Kapitel 34: Chapter 34. Legion's Endgame

New York, United States

Satria stepped into the chaotic battlefield, his sharp eyes catching sight of a horned, alluring woman in the distance. She leaned over a helpless human, planting a kiss that drained the man of life. His limp body crumpled to the ground like discarded trash.

The succubus, her blue eyes glowing with predatory hunger, licked her lips as she turned her gaze toward Satria and his group. A twisted smile stretched across her face, dripping with both lust and malice.

"How long will my transformation last, Fatalis?" Satria asked inwardly.

[Fatalis: You've got about 10 minutes left, give or take. After that, you'll need time to re-enter Calamity Mode. Oh, and you're burning through energy faster because of that pesky Speed Force metabolism]

'Great,' Satria thought bitterly.

The succubus's voice broke his focus. "Hee~ You're quite handsome and hot," she purred, her tone dripping with seduction as she focused on Johnny. "Why don't you ditch this sad little group and come join me? I'll make it worth your while."

Johnny's cocky grin surfaced immediately. "It would be my pleasure to—"

Thud. Susan's elbow jabbed into his ribs. "Idiot! Don't let yourself get charmed by her tricks!" she snapped.

Johnny winced. "What's your problem, sis?"

"You are," she shot back.

"Stop bickering," Satria cut in, his tone commanding. "We don't have time for this nonsense." He locked eyes with the succubus. "Sorry, lady. We're rejecting your 'generous' offer."

Her smile widened, revealing sharp fangs. "A pity. I had such high hopes for you." She snapped her fingers, summoning a squad of ten towering Felguards, their crimson skin gleaming and halberds gleaming in the light.

"Kill them," she ordered, her voice cold and imperious.

The Felguards encircled the group, their hulking forms cutting off any escape.

"What now?" Reed asked, glancing at Satria.

Satria's mind worked quickly. 'Reed's elasticity is a lot like Luffy's powers in One Piece. I wonder if he could use that potential...but I'll need to tread carefully. The man's a genius, and that makes him dangerous.'

"We form a tight formation," Satria ordered. "Rocky, you're on the front line. Tank their attacks and smash through them. Gomu-Gomu Man,"—he gestured at Reed—"use your stretchy powers to restrain them so we can land clean hits."

"Gomu-Gomu?" Reed raised an eyebrow.

"It means 'rubber,'" Satria explained flatly.

Reed nodded, though he still seemed puzzled.

"Firebrat and I will be the heavy hitters," Satria continued, turning to Susan. "You're on support duty. Protect the team and strike when you see an opening."

"Understood," Susan replied with a determined nod.

"Let's roast these freaks to ashes," Johnny said as flames engulfed his body.

"And after this mess is over, you're joining us for a drink, Power Ranger," Ben rumbled, cracking his knuckles.

"If we survive," Satria replied with a smirk.

The Felguards roared and charged.

"Kill or be killed," Satria shouted, his voice firm. "No holding back!"

Satria surged forward, a black blur moving at inhuman speed. Johnny's flames lit up the battlefield as he bombarded the Felguards, charring their skin.

Reed stretched his elastic limbs, wrapping around the Felguards to immobilize them. This opened them up for devastating punches from Ben and precise strikes from Satria.

Susan erected invisible barriers to deflect incoming halberd strikes and counterattacked by crushing enemies with her force fields.

"Graaaaah!" The Felguards fell one by one under the coordinated assault.

The succubus's eyes burned with fury. "You dare destroy my soldiers?!"

She released a cloud of pink pheromones, the scent intoxicating and dangerously alluring.

Without hesitation, Satria darted toward her, his speed leaving a trail of black lightning.

"Unlike Flash, I don't hold back," he whispered menacingly from behind her.

The succubus whirled around, startled. "What?! How did—"

Before she could finish, Satria constructed a dagger using speed force energy and plunged it straight into her skull.

"Ahhhhh!" she screamed, writhing as the blade pierced her brain.

Satria held her in place, unmoved by her cries. He didn't release her until her body went limp, her blood pooling at his feet. He yanked the blade free and let her corpse fall unceremoniously to the ground.

The Fantastic Four stared at him in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of awe and horror.

[Fatalis: Fatality! Now I know why we are destined to be together hehe]

Johnny broke the silence first. "Dude, did you really have to kill her like that? She was hot, man!"

"Yeah," Susan added hesitantly. "I mean...wasn't that a bit much?"

Satria fixed them with a cold glare. "She was trying to control you. Would you prefer to have been her slave, fighting each other to the death under her influence?"

The group exchanged uneasy glances but didn't argue further.

Satria turned away, his expression hard. He always thought two steps ahead, and he wasn't about to gamble his team's survival for sentimentality.

"Let's move," he ordered. "We don't have time to waste."

The Fantastic Four silently fell into formation, ready for the battles yet to come.

•

Dimensional Portal

New York, United States

Patronus stood just steps away from the enormous portal, his sharp gaze scanning the chaos. Among the defenders were two familiar figures—a man wielding an adamantium shield with precision and another unleashing devastating slashes with razor-sharp claws.

Captain America and Logan were in the thick of battle, alongside other heroes, pushing back the endless wave of demons pouring from the Burning Legion's Gate.

Despite their relentless efforts, the enemy's numbers didn't dwindle. Instead, they grew.

A sudden, chilling sense of danger washed over Patronus. His instincts screamed louder than ever. Something... something monstrous was about to emerge.

'What is this power? It feels even more dangerous than the Three Great Yokai,' he thought, gripping his weapon tightly.

The portal rippled violently as a massive shadow loomed. Then, it stepped through.

The creature was a vision of nightmares—its twisted, centaur-like form oozed malice, with its demonic features accentuated by glowing, infernal eyes. A horrifying blend of power and terror radiated from its presence, suffocating the battlefield in dread.

"Mortal," the demon's voice thundered, dripping with authority and disdain, "surrender yourself to the might of the Burning Legion. You have two choices: enter servitude under our lord's banner, or perish along with your pathetic planet."

As it released a wave of crimson energy, the atmosphere grew oppressive. Civilians nearby collapsed instantly, overwhelmed by the sheer force of its aura.

A shimmering portal materialized, and Doctor Strange stepped through, his Cloak of Levitation billowing dramatically. He glared at the demon.

"Who are you, fiend?" Strange demanded, his voice calm yet commanding. "Who is your master, and what purpose brings you to this world?"

Strange's mind raced. Is this another of Dormammu's kin? Or does this signify a new threat entirely? If there are more like this one... the multiverse could be in grave danger.

The demon smirked, baring razor-sharp teeth. "I am Dek'sada, herald of Azgalor, the Underlord. In every world, in every future, the Burning Legion stands undefeated. We are invincible, unstoppable, and we will drown your universe in eternal darkness."

Patronus wasted no time. He hurled his Rasenshuriken at Dek'sada, the spinning energy sphere cutting through the air with devastating speed.

The attack detonated on impact, a blinding explosion of raw energy. But when the dust cleared, Dek'sada stood unscathed, a shield of crackling red lightning surrounding him.

"Interesting," Dek'sada said with a wicked grin. "You forced me to use my power. That is rare." His glowing eyes locked onto Patronus. "You are no mere mortal. Your aura speaks of something far greater. Tell me, what are you?"

Patronus ignored the question, his stance unwavering.

The demon chuckled darkly. "No matter. Join us, and Together, we shall conquer the multiverse, leaving nothing but ashes in our wake. What say you?"

Patronus's reply was instant, his tone icy. "I'm sorry, but I must decline."

Dek'sada's grin vanished, replaced by a snarl. "Foolish. You'll regret this decision." He raised his weapon, the ground beneath him cracking from the surge of energy radiating off his form.

"Remember my name, warrior: Dek'sada, the one who will end you."

Patronus tightened his grip, his power building. "We'll see who falls first."

The battlefield held its breath as the clash of titans loomed.

•

Satria and the Fantastic Four stood amidst the aftermath of yet another grueling battle. Countless enemies lay defeated, but the war was far from over. The tension in the air was palpable, and the stakes only seemed to rise.

Ahead, three dangerous fronts awaited: the ominous Portal, the towering Giant, and the raging Dragon. Each presented its own peril.

"Where to next, brother?" Fatalis's voice echoed in Satria's mind, tinged with urgency. "Whoever fights near the Portal isn't your ordinary foe. I'm not suggesting you go there first. Better to help Saber or Jiraiya instead."

Satria mulled over his options, aware of his dwindling time in this transformation.

"I think we'll need to split up, guys," Satria finally said, turning to the Fantastic Four.

Ben Grimm frowned. "Split up? Why? We're stronger together!" He crossed his arms, clearly preferring to stick with the mysterious warrior who'd been leading them so far.

Satria gave him a reassuring smile. "Let's just say there's a personal matter I need to take care of alone."

Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Dude, we can help you—"

"Let him be," Reed interrupted, holding up a hand to silence Johnny. He studied Satria for a moment, then nodded. "You've already helped us more than we could've hoped. Who are you, anyway?"

Satria hesitated, then decided to share his name. This wasn't the DxD world, and he didn't need to hide here. "My name is Satria."

Reed extended a hand. "Good luck, Satria. Stay safe out there."

"Thanks, Stretch," Satria replied with a smirk, shaking his hand.

Susan stepped forward, her eyes soft with gratitude. "Mr. Satria, if you have time after all this chaos, Can we meet again and be friends?"

Satria's smile turned playful. "How could I refuse such an invitation from a beautiful lady like you? Sure."

Susan chuckled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "I'm Susan Storm, and thank you for the compliment."

Reed raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused by the light flirting. "Let's not waste time," he said curtly.

Johnny waved as they prepared to leave. "Catch you later, Satria!"

As the Fantastic Four moved on, Satria remained behind, watching them disappear into the chaos.

He let out a sigh, undoing his transformation. His black armor faded, leaving him in his base form. Pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he lit it with a flick of his fingers, taking a slow drag.

"Now then," he murmured, smoke curling into the air, "where should I go first?"

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Kazuma-sama: "This mission sounds terrifying! Seriously, what kind of nightmare-inducing monster are they even facing? I bet it's got teeth the size of my torso."

Ice Sadist: "Ugh, why wasn't I invited? This is exactly my kind of thing. Crushing fear and blood-soaked carnage? Sign me up!"

Emilia: "I... I think I'm going to be sick. This much blood? This much gore? How do they even keep going? I can't watch it anymore!"

Evil Spirit: "Come on, Junior, tell us—what would you do in their shoes? Be the righteous knight and toss them into prison, or play executioner? Let's hear it, Dark Detective."

Batman Junior: "...Justice doesn't falter, even in chaos. But this... this is beyond what I expected."

Evil Spirit: "Hee? The Bat's rattled. I love it."

Kazuma-sama: "I knew it. If even Junior looks this tense, I made the right call by sitting this one out. No regrets!"

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Artoria POV

As they battled fiercely, a sudden, oppressive presence swept over the battlefield. It was suffocating, like a dark storm cloud crashing down.

Thor's grip on Mjolnir tightened. "Did you feel that, Hercules?"

Hercules, standing amidst a pile of shattered bones and torn flesh, nodded gravely. "Aye. Something unnatural has entered this realm. We must destroy that portal before it's too late!"

"Then less talking, more smashing!" Captain Marvel snapped, her fists glowing with energy as she blasted another wave of enemies.

Artoria, her sword poised to strike, suddenly faltered. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, doubt crept into her voice. 'What... what is this? Even my blade trembles. How can such a presence exist?'

Hercules roared, grabbing the nearest undead dragon by its massive head and tearing it clean off with a sickening crunch.

"Well done, my friend!" Thor shouted in approval, his hammer crackling with lightning.

But their victory was short-lived. The undead dragon's decapitated body staggered back to its feet, grabbing its severed head and reattaching it as though nothing had happened.

Captain Marvel gritted her teeth. "You've got to be kidding me. How do we kill these things for good?"

Before anyone could answer, the second undead dragon reared back, its gaping maw glowing an icy blue.

Thor's expression darkened. "It's preparing to unleash another frost breath! Take cover!"

Just as the air around them began to chill, a black energy beam sliced through the sky, striking the dragon squarely in the chest. The impact sent the monstrous creature crashing to the ground, disrupting its attack.

A dark-armored figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding yet enigmatic. His voice was calm but resolute. "Are you all alright?"

"Who the hell are you?" Captain Marvel demanded, her fists still glowing, ready for another fight.

The figure turned toward her, his helmet reflecting the flickering light of battle. "The name's Satria. Don't worry—I'm on your side. Now, can someone give me a rundown on what we're dealing with here?"

Thor stepped forward, his voice firm. "These beasts are no ordinary foes. The undead dragons possess regeneration beyond reason—even decapitation cannot end them. They unleash frost breaths that freeze anything in their path, and the humanoid dragon is even worse. He summons meteor storms, and can dispel my magic."

"Lovely," Satria muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Sounds like a walk in the park."

Captain Marvel crossed her arms. "Got any bright ideas? Or are you just here to look cool?"

Satria glanced at her, then at the battlefield. "Give me a moment. I'll need to observe their patterns first. In the meantime, keep them busy. If we can't kill them outright, we'll need to neutralize their regeneration somehow."

Artoria raised her blade once more, determination returning to her eyes. "Understood. Let's give him the time he needs. Onward, warriors!"

With renewed resolve, the group charged back into the fray, their trust in this new ally tenuous but their spirits unyielding.

Jiraiya POV

Jiraiya landed nimbly on a rooftop, his eyes scanning the chaos unfolding in the strange city. Fires raged, and the distant sound of sirens blended with the cries of battle. Beside him, Gamabunta appeared in a puff of smoke, his massive frame dwarfing the surrounding buildings.

"What in the hell is this place?" Gamabunta grumbled, his deep voice reverberating through the air. His massive yellow eyes squinted at the alien landscape.

"Is that... a big frog?" A nearby onlooker gasped, gawking up at the enormous toad.

Gamabunta's nostrils flared, steam hissing from them. "I'm not a damn frog, brat!" he roared, his booming voice shaking windows. "Jiraiya, where the hell have you dragged me this time?"

"Relax, Bunta." Jiraiya raised his hands placatingly, though his trademark smirk hinted at his amusement. "We're in a place called New York—another world, apparently."

"Another world?" Gamabunta's eyes narrowed, his disbelief palpable. "Have you been drinking again?"

"Nope, not this time." Jiraiya glanced at the battlefield, where a massive two-headed giant lumbered forward, smashing cars and swiping at fleeing civilians. "We've got bigger problems right now. See that ugly bastard over there?" He pointed at the towering behemoth.

Gamabunta followed his gaze, his expression darkening as he spotted the two-headed giant. The creature roared, its deep, guttural voice shaking the earth as it swung its club wildly, sending chunks of pavement flying.

"This world really knows how to roll out the welcome mat." Gamabunta unsheathed his enormous blade, the metal gleaming menacingly in the flickering light. "But you'd better believe I'm expecting double payment for this mess, Jiraiya. You owe me a barrel and a feast when this is over."

Jiraiya chuckled, leaping onto Gamabunta's head and settling into a battle stance. "Deal. Now let's take this giant down before it levels the whole city."

Gamabunta smirked, the thrill of battle sparking in his eyes. "Alright, let's teach this oversized freak what happens when it messes with the great Gamabunta!"

The Legendary Sage and his colossal ally charged forward, ready to face the monstrous foe head-on.

•

Patronus and Doctor Strange stood together, battling Dek'sada, one of the Burning Legion's most dangerous lieutenants.

Doctor Strange eyed the hooded man fighting beside him, curiosity mingled with suspicion. 'Who is this guy? His presence exudes divinity, much like Thor's. But his methods... they're unorthodox.'

As if sensing the question, Patronus smirked under his hood. "Just call me Patronus," he said, deflecting a stream of dark-red lightning with a shield of glowing chakra.

Dek'sada sneered, raising his hand to unleash another devastating attack. Dark-red lightning crackled and arced toward them, ripping through the air.

Doctor Strange quickly conjured a magical barrier, deflecting most of the energy. Patronus responded immediately, his hands weaving intricate seals.

"Heavenly Thunder Fox!"

Lightning, shaped like a snarling fox, erupted from Patronus's fingertips, clashing with Dek'sada's dark-red lightning. The air vibrated with power as the opposing forces collided, their energies equal in intensity. The resulting explosion shook the ground, enveloping the battlefield in thick smoke.

"Damn, I can't see him!" Patronus said, squinting through the haze.

As the smoke cleared, Dek'sada moved like a blur, delivering a devastating punch that sent Patronus crashing into a nearby building.

"Ugh…" Patronus groaned, emerging from the rubble.

"Patronus!" Doctor Strange called out, his voice edged with concern. "This guy is faster than I anticipated."

Acting swiftly, Strange conjured magical ropes to bind Dek'sada hand. The ropes coiled around the demon, but instead of restraining him, Dek'sada yanked Strange toward him with a brutal tug and hurled him into a crumbling structure.

"Fast and strong," Strange muttered, pulling himself from the debris. His gaze darted across the battlefield. "Where's Patronus?"

At that moment, Patronus leapt from the wreckage. His eyes now glowed with a toad-like hue, Sage Mode fully activated.

Dek'sada grinned menacingly. "Ah, so the insect has another trick up his sleeve."

The demon charged at Patronus, but when he dodged the hooded man's punch, an invisible force slammed him into the ground.

"What?!" Dek'sada growled, staggering to his feet.

Doctor Strange seized the moment, using telekinesis to hurl a car at the demon, sending him sprawling again.

"Nice throw, Doc!" Patronus quipped, smirking.

"No need for thanks," Strange replied curtly.

Patronus formed a hand seal. "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"

Four identical clones of Patronus materialized materialized and charged at Dek'sada.

Strange observed in astonishment. 'This isn't magic… These clones are physical. What kind of technique is this?'

Dek'sada laughed darkly, summoning a purple lightning barrier around his body. The moment the clones touched it, they disintegrated into smoke.

"This is my Diabolic Edict—absolute defense," Dek'sada said smugly, his aura crackling with destructive energy.

Patronus leapt back, assessing the situation.

"Be careful," Kurama's voice echoed in his mind. "That energy around him is dangerous—akin to a Truth-Seeking Ball, but even more volatile."

Strange moved to stand beside Patronus. "That was an impressive trick, but do you have a plan to take him down?"

Patronus nodded. "Yeah, but I need time. Can you keep him busy for five to ten minutes?"

Strange smirked. "I'll handle it."

As Patronus prepared, Strange engaged Dek'sada, casting spells to create magical barriers and distractions. The battle raged on, with Strange barely holding his ground against the demon's relentless assault.

Unknowingly, he suddenly found himself surrounded by an endless void. The oppressive silence was broken only by a deep, resonant voice.

"Child of Prophecy… You are an interesting anomaly."

Patronus tensed, He couldn't reach out to anyone—not his closest friends, nor his allies. The void was impenetrable, cutting off all connections.

Except... the Group Chat.

Of course, it still worked.

This realization chilled him to his core. Whoever—or whatever—had created the Group Chat wasn't bound by the rules of this world or any other.

'This is what I've always feared,' he thought grimly. 'The system isn't some benevolent gift. To beings like them, it's probably just a game—an amusement.'

He clenched his fists, anger and unease bubbling beneath his calm exterior. 'Are we nothing more than pawns, moving at the whims of a higher design?'

But he didn't have the luxury to dwell on such thoughts now. There was a battle to win—and he needed to trust, at least for the moment, that his path was still his own.

"Who are you? How do you know about me?"

"I am but a watcher… and an adversary of the Burning Legion. You must destroy that gate permanently, young man, or all is lost."

"Destroy the gate? How?"

As if in answer, an unfamiliar energy flooded his body—an overwhelming power.

"...Thank you, whoever you are," Patronus murmured, murmured, determination hardening his features.

Dek'sada was advancing on Strange, his claws crackling with energy. "Your tricks are tiresome, sorcerer. Now, face oblivion!"

Suddenly, glowing orange chains erupted from the ground, binding Dek'sada in place. Strange grinned. "Thanks to Patronus buying buying me time, I was able to set this trap."

Dek'sada struggled, his aura flaring. "You won't hold me for long!"

Patronus re-emerged, now glowing with a radiant white energy. Nine Truth-Seeking Balls floated behind him. His transformation into Hopushin Rikudou Mode was complete.

Dek'sada's confidence faltered as he sensed the sheer power radiating from the hooded figure. "You... What are you planning?"

Patronus didn't respond. He unsheathed his sword and began advancing toward the portal.

"Stop him!" Dek'sada roared, ordering his remaining forces to intercept.

Patronus cut them down effortlessly. "Heavenly Sword Style: Crescent Moon Slash!" A sweeping wave of energy annihilated the oncoming orcs, clearing his path.

Standing before the portal, Patronus raised his sword.

"This ends now."

"Heavenly Demon God Style: Dimension Breaker!"

With a single, devastating slash, the portal shattered, severing its connection to the Burning Legion's dimension. A deafening roar echoed as the gateway collapsed, sealing their world from the demonic invasion.

To be continued.