Despite the damage, despite the pain, Altharion’s eyes burned with unyielding determination. No matter what, he would continue fighting against the Alien Lord with every last breath in his body. Retreat was not an option. He was the Crown Prince of the Graecia Empire, heir to a lineage of gods and warriors, and with that title ca honor, duty, and an unbreakable resolve.
His radiant, divine figure clashed again and again against the colossal Alien Lord. Each swing of his glaive tore through the air like thunder, sparks of holy fire bursting from every impact. Bone t steel, claws t light. The creature’s monstrous bone spear screeched as it t the prince’s sacred weapon. Altharion deflected it with divine precision, sundering claws, splitting flesh, and cutting through layers of blackened bone. The air trembled with the sound of their battle.
But the more he fought, the deeper his wounds beca. Holy blood shimred like molten gold as it spilled from countless cuts across his body. His breathing grew ragged, yet he refused to yield. Until finally, a claw strike of monstrous force broke through his guard.
The impact shattered part of his armor, sending his body hurtling across the sky like a fallen cot. He crashed into the side of a mountain with devastating force, the explosion burying him beneath stone and fire.
Every bone in his body scread. His organs trembled from the pain. It would have been rcy to lose consciousness — but Altharion did not have that luxury. The Alien Lord was already advancing. Its massive shadow lood over him, the bone spear raised high, ready to pierce his heart and crush what remained of his divine form.
Altharion clenched his teeth, forcing his broken body to move. But his limbs refused to obey; his power was fading. The spear ca closer and closer, its edge gleaming with cold, alien light. The Alien Lord’s twisted face stretched into a grin of cruel triumph.
And then — the heavens roared.
A volley of golden weapons descended from above, each one trailing divine fla. Spears, swords, and arrows of light tore through the sky and struck the Alien Lord from the side, detonating in a series of thunderous blasts. The creature bellowed in shock and fury as the explosions sent it crashing across the battlefield, carving a crater in the ground.
Altharion’s eyes widened as he recognized that holy power. He turned his head — and there, descending through the clouds like a living sun, was the Archangel.
The Nightmare Universe lingered behind him. Tendrils of shadow fusing into the Archangel’s body, filling him with radiant vitality and imasurable power. His wings spread wide, feathers glowing like molten gold, and his eyes burned with calm intensity.
Overlord had arrived.
The Alien Lord rose again from the pit, its flesh already knitting back together, its many wounds sealing with unnatural speed. Its face was twisted with hatred.
Overlord’s eyes glowed as his mind processed the creature’s structure. "Its regenerative ability rivals that of a True Depravota," he observed through the hum of divine code. "No heart, no brain — no single weak point to strike." His analytical voice echoed.
With a calm gesture, he extended his hand.
"Gram."
The solar sword materialized in his grasp, its edge blazing with incandescent heat that lted the ground beneath him.
"Rise and cover ," Overlord commanded, his voice firm but asured. "I am not at full power yet. I need your strength to hold this creature."
Altharion did not hesitate for even a second. Though he was the Crown Prince — second only to his father — he was no fool. This was not the ti for pride. This was war, and the Archangel was his ally. With a solemn nod, he rose to the sky, divine light bursting from the cracks of his armor as he placed himself beside Overlord.
The Archangel acknowledged him with a nod, then took a deep breath. The Nightmare Universe pulsed behind him, channeling rivers of vitality into his being. And then he moved — a flash of light, a radiant shooting star streaking toward the Alien Lord.
The creature howled, unleashing a psychic scream that warped the very air — a sound of pure hatred and madness. But Overlord’s eyes flared once more, releasing a psychic counterwave that collided with the scream, neutralizing it in a burst of blinding light.
Then, around Overlord’s body, countless divine portals opened. Bolts of celestial energy and volleys of god-weapons poured forth like rain.
The Alien Lord roared and charged, its movents fueled by rage. It tore through the rain of weapons, shattering blades, breaking spears, its monstrous strength defying even divine armant. Its claw slashed toward Overlord with overwhelming speed, each swing strong enough to split the heavens.
But Overlord was faster.
Streams of divine code flowed across his irises. His upgraded Omniscient Gaze activated — now evolved to predict the movents of even cosmic lords. Every motion, every vibration of air, every flicker of the Alien Lord’s muscles was mapped before it happened. His wings flared, his body weaving through the storm of claws like liquid light. And then — he struck.
Gram’s edge cleaved across the Alien Lord’s arm, setting it ablaze. The flas of the solar sword clung to its flesh like sentient fire, eating through muscle and bone, suppressing its regeneration. The Alien Lord howled in agony, thrashing violently as its limb burned from the inside out.
A faint smirk crossed Overlord’s face. He had found the key. Without hesitation, he surged forward, wings blazing like twin suns, closing in on the chest of the beast.
But the Alien Lord was not without cunning. Its bone spear ca crashing down once more, aiming to impale the Archangel mid-flight.
Before it could land, Altharion moved.
Summoning every remaining fragnt of divine energy, the Crown Prince swung his glaive with all his might. His strike t the descending spear, diverting it just enough to clear the Archangel’s path. The impact shattered the mountain behind him, but he did not falter.
Overlord seized the mont. Channeling every ounce of vitality drawn from the Nightmare Universe, he focused all his power into Gram. The sword blazed brighter than a sun — and then he struck.
The solar sword cleaved through the Alien Lord’s chest, carving a burning line from shoulder to abdon. The wound erupted in a sea of divine fire, engulfing the creature as it crashed to the ground, its scream shaking the heavens.
"AARRRGHHHHH!"
Flas filled the monster’s chest cavity, devouring it from within. The holy fire refused to die, feeding on its energy, erasing its regenerative essence.
And then, the heavens opened again.
A new barrage of divine weapons rained down — first dozens, then hundreds, then thousands. Each strike carried the wrath of a god. The Alien Lord’s body was battered, pinned, and buried under a storm of celestial might.
Overlord gritted his teeth, his wings trembling under the strain. The connection to the Nightmare Universe throbbed violently as he demanded more and more vitality to keep the barrage. But he did not stop. He kept channeling, pushing further, summoning more and more divine power.
"There is no such thing as infinity in the universe," his inner voice echoed, distorted by divine static. "Even immortality has limits. And I will find yours."
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