Appearance Of The Absolute Worst.

Regal’s blade pierced straight through the core center of the Lord of Water.

“Succumb to decay!”

He channeled every ounce of his remaining miasma directly out of the blade’s edge.

“Mgh… gaaaaaaaah…!”

The Lord of Water let out a desperate scream entirely uncharacteristic of a mechanical weapon. The miasma Regal had discharged operated as a highly lethal poison against the Lord of Water, whose chassis was enveloped in a holy aura. It spread explosively inside its body, causing the colossal cerulean dragon to rapidly rot and crumble away.

Regal extracted his sword and executed a rapid backward leap.

“Incredible… he actually defeated the legendary weapon.”

“His baseline combat metrics are undeniably formidable,” Lyrim, the Guard Captain, and Stella, the Supreme Commander, murmured behind his shoulder, their voices laced with deep admiration.

“Magnificent work, Regal,” the Lord of the Underworld Dragon, Belle Ga Elphida, purred merrily from the upper airspace.

“Your fire support optimized my parameters. My gratitude for the assistance,” Regal addressed them, before pivoting his skull back to verify the Lord of Water.

Its physical chassis had already been reduced to a pile of broken cinders. Zero data indicated an incoming resurrection sequence.

“ …Is this the definitive conclusion? For a Divine Gear celebrated as the ultimate engine of the gods, its lines buckled rather easily.“

Granted, the Lord of Water had commanded a formidable threshold. However, if the historical records and mythical legends back in his database were accurate, the weapon should have manifested a vastly superior, world-ending power metric. Regal was entirely incapable of erasing a lingering trace of structural doubt from his calculations.

“—Not yet!” Stella shrieked abruptly.

A massive spatial fracture sliced straight through the airspace.

“An anomalous sub-dimensional rift phenomenon…?!” Stella muttered under her breath. “Something is initiating immediate landfall—”

The tear in space split comprehensively wide. Bulleting out from the depths of the threshold were two brilliant spheres of light. One crimson, one jade.

“Re-evaluating the tactical evaluation of the Demonic Army. Deploying separate single combat loops will yield zero success metrics against the hostiles.”

“Activating primary directive: the systematic liquidation of the demon race and the absolute acquisition of the anomaly anchored within the citadel.”

The two lights morphed flawlessly into the structural layouts of a lion and a phantom bird, before rapidly contorting their frames to fold their mechanical parts away.

“Now is the exact hour to execute the sacred mission ordained by the gods.”

The Lord of Water forced its shattered frame up, systematically warping its own components to interlock seamlessly with the other two incoming alpha models.

The next dynamic fraction of a second, a colossal pillar of pure white light erupted straight into the heavens.

“What is this transformation matrix—”

Regal watched the panoramic evolution in absolute astonishment. His entire skeletal frame began violently vibrating completely independent of his inputs. The tremors locked down his limbs, entirely uncontrollable.

His internal diagnostics recognized that his profile was absorbing a massive payload of raw, overwhelming dread. The divine aura—the sheer energy currently saturating the quadrant—was operating on a completely separate dimensional tier compared to the baseline Lord of Water from moments ago.

“Deploying this configuration is flagged as our absolute final alternative. The output metrics are so thoroughly absolute that the processing waves stand a non-zero probability of systematically shattering the physical fabric of the Demon World itself—”

The white column of light shattered into infinite shining cinders.

“And running a risk of accidentally deleting ‘That Anomaly’ nestled deep beneath the castle vaults… However, optimizing the absolute liquidation of the demon cohort remains our primary objective today… Given that their future expansion parameters stand a high probability of evolving into an immediate threat to the gods…”

Emerging smoothly from the light was a titan, its vertical scale effortlessly breaching a hundred meters in height. Its aesthetic layout closely mirrored a magnificent knight clad in pure white plate armor. Twelve radiant, glowing wings extended from its back, its right hand firmly gripping a colossal holy sword that easily eclipsed its own immense height.

The unmitigated majesty radiating from its build automatically triggered cognitive links to supreme deities and archangels.

“Three independent Divine Gears… have successfully executed a complete combination sequence…?!” Regal groaned, his jaw clicking under the pressure.

The unmitigated pressure hammering his system was tens, if not hundreds of times more crushing than the baseline metrics he had processed from the Lord of Water alone. Merely maintaining a fixed stance opposite its coordinates felt as though his entire frame would be systematically pulverized into dust. It was a divine aura so comprehensively vast that it looked capable of suffocating the entirety of the Demon World.

“ …I see. This represents the absolute true layout of a Divine Gear.“

No wonder its name was permanently etched into legend, Regal mused internally.

At that exact microsecond, his visual field was entirely blanketed by a blinding flash of white light.

“っ…!?…”

A high-velocity laser wave ruthlessly swept across the earth along a perfectly straight trajectory. Every single material object anchored to those coordinates was systematically incinerated, blown to pieces, and reduced to exploding cinders in a single frame.

“This monster…!”

A wave of pure horror paralyzed Regal’s system. A massive quadrant of the Demon King’s Castle had been comprehensively obliterated, venting thick plumes of white smoke into the sky.

Furthermore, the dense miasma forest framing the outer perimeter of the capital had been entirely erased from the database, the raging river of madness was left half-dried, and the structural mass of the Mountains of Despair had been brutally gouged away.

It was an ultra-high-caliber damage output capable of permanently rewriting the literal geography of the world. Any demon units caught within the attack perimeter had undoubtedly been vaporized within a single millisecond of runtime.

“My profile is logged under the nomenclature of the Lord of Light. The absolute strongest engine that historically completed the deletion loop against the previous Demon King, Velphar,” the combination weapon—the Lord of Light—quietly announced, its voice echoing across the wasteland. “Utilizing these absolute parameters, I shall systematically purge every single demon unit from this world.”

“Purge us, you say.”

Regal adjusted his grip on his bone-woven sword. No matter how comprehensively dominant the baseline power metrics displayed by the enemy were, his ingrained thirst for combat would flatly refuse to drop beneath its threshold.

“Your faction routinely executes the exact same script… always unilaterally enforcing your will to…”

Maim, trample, and systematically murder our kind.

A flash of historical data from his past re-emerged across his memory loops—the exact hour his closest friend had executed his cold betrayal. Is my code hard-coded to eternally exist under an absolute cycle of oppression?

No. That calculation is entirely incorrect.

“My profile is logged as one of the Supreme Army Commanders, the Lord Undead, Regal! I am the absolute blade engineered to shatter any entities who dare to manifest hostility against the Demon World!”

To stand tall against absolute, irrational violence and fight until the final frame—that was the core programming that defined Regal’s very essence.

“No matter how comprehensively absolute the enemy’s power metrics scale—”

The skeletal swordsman blanketed his entire build in a violent, surging aura of compressed dark miasma. Channeling the energy, he loosed a massive burst from his rear flank to trigger an absolute propulsion overdrive. Tracing a brilliant purple trajectory across the field, Regal launched an explosive, hyper-velocity charge straight toward the titan.

“—A non-serving strategy.”

The Lord of Light executed a casual, single-frame flash with its colossal sword. Immediately following the swing, a catastrophic kinetic payload slammed clean through Regal’s structural integrity.

“My frame… is…”

Had his consciousness temporarily hit a brief blackout stall?

The Lord of Light was continuously, systematically discharging its automated mana cannons across the horizon, burning the fabric of the Demon World to absolute ash. A boundless chorus of agonizing screams and desperate wails resonated loops through the air.

“H-Halt… your… advance…”

He desperately tried to map an input to force his frame back up, but his stamina pools registered absolute zero. His scanning sensors verified that his body had been completely broken into separate, shattered fragments across the dirt.

“Not yet—”

Regal channeled his residual mana to force his fractured bone components to float back into the air. Being logged under the undead archetype, his code was entirely devoid of a standard concept of “Death.” As long as his internal stores retained even a micro-fraction of miasma—the absolute vital energy source of his build—he could continuously reinitialize his restoration loop to piece his shattered chassis back together. His programming simply dictated that he maintain his combat loops until his motor parameters were entirely erased from the field.

“Next arc! Readjust targeting vectors to forward-left, thirty degrees! Fire!” Stella’s voice cut through the noise, continuously managing her artillery squads. “The target’s armoring metrics are anomalously high! Consolidate all fire support onto a single coordinate!”

While her elegant, ironclad voice beautifully rallied the morale parameters of the troops, the statistical discrepancy separating their forces from the enemy was far too colossal.

Furthermore, the Lord of the Underworld Dragon, Belle Ga Elphida, was completely missing from the tracking grid. Evaluating her highly eccentric, whimsical behavioral algorithms, she had likely calculated the ultimate combat parameters of the Lord of Light and chosen to execute an immediate retreat loop to safeguard her own frame.

“ …Your low stats cannot process an enemy of this caliber. Clear the field; I am reclaiming the vanguard.“ Regal reassembled his shattered pieces, initializing a rapid restoration loop to force his chassis back together.

“Negative, Regal! Fall back! Your system stands zero percent probability of securing a victory against that titan!” Stella barked, offering a frantic shake of her head. “Our highest priority right now must be to optimize the immediate evacuation logistics for the capital’s civilians. Our unit shall deploy a temporary stall loop to buy them the necessary runtime.”

“Buying runtime? What a thoroughly weak-willed calculation,” Regal countered, his teeth clicking.

Allowing his bone sword to dangle loosely from his right hand, he began marching straight toward the massive perimeter of the Lord of Light.

“That engine shall be systematically dismantled by my own blade.”

Venting a fresh torrent of dark miasma from his frame, he launched an explosive sprint straight into the titan’s melee zone.

“Vanish from the database, microscopic demon filth.”

An infinite barrage of high-velocity light shells erupted from the Lord of Light’s chassis. His right arm was pulverized into cinders, closely followed by his left leg hitting absolute structural failure.

“My advance… will… never stop…!”

Even with his chassis continuously being shattered into pieces, Regal relentlessly pressed his charge forward. No matter how many grueling wounds were carved into his frame—no, the more his structural integrity was systematically dismantled.

The inner thirst for battle locked inside Regal’s soul underwent an absolute, catastrophic escalation. It scaled upward, endlessly breaching its maximum boundaries.

“If your weapons possess the parameters to crush my framework, go ahead and grind it to absolute dust! Even if my profile is reduced to a solitary, final shard of bone, my blade shall guaranteed carve a definitive hit into your chassis!”

A secondary burst of energy vaporized another massive cluster of his bone components.

“You can shatter my physical build and tear my armoring to pieces, but my soul remains completely un-deletable! Take this—!”

Thrusting his remaining blade forward, the steel successfully bridged the gap, connecting directly against the Lord of Light’s primary armor plate. A micro-scratch materialized across the surface of the hull, which had previously registered as completely impervious to low-tier anomalies.

However—that milestone represented the absolute limit of his output.

The Lord of Light flashed an exponentially more intense, blinding lumen output from its entire frame, unleashing a massive kinetic shockwave that blasted Regal across the field.

“Gah…!?…”

His arms and his sword entirely vaporized, his build reduced strictly to a solitary, fractured skull, Regal slammed heavily onto the dirt floor.

“ …So this is… my absolute threshold, it seems.“

He desperately attempted to trigger a fresh restoration loop, but the dark miasma acting as his primary energy source had drained down to absolute zero. He had intentionally leveraged his undead physical traits to brave their artillery lines, intending to plant a single, definitive lethal blow into the target’s core—but the alpha unit’s combined offensive and defensive parameters had completely transcended any variables his database had ever calculated.

“Cease your tedious existence and burn down to absolute nothingness.”

The Lord of Light raised its colossal holy sword, bringing the blade down in a heavy, crushing arc.

Vented from the steel was a massive, sweeping crescent wave of raw light energy. Infused entirely with pure holy-attribute parameters, that single slash possessed more than enough output to systematically purge his remaining miasma traces and erase his entire code from the world.

“To end in absolute regret…” Regal clicked, venting a final, bitter groan.

At that absolute, precise microsecond—

A brilliant flash of pure, jet-black magical energy erupted across the field, completely obliterating the incoming crescent wave of light into absolute nothingness.

“W-What…?! Inconceivable…!!”

The vocal arrays of both Regal and the Lord of Light processed an immediate wave of intense shock simultaneously.

“You performed beautifully to hold the line, Regal.”

An elegant, ironclad voice echoed beautifully down from the upper airspace.

“You are—”

Regal slowly tilted his hollow sockets upward, blankly scanning the sky above. Stationed flawlessly in the air, riding atop the back of the magnificent black Underworld Dragon, was the masked figure of the Demon King.

“My apologies for the delay.”

Fried smoothly dismounted from Belle Ga Elphida’s back, landing gracefully on the soil. Flipping the edge of his pitch-black robe with absolute poise, the Demon King calmly stepped forward into the frontline space.

Rising from his entire build like a towering wall of dark fire was an immense, terrifying aura of raw mana energy. It was a comprehensively transcendent demonic pressure, possessing so much dense output that it seamlessly swallowed and neutralized the divine light vented by the Divine Gear.

“Lord… Demon King…”

“Leave the remainder of the processing to my profile.”

Regal quietly anchored his gaze onto the Demon King’s back as the sovereign took his first steps into the fray.

To state the unvarnished reality, deep within his internal metrics, he hadn’t genuinely accepted Fried as his true master just yet. While the youth’s raw combat stats were comprehensively absolute, his psychological naive traits and soft-hearted tendencies were far too glaring to overlook. His baseline aptitude to function as a ruthless Demon King remained highly questionable in his analysis.

However, right now.

For this brief chronological window—

“ …Kindly liquidate that engine, Lord… Demon King…“

His presence felt comprehensively reliable. He was exponentially more dependable than any demon unit Regal had ever processed throughout his entire career.

A profound wave of relief washed over his system, immediately intersecting with an intense, burning excitement to bear witness to the exact hour where the most powerful Demon King in history would systematically challenge the ultimate weapon engineered by the gods.

Perhaps, this was the absolute first time his database had ever processed a loop of this nature since his human era was rewritten into an undead monster.

For his soul to burn this hot, locked in a state of absolute, unmitigated fervor—