Novel Full Chapter 2080: The mistery of the new Neo Race
Chapter 2080: The mistery of the new Neo Race
Despite the strangeness of Urin’s ability, Zarazel was no novice to horror. He had lived for hundreds of millions of years—had battled cosmic beasts, divine tyrants, and entities that preyed upon reality itself. There was little left in existence that could surprise him.
So when Urin’s power began to unravel his flesh with its mysterious explosions, he did what he always did—observe, analyze, and understand.
Within seconds, comprehension dawned.
"You don’t trigger explosions," Zarazel said, his voice steady as he stared at her hands. "Whatever you touch becomes an explosive."
A flash of surprise—and perhaps admiration—crossed Urin’s eyes. Then she nodded, smiling faintly.
"You are right," she said. "This is my Neo-Angel power, a gift from the Ancient One—Detonator. Whatever I touch, I transform. Its molecular essence shifts into something unstable, volatile. If I have enough time and energy..."
Her smile widened—almost maniacal, almost divine. "...I could turn an entire realm of the Crimson World into an explosive."
A murmur of unease rippled through those who watched from afar. Even Zarazel’s expression hardened, the shadowed light of his eyes dimming for a heartbeat.
Then Urin’s composure returned. Her smile faded, replaced by focus.
"Now," she said softly, "I have paid back your respect for explaining the Power of Fear." Her wings flared open, casting the battlefield in blazing plasma light. "Let us begin the real fight."
Zarazel inhaled slowly, centering his will. The radiance pouring from her body was overwhelming. The Salvation Incarnation truly was terrifying, and her Detonator power was unlike anything he had ever faced. There was no defense against it—no armor could block it, for whatever intercepted her strike would be converted into a bomb.
Still, he was no stranger to fighting impossibility. He gathered his aura, cold and immense, and raised it to its absolute limit.
The True Depravita of Fear knew what he had to do.
He had to steal her limbs with his Power of Fear—rob her of control—before her Detonator could drain his Depravita Aura and suppress his regeneration.
"ZNNNNNNN!"
"ZNNNNNNN!"
The fabric of reality tore apart as the Neo-Angel and True Depravita charged at one another.
Explosions, shockwaves, and static roars filled the sky as Detonator and Fear intertwined, their cosmic laws colliding like storms.
Down below the ArchDeity battlefield raged with no less fury.
The Scarlet King released a titanic arc of scarlet energy that carved through the clouds and left a massive wound on the chest of an enemy ArchDeity. Despite being outnumbered, he was dominating his opponents.
But there was no satisfaction in his expression. His eyes kept flicking upward, drawn again and again to the apocalyptic struggle above.
"How did she obtain that core?" the question echoed through his mind like a curse.
The similarities between the Neo-Angel Core and his own Neo-Demon Core were undeniable. They were not trying to hide it, as the name made their connection clear. Yet such a thing should have been impossible.
A Neo-Demon Core was not an artifact one could forge or steal. It chose its bearer through destiny. And even then, one had to die and face the judgment of the Lord of Samsara to return as a Neo-Demon. It was a rebirth through death itself.
So how had these beings—these Neo-Angels—emerged with their own version?
He didn’t have the power to find the answer. Not yet.
Cain clenched his jaw, forcing the gnawing curiosity back down. The only thing he could control was the battlefield before him.
"Doomsday Incarnation!" he roared.
His body grew—muscles swelling, bones lengthening. Spikes erupted from his elbows, knees, and tail, each one humming with destructive energy. His claws thickened, his fangs sharpened, and his eyes burned with demonic flame. Every movement radiated devastation as he charged forward once more, tearing through his enemies like a crimson hurricane.
Across the vast Rainbow Bridge, the battle escalated to unimaginable heights.
The combined power of the Alpha-Omega Overgods and the ArchDeities shattered the air itself.
Geysers of death-plasma burst from the black river below, while arcs of golden lightning from the growing Natural Inheritance crackled overhead, carving rifts through the sky.
The chaos was so intense that even mighty ArchDeities struggled to focus on their duels. Many were forced to abandon offense entirely, spending every breath dodging lightning webs and geysers of molten energy.
Yet for a few, the storm became an ally.
Cain, Meylin, and The Enlightened One fought in perfect synchrony. Thanks to their connection to The Flow, they could predict the rhythm of the battlefield—the timing of the plasma eruptions, the trajectory of lightning arcs, the beats of the unstable Natural Inheritance above.
They used the storm itself as a weapon, luring enemies into fatal bursts of death energy and countering with precise, merciless strikes.
Their efficiency began to tilt the balance. The Life Path forces were gaining the upper hand.
But in the highest sky, where Urin and Zarazel clashed, the situation was far less stable.
Zarazel swung at her face with the force of a collapsing star.
Urin caught the blow in her right hand. Her bones groaned under the impact, her arm trembling violently—but she smiled.
A heartbeat later, the fist she blocked with her palm exploded.
The blast engulfed Zarazel, flames brighter than the sun consuming his form and hurling him backward through the clouds, his right hand missing. He recovered quickly, his regenerative aura flaring—but as his body reformed, his expression darkened.
The regeneration was going slower.
The drain on his Depravita Aura was beginning to take effect. If it continued, his regeneration would eventually fail—and when that happened, even an Alpha-Omega Overgod True Depravita could fall.
Still, the True Depravita’s determination did not waver. His eyes hardened as he launched himself forward once more, cutting through the blaze.
Urin smiled, her wings propelling her forward like a comet of divine fire.
They were about to collide when the world screamed.
"THUMP!"
A heartbeat. A deep, thunderous pulse echoed through reality itself.
The Natural Inheritance Seed—the golden heart of creation suspended above the battlefield—pulsed with greater strength than ever before.
A golden shock wave burst from it, expanding in all directions.
The blast hit both Overgods like a tidal surge, sending them spiraling through the shattered sky. Even the ArchDeities below were thrown into chaos, their formations broken, their battles disrupted.