A Battle To Shake Heaven And Earth.

“Belle…?”

Following my consecutive victories over the Lord of Fire inside the pocket dimension and the Lord of the Wind back in the open field, a colossal black dragon manifested before my coordinates. It was Belle—the Lord of the Underworld Dragon, Belle Ga Elphida—whom I had explicitly ordered to remain stationed at the Demon King’s Castle as a defense garrison.

Exactly what tactical variable drove her to deploy to these coordinates?

Don’t tell me—

An intense wave of psychological dread locked onto my system.

“We have a massive structural crisis, Fried-sama!” Belle reported, her vocal arrays perfectly validating my internal anxieties. “The Divine Gear has made landfall straight inside the Demon King’s Castle.”

“The absolute final alpha model?”

“Negative. They executed a complete combination sequence,” Belle provided.

“Combination?”

“Mhm! Let’s see… basically, those three models fused together to transform into an exceptionally magnificent, cool-looking weapon!” Belle chirped, her eyes visibly sparkling with an immense volume of excitement for some cryptic reason. “I mean, a complete combine-and-transform mechanism is the absolute peak of romance, right?!”

What on earth is this oversized lizard running analytics on? I thought, staring at her blankly.

Sifting through Belle’s chaotic data stream, the underlying telemetry confirmed that the fractured components of the Lord of Fire and the Lord of the Wind had materialized at the citadel, seamlessly interlocking with the pre-deployed Lord of Water. This fusion had successfully unlocked an entirely new configuration designated as the Lord of Light. Its combined combat parameters exponentially eclipsed the single-unit baselines, forcing Stella and Regal’s lines to buckle under the grueling pressure. Consequently, Belle had pushed her propulsion metrics to their absolute maximum to fast-track her navigation straight to my coordinates to summon immediate high-tier reinforcements.

Flash!

At that exact microsecond, a blinding, high-intensity lumen output illuminated the surrounding environment.

“What is this spatial distortion—?!”

An instant later, the earth beneath our boots violently vibrated.

To think that the residual splash damage generated by the Lord of Light’s attacks could bridge the distance to reach an entirely separate, distant quadrant of the map like this… It was an undeniable, objective proof that this combined weapon operated on a comprehensively anomalous tier.

“I am mounting Belle to execute immediate return transit to the Demon King’s Castle. I need the rest of you to chart a follow-up vector and reinforce our coordinates after our vanguard,” I commanded, directing my voice toward Juda and Feria’s platoon. “However, ensure your alert metrics are permanently locked at maximum.”

My system currently lacked the granular metrics to calculate the absolute limits of the Lord of Light’s offensive parameters. Given that Juda’s frame had already absorbed heavy structural injuries during her culling war against the Wind King, forcing her to launch another high-intensity engagement was a non-serving strategy. Furthermore, if the lower-stat demon cohorts approached the epicenter unthinkingly, the stray splash damage would guaranteed wipe them out.

“—The Lord of Light’s power metrics are comprehensively absolute, Fried,” Juda pressed, her tone locking into a severe frequency. “After all, that engine is the historical weapon that completed the deletion loop against the previous Demon King, Velphar.”

“What?”

“Even throughout my entire runtime, my tracking arrays have only registered its visual layout a single time. It forced Velphar into a state of near-simultaneous deletion before logging a mandatory retreat to clear its cooldowns. If that titan is permitted to unleash its full output parameters free of restrictions—” Juda’s features turned exceptionally grim. “The Demon World will suffer absolute, structural annihilation.”

“—Understood. We are launching immediately, Belle!”

The data confirmed that our network possessed absolute zero chronological allowance to waste.

“Orders fully logged~!”

Straddling the spine of the colossal black dragon, I aligned our trajectory along a straight, high-velocity path heading straight for the Demon King’s Castle.

The exact millisecond our vanguard made landfall within the citadel perimeter, Regal’s profile was on the absolute brink of hitting a total end-of-service threshold.

Reacting on a single frame, I loosed a high-volume compressed mana shell, intercepting and completely neutralizing the sweeping crescent wave of light discharged by the colossal white titan—the Lord of Light.

“You performed beautifully to hold the line, Regal. My apologies for the delay.”

Dismounting smoothly from Belle’s back, I threw my voice toward the fractured skeletal warrior.

“Lord… Demon King…”

“Leave the remainder of the processing to my profile. Stella, command all defense units to execute an immediate backward shift to clear the perimeter.”

Delivering the definitive tactical directive to the comprehensively battered Regal and the army commanders managing the garrison, I stepped forward to anchor the absolute frontline.

“That crest flashing across your internal matrix… you are verified as the active Demon King,” the Lord of Light boomed, its compound sensors running a cold audit on my frame from above. “A highly convenient variable. I shall systematically delete your profile from the database right here.”

It was a true, unmitigated titan. The sheer passive pressure venting from its hundred-meter mass generated a literal, high-velocity physical windstorm that hammered against my coordinates. I casually mapped a localized layer of my <Mana Barrier> across my frame, effortlessly redirecting the kinetic pressure away from my stance.

“First… let us run a basic calibration loop to calculate exactly how much power your engine commands.”

The optical arrays of the Lord of Light flared with an exceptionally sharp, high-intensity light. It was undoubtedly running a direct status audit to process my character sheet.

“Inconceivable…!?…”

An instant later, a wave of profound, chaotic panic completely scrambled its vocal programming.

“Total Character Level: 4,800… Combined MP Pools: 93,000…っ!? This is anomalous…!! These stats exponentially transcend the peak parameters logged by the historical Demon King, Velphar…!!” The Divine Gear’s vocal arrays vibrated with an intense, uncontrollable tremor. “A statistical layout of this caliber is a mathematical impossibility… has a cataclysmic bug corrupted the underlying fabric of the causal matrix…?!”

The mechanical titan continued to blankly murmur a stream of incomprehensible system jargon.

“What’s the matter? Your high-volume arrogance seems to have suffered an immediate output drop,” I noted, taking a calm, heavy step forward into its space.

“ …My profile is logged as the ultimate engine engineered by the gods. An entity whose absolute raison d’être is the total liquidation of the Demon King. No matter how comprehensively dominant your capability indices scale, my lines shall execute the purge.“

Bracing its colossal holy sword, the Lord of Light locked its upper-stance guard.

“I will not permit a single further tick of destruction to compromise this world, nor will I allow another demon unit to hit absolute deletion,” I stated, anchoring my gaze straight onto the massive white knight. “Your engine shall be systematically dismantled by my own profile.”

“If your systems possess the necessary parameters, attempt the execution…!!”

The exact fraction of a second the challenge cleared its loops, the Lord of Light’s massive chassis resonated with an intense mechanical hum. Emerging from the endless plates of its white armor was a high-volume influx of luminous spheres, launching into the airspace simultaneously.

“—Active Array: Homing Ray.”

Bypassing a casting delay, I instantly unleashed several hundred units of my own compressed mana shells. Every single projectile, hard-coded with precise intercept tracking, collided against the Lord of Light’s incoming laser grid, systematically detonating them one by one. A spectacular, blinding chain of explosions blossomed across the upper atmosphere like a wall of fire.

Slicing clean through the dense plumes of billowing black smoke, the Lord of Light launched a high-velocity physical blitz. I deployed my <Mana Barrier> to meet its descending holy sword, absorbing the crushing downward arc completely head-on.

BOOM!

The cataclysmic collision of their absolute energy indices generated a massive shockwave loop, causing the bedrock beneath our feet to violently fracture and split open.

“The engine’s raw physical attack metrics are undeniably high-tier…”

Even though my personal health pool absorbed absolute zero damage ticks from the impact, allowing the engagement to remain at this coordinate stood a hundred percent probability of systematically obliterating the surrounding capital.

“If that is the case—Active Array: Ragnar Buster!”

The compressed mana beam loosed from my palm traced a pitch-black trajectory across the coordinate line, scoring a perfect direct hit straight against the Lord of Light’s central torso. Absorbing the staggering kinetic payload, the titan’s colossal mass was violently lifted off the earth, blasted straight into the upper atmosphere several hundred meters above the citadel within a single frame.

“We are tracking its ascent, Belle!”

“Orders locked~!”

Vaulting back onto the Underworld Dragon’s spine, we accelerated along a vertical trajectory to maintain our pursuit lock. If I could successfully lock down the entire engagement parameters strictly within an airborne dogfight matrix, the overall structural damage inflicted upon the Demon World would hit a major optimization drop.

“Let’s initialize the sequence—”

Thrusting my right hand straight toward the Lord of Light, which had expanded its twelve wings to stabilize its flight vectors high across the sky, I locked my targeting arrays.

“—Mega Fire!”

Restricting my output parameter to roughly thirty percent capacity, I loosed the top-tier fire-attribute magic array. Even though we had successfully migrated the battlefield to the upper airspace, discharging a spell of that caliber at a clean hundred percent power carried too many unknown variables regarding how severely it would fracture the surrounding atmosphere. This opening volley was strictly half-diversion, half-calibration.

“Hmph!”

Swinging its colossal holy sword in a massive arc, the Lord of Light cleanly sliced through the wall of flame, scattering the payload into nothingness.

“—Mega Water!”

This time, I dialed the output metric to an even fifty percent capacity.

“Mgh… to think this represents the default casting profile of the Demon King… uuuuuuuugh…!!”

Despite the massive stat spike, the Lord of Light masterfully managed to brace its blade, blocking the magic cannon. The deflecting shockwaves vibrated loops outward along four distinct quadrants, aggressively shaking the very fabric of the atmosphere.

“Fried-sama, peer-check the lower coordinates,” Belle chimed in.

Glancing down beneath our flight line, the raw atmospheric pressure generated strictly by the residual shockwaves was carving a network of deep, jagged fissures right across the terrain below.

“Even scaling my output down to these minimal thresholds inflicts structural damage upon the surrounding environment…” I muttered, clicking my tongue. Managing a power pool of this colossal scale was an exceptionally tedious bottleneck.

“Hmph. For an anomaly boasting such absurdly inflated status parameters, your actual damage yields are remarkably subpar,” the Lord of Light sneered, attempting a bluff to reset its morale. “Your combat metrics are undeniably formidable, Demon King. However, my systems can flawlessly endure this output threshold. If I systematically drag this deployment into an ultra-long-term stall loop, your stamina indices will guaranteed succumb to fatigue… Our lines permanently maintain a viable path to victory.”

“I am not granting your system a single frame of victory. My programming simply dictates a total block against unthinkingly running a high-intensity deployment that permanently wrecks the local environment, unlike a mindless machine like you.”

“Completely non-serving logic. To think that an entity claiming the absolute title of the Demon King would actively waste cognitive bandwidth calculating environmental preservation metrics for the surrounding area.”

…Evaluating our respective dialogue files, this mechanical engine was venting quotes that sounded exponentially closer to a textbook villain than my own profile.

“In that case, let’s check if your system can successfully endure this.”

I hoisted my right hand straight toward the heavens.

The upper atmosphere began violently shaking. The literal core parameters of the Demon World began to hum and vibrate, as if its very fabric were harmonizing with—or perhaps cowering before—the sheer mass of my awakening mana.

“Witness the absolute maximum output of my profile—”

I locked down my focus to its absolute crystallization point.

I mapped out an internal blueprint to trigger an explosive, catastrophic escalation across my entire mana pool, routing one hundred percent of the payload straight into my right hand.

Annihilation.

Detonation.

Convergence.

A pitch-black sword.

The absolute strongest blade engineered exclusively to be wielded by my profile—by the Demon King.

“Convergence Configuration: Void Slash (Vanity Blade)!”

Quietly venting the verbal key, a blade woven entirely from dense magical energy materialized inside my palm, radiating a brilliant black-purple luster. Perfect. When I initially executed this array back inside the pocket dimension, it was a completely un-tested, single-frame improvisation—but according to current diagnostics, my system can flawlessly regulate the stabilization variables.

The absolute, unrestricted destructive payload of a maximum-output Mega-tier spell was far too cataclysmic to deploy under normal parameters, so I had engineered a brand-new spell matrix designed to compress that entire world-ending force down strictly into the compact structural dimensions of a single sword.

“W-What kind of advanced spell architecture is this…っ?!”

“My system flatly refuses to destroy the Demon World, nor will I allow your weapons to compromise its integrity. Therefore, at these exact coordinates—”

Bracing the demonic blade high across my upper-stance guard, I delivered my definitive sentence.

“I shall systematically dissect strictly your engine alone.”