I hate your kind.-
Kai licked his lips, the smile on his face widening.
Like Herpo the Foul, he too had read the ancient wizard’s nature.
That very nature was the cause of this unwanted smile on his face, to begin with.
"How dare you..." Herpo the Foul closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes again and scanned the surrounding destruction. "How dare you..."
Now, along with the blades in his hands, Kai’s wrists also trembled.
"How dare you?!" Herpo the Foul roared with Fury, green, ghostly mist screeching around him. "These were people! So many lives! There were Children... Children!!! CHILDREN!!!"
The Demon King couldn’t possibly hold it in anymore, sensing the blatant hypocrisy.
"Ha... Haha..." Kai let go of the swords and held his stomach. "Hahahahahaha!!!"
HAH... HAHHA... HAHAHAHA... HHAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHAHA...
-Devour... Ayin!!!- Kai hissed, the Timeline still screaming in his mind.
Kai didn’t hold back this time.
He wasn’t afraid of projecting his Reality Marble.
The Limitless Blood Firmament painted the sky gray and the earth red, not worrying about retaliation at all. Because the Timeline itself was asking for it.
Waves of blood surged hundreds of feet high as the blood ocean concentrated all its might on the wizard.
Standing on the gray pillar under the black hole sprouting blood fall, the Yellow Warlock held the Limitless Murasame and Supreme Sounga.
Then, with no hint whatsoever, he shot toward the myth, the red ocean splitting in his wake.
As Herpo the Foul saw the Yellow Warlock coming at him, and the alien creatures birthing off the blood ocean all around, he recognized the grand magic, his reptilian gaze almost becoming two vertical lines.
-Reality Marble?- he hissed under his breath, his grip tightening on the Basilisk Staff.
Kai raised the two swords and hacked.
It was as if the entire world had decided to end Herpo the Foul’s existence.
The power behind those slashes was so great that even the horizons of the Reality Marble were splitting apart.
This wasn’t just Kai’s full power.
This was him going over 1000% of his limit, putting everything on the line.
Anything less, anything weaker, anything mediocre, would result in everything going down the drain.
Path of the Ascending Flames —
The swords came down, like the gazes of judgment.
Purple, evil flames blazed around the Supreme Sounga and black, cursed flames flared around the Limitless Murasame, Kai’s dense Reiatsu burning both the swords red-hot.
Simultaneously, ten stars lit up on Herpo the Foul’s body, the tenth star glowing on his forehead under the hood.
— Qliphoth Genesis!!!
Strangely, but not so strangely, Herpo the Foul hadn’t even moved.
Even if Herpo the Foul was an existence on the same footing as the Supreme Protector, he couldn’t just simply follow the movements of a ridiculous existence called Kai D. Stormborn.
Within the Reality Marble, Kai could overlay buffs over buffs of his Blood Essences, which wasn’t possible outside.
It brought his speed well over what a wizard could perceive.
Much less needed to be said about perceiving it and then dodging it.
But if that was it, then it wouldn’t have mattered much. Herpo the Foul hadn’t moved, true enough. But he was doing something else.
The green-robed, ancient wizard was holding his goatee, thinking deeply about something.
In his eyes, he still carried the Fury with which he had shouted at the Yellow Warlock.
It had shocked him that the Concept did not affect the Contestant whatsoever, meaning the enemy had negated the emotion with one of his own.
Then, after seeing the Reality Marble, old memories began kicking in as well... one by one.
It all made him stand still, as if he had accepted his fate of getting his existence sealed across the river of time.
Yet, Herpo the Foul’s face held no panic.
As the evil and cursed, reiatsu flames slithered over his body, the tenth star on his head burst out with the brightest, most hideous glow.
Simultaneously, the great, curved swords landed on him.
When the tips of the swords kissed the sheet of blood ocean, and as the Emperor took a deep breath of Calm, a palm landed on his chest, leaving green afterimages.
Kai’s pupils dilated.
The Ad Infinitum was going haywire.
The Lucky Intuitions were bubbling feelings that went beyond dark thoughts.
Instincts, primal than everything, were roaring out, hissing in Kai’s mind, warning him.
BACK OFF!!! — They were screaming.
Kai couldn’t even budge.
Herpo the Foul slammed the Basilisk Staff on the blood ocean... creating ripples.
With a pop, the Reality Marble shattered, the devoured magical creatures blurring out of existence around him.
The mythical wizard looked into the hazel, reptilian eyes, donning the purple, demonic rims.
-Your kind never thinks of us as people.- he hissed, his voice pained; his rhythm furious. -Never. You treat us as ants. Experiments. Lowly lives. Perhaps, not even lives...
-To think that there will be no retribution? Presumptuous!
A muffled boom rang out as dozens of ghostly, green anchors left Herpo the Foul’s palm and entered Kai’s body, embedding deep into his soul.
Herpo the Foul twisted his wrist, wrapping his hand around the anchors, and pulled.
With a jerk, Kai’s soul came ripping off his body, the Timeline’s furious voice numbing his mind.
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