Chapter 1306. I Dropped a Mountain on Him. He Used It as a Protein Shake.

Chapter 1306: 1306. I Dropped a Mountain on Him. He Used It as a Protein Shake.

Leonidas didn’t just swing a sword; he unleashed a catastrophe.

As the blade descended, the mana didn’t just glow; it hemorrhaged. The Crimson Sovereign Edge manifested as a forty-meter pillar of concentrated, murderous hatred.

It was a bar of solid, crystallized rage with the crushing weight of a collapsing fortress.

SHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOM!

The strike tore through the garden with the inevitability of a meteor strike. The manicured grass didn’t just flatten; it vanished, incinerated into carbon in a microsecond.

The ancient flagstones of the garden path peeled upward like burning paper before exploding outward in a spray of granite shrapnel. The attack didn’t stop at the estate’s boundary.

The rear wall of the mansion groaned as if struck by a titan’s thumbnail, splitting open with a wet, grinding shriek. Beyond that, two neighboring houses, sturdy structures that had stood for decades, were bisected along a single, straight arrow.

They slid sideways in slow, agonized halves, their internal bones snapping as they collapsed into the ruined earth.

Rex saw the apocalypse coming.

"Not today, you bastard!" Rex roared, his voice cracking against the pressure wave.

He threw every ounce of his will into a focused Telekinetic Aegis. An invisible barrier of compressed gravitational force slammed into existence inches from his sternum.

The collision was deafening, a sound like two tectonic plates grinding together. For three heartbeats, the world froze.

The forty-meter bar of crimson energy hung suspended in midair, trembling against Rex’s barrier. The air around them screamed as the two opposing forces fought for dominance, creating a vacuum that sucked the breath from Rex’s lungs.

But the Wrath behind the blade was bottomless. It did not tire; it did not slow.

Rex felt his barrier flex then buckle. Through his enhanced senses, he heard it: a sound only he could perceive, the high-pitched, crystalline splintering of his own psychic construct failing.

CRACK SHATTER.

[Telekinetic Aegis: COMPROMISED]

’Three point eight seconds,’ the cold, detached voice of Full Potential Adaptation whispered in the back of his mind.

The crimson edge tore through the shattered barrier as if it were smoke. It struck Rex with the force of a runaway train.

The blade opened him from hip to opposite shoulder in one horrific, diagonal stroke. Rex’s scream was cut short as blood erupted from his torso in a hot, arterial geyser, painting the air crimson.

The force of the blow sent him staggering backward, his legs nearly giving out, while the tail end of the energy arc caught the ruined stone archway behind him, bringing the ancient structure crashing down in a shower of debris and dust.

Rex collapsed to one knee, his vision swimming in red. His Infinite Regeneration went into overdrive, the sound of knitting muscle and reforming bone echoing wetly in his own ears as he fought to stay conscious.

The pain was exquisite, a white-hot agony that threatened to short-circuit his brain.

But beneath the agony, something else was happening. The hunger was still there.

The adaptation was working.

’I see it now,’ Rex thought through the haze of blood and pain. ’The frequency of the energy... the way it feeds on the impact force itself.’

’I can feel the pattern of its destruction.’

When the adaptation process finally clicked into place, the Crimson Sovereign Edge ceased to be an unknown variable. It remained terrifyingly lethal, but it was no longer a mystery.

His body now understood the ’language’ of Leonidas’s wrath.

The blade came again with a vicious, horizontal sweep designed to decapitate.

Rex didn’t dodge this time. He met it.

CLANG SHHHH.

Instead of being bisected, Rex shifted his gravitational force in perfect synchronization with the blade’s trajectory.

The devastating edge hit a layer of hyper-condensed, shifted force that Rex had learned to manifest in milliseconds. The blow that should have severed his spine instead skidded off the barrier with a shower of sparks, leaving nothing more than a shallow, stinging red scratch across his ribs.

Rex’s eyes flashed with a predatory light. "My turn."

But Leonidas had no interest in waiting for a counterattack. He had already moved on, his body already coiled for the next devastating release of divine fury.

Rex didn’t wait for Leonidas to recover. He knew that in a fight against a force that fed on suffering, hesitation was a death sentence.

If he couldn’t outrun the Wrath, he would bury it.

"Let’s see how much you can swallow before you choke," Rex growled, his voice distorted by the sheer effort of his concentration.

He snapped his fingers. The command was silent but absolute.

His Gravity Manipulation didn’t just increase; it hemorrhaged outward in a localized shockwave of pure mass.

He focused everything on the space occupied by Leonidas, amplifying the fundamental pull of the earth twenty times over.

The gravitational field swelled like an expanding tumor of force, dropping on the mage like the fist of a collapsing star.

THOOOOOOM.

The impact was seismic. The earth beneath Leonidas’s boots didn’t just crack; it surrendered.

The ground sagged violently, collapsing inward as if an invisible mountain had been dropped from the heavens.

A massive crater yawned open, swallowing Leonidas whole. Stone shattered into fine powder, and spiderweb cracks raced across the garden faster than the eye could follow, splitting the remaining flagstones.

A colossal cloud of debris and pulverized earth erupted outward in every direction, creating a choking curtain of grey dust that blotted out the moonlight.

Any other man, any mortal, any mage, or any lesser god would have been driven into the bedrock like a nail being struck by a sledgehammer, their bones reduced to shrapnel within their own flesh.

The garden fell into a terrifying, ringing silence. Only the settling of dust and the distant creak of ruined buildings broke the quiet.

Then, a sound came from the depths of the pit.

Cr, cr, crack.

It was the sound of bone grinding against bone.

Through the swirling haze of dust, a figure began to emerge. Leonidas didn’t rise gracefully; he fought his way up through the crushing weight of the gravity field.

His jaw was clamped shut so tightly that Rex could see the crimson blood seeping from his gums where his teeth had pierced his own flesh. His breathing was a wet, guttural snarl.

Step.

The crater floor groaned.

Step.

The red lines carved into Leonidas’s skin weren’t just glowing anymore; they were pulsing like arterial wounds, burning brighter with every agonizing inch he gained.

The impossible pressure that should have been crushing his lungs seemed to be doing something else; it was being absorbed.

The Wrath was taking that crushing weight, that unbearable gravity, and weaving it into the very fabric of his power.

The pressure on his shoulders wasn’t a burden; it was fuel.

He walked out of the crater with his head bowed, a demon rising from hell. His sword dragged behind him, the tip carving a molten, glowing furrow through the compressed earth, leaving a trail of sparks and superheated air in its wake.

The atmosphere around his body rippled and warped with a heat so intense it looked like liquid mercury.

Rex’s enhanced vision pierced through the curtain of dust. Leonidas’s eyes weren’t just red; they were twin suns of pure, focused hatred.

When Leonidas finally reached the lip of the pit, he didn’t roar. He didn’t scream.

He simply lifted his head. His face was a mask of blood, sweat, and divine fury, but beneath the carnage, something far more terrifying remained: a clarity of purpose.

When Rex looked into those burning eyes, he didn’t see a monster, and he didn’t see a victim. He saw something worse. He saw a father who had watched his world burn, looking at the architect of that fire with the calm, deadly certainty of an executioner.

"Come on, then," Leonidas rasped, the words dripping with blood and the promise of annihilation.

"Finish it...!!!"