Episode-914
Chapter : 1827
"Don't rush the artist!" Lloyd yelled back, though his voice cracked with strain.
He couldn't just fire. Not yet. The Space Lock worked both ways. If he fired the energy beam while the lock was fully active, the beam might hit the gravity wall and bounce back, vaporizing Lloyd instead of the target. He had to time it perfectly. He had to drop the lock and pull the trigger in the same microsecond.
"Charge level: 110%," the System announced. "Weapon capacitors are screaming, sir. The energy density is approaching a singularity event. If you don't discharge this weapon in three seconds, it will discharge itself, and we will be a crater."
"I'm working on it!" Lloyd snapped.
He adjusted his stance. He widened his feet, digging the heels of his armored boots into the softening rock. The recoil from a shot this powerful would be enough to shatter a normal human skeleton. It would snap his spine like a dry twig.
"[Steel Blood]," Lloyd commanded internally. "Reinforce skeletal structure. Lock joints. Become the gun carriage."
He felt the mana in his blood rush to his bones. His femur, his spine, his ribs—they all hardened, turning into a lattice of organic steel. His joints locked into place with an audible click. He wasn't a man anymore; he was a rigid, unmoving statue capable of weathering the storm he was about to unleash.
The Shadow Guardian stopped struggling. It seemed to realize the futility of its situation. It floated there in its cage, a creature of ancient darkness looking down the barrel of modern, technological annihilation. The green fire in its skull-like eye sockets dimmed. It stared at the blinding white light gathering in the maw of the Nova Cannon.
It knew. In some primal, instinctive way, it knew that the era of magic tricks was over.
"Goodbye," Lloyd whispered.
The hum of the cannon reached a fever pitch, a high-frequency whine that shattered the pebbles on the ground around him. The light was so bright it cast harsh, razor-sharp shadows that stretched for miles across the gray wasteland.
Lloyd’s left hand, which had been holding the claw shape to maintain the spell, suddenly snapped open.
"Release Lock," he thought.
The blue grid vanished. For a split second—a fraction of a heartbeat—the Guardian was free. It began to fade, its form turning translucent as it tried to escape into the void.
But Lloyd was faster.
He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand to stabilize the aim. He looked straight into the fading green eyes of the monster.
"Maximum Charge Beam," Lloyd announced, his voice devoid of mercy. "Fire."
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FWOOOOOOM.
It wasn't a bang. A bang is a short, sharp sound. This was a roar. A continuous, deafening roar that sounded like a jet engine igniting inside a cathedral.
A column of pure, concentrated energy erupted from the barrel of the Nova Cannon. It wasn't just white light; it was a torrent of power. The core of the beam was a blinding, absolute white, but the edges crackled with arcs of blue lightning and flecks of gold circuitry. It was a river of destruction, wider than Lloyd’s entire body, screaming across the gap between him and the monster.
The recoil hit Lloyd instantly.
Despite his reinforced steel skeleton, despite his locked joints, despite digging his boots into the rock, Lloyd was pushed back. His metal heels carved deep trenches into the obsidian plateau, sending showers of sparks and stone flying behind him. He gritted his teeth so hard he felt a molar crack, but he held the line. He kept the barrel straight.
The beam crossed the distance to the Guardian in literally zero time. It was moving at the speed of light; there was no travel time, only arrival.
It hit the entity dead center.
Because Lloyd had released the Space Lock at the exact perfect moment, the gravity well had collapsed inward, creating a vacuum. The Guardian, caught in that vacuum, hadn't been able to fully phase out. It was stuck halfway between reality and the void.
And the beam didn't care.
The energy hit the Guardian and saturated the space it occupied. The Shadow Guardian didn't burn. Burning implies ash, smoke, and debris. This was something far more terrifying. This was Erasure.
At a molecular level, the mana that constructed the Guardian’s existence was unraveled. The bonds that held its shadow together were severed by the sheer, overwhelming magnitude of the Void-Nova energy.
SCRE—
The Guardian tried to scream one last time, but the sound was cut short as its vocal cords—or whatever magical equivalent it had—were vaporized.
The monster vanished.
Chapter : 1828
One moment, there was a terrifying, thirty-foot-tall entity of ancient darkness wielding a scythe of nightmares. The next moment, there was nothing but light. Absolute, cleansing, blinding light.
But the beam didn't stop there.
It punched through the empty space where the Guardian had been. It continued onward, a juggernaut of physics-defying power, until it slammed into the massive obstruction behind the monster.
The Gates of the Abyss.
These weren't wooden doors. They were colossal slabs of black star-metal, reinforced with spells woven by the Demon Kings thousands of years ago. They were covered in runes designed to repel armies, withstand dragon fire, and endure the end of the world. They had stood for millennia, a symbol of the separation between the light and the dark.
The Nova Beam hit them like a freight train hitting a pane of glass.
CRACK-BOOM.
The sound of the impact was louder than the firing of the gun. It was the sound of history breaking.
The ancient runes flashed once in protest and then shattered. The star-metal glowed white-hot and then exploded. The gates were blown off their massive hinges, disintegrating into a million pieces of black shrapnel that rained down into the darkness of the valley beyond. The force of the blast carved a deep, glowing trench into the stone floor of the plateau, turning the rock into molten slag.
Lloyd kept his finger on the trigger. He didn't let up. He poured every ounce of energy he had stored, every scrap of mana the suit had recycled, every drop of power in the Nova spirit into that beam.
"Die," Lloyd hissed. "Just die."
Finally, the cannon clicked empty. The whine of the capacitor died down to a low, dying whir.
The light faded.
The silence that followed was heavy and absolute. The screaming of the Guardian was gone. The roaring of the cannon was gone. The only sound left was the hiss of cooling metal and the drip-drip of molten rock solidifying on the ground.
Steam rose from Lloyd’s suit in thick, gray waves. The nanoweave fabric was scorched and smoking, the silver threads dull and lifeless. The Nova Cannon module on his arm was glowing a dull, angry orange, radiating heat so intense it distorted the air for three feet in every direction. It slowly began to retract, the plates folding back into the subspace pocket with a series of tired, grinding mechanical noises.
Lloyd stood there for a second, swaying.
His HUD was flashing red with so many warnings it looked like a Christmas tree. Low Mana. Suit Integrity Critical. Core Temperature Dangerous. Heart Rate irregular.
"I think..." Lloyd wheezed, his voice sounding tinny in his own ears. "I think I got it."
Then, his legs gave out. The [Steel Blood] reinforcement deactivated, and his exhaustion hit him like a physical blow. He fell forward, bracing for the impact of the hard rock.
"Lloyd!"
He didn't hit the ground. Strong arms grabbed him.
Ben had scrambled out of the dissolving Mental Fortress the moment the firing stopped. He caught Lloyd, hauling his cousin up and supporting his weight.
"I've got you," Ben said, his voice frantic but steady. "I've got you, man. Don't pass out on me."
"Did I..." Lloyd coughed, tasting copper. "Did I get the door?"
Ben looked up. He stared at the path ahead.
Where the Guardian had stood, there was nothing but empty air and scorch marks. Where the massive Gates of Despair had blocked the way, there was now a gaping, smoking hole leading into the darkness.
"Yeah," Ben said, a wide, disbelief-filled grin breaking through behind his visor. "You got it. You erased the monster. You erased the door. You probably erased the warranty on that suit, too."
"Good," Lloyd mumbled, forcing his eyes to focus. "Knocking is polite. But breaking and entering is faster."
He pushed himself up, relying on Ben for support but forcing his own legs to work. He took a deep breath of the filtered air from his helmet.
"We're in," Lloyd said.
He looked through the shattered remains of the gate.
The purple fog was gone, burned away by the discharge. Beyond the ruins lay the true Devil Region. The sky here wasn't purple; it was a deep, blood-red, illuminated by flashes of silent lightning. The landscape was jagged black rock, twisted spires, and rivers of what looked like magma flowing in the distance.
It was a hostile, alien world. A place where humans were not welcome. A place where the very air was poison and the wildlife wanted to eat your soul.
And they had just kicked the front door down.
"Ready for stage two?" Lloyd asked, adjusting his scorched shoulder plate.
Ben looked at the destruction his cousin had caused. He looked at his own hands, which were steady now. The hallucinations were gone. The fear of his father's ghost was gone. In its place was a cold, hard resolve.
"I'm ready," Ben said, checking the ammo counter on his assault rifle. "Let's go find some locals and ask for directions."
"No asking," Lloyd corrected, taking a step forward into the Abyss. "We're done asking. From now on, we negotiate."
Side by side, the two cousins—the Demon Doctor and the Lord of Ironwood—stepped through the smoking ruins and into the territory of the enemy, leaving the safety of the human world behind. The real war had just begun.