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Capítulo 41: Clash Between God's is coming

Veldanava's imposing presence filled the battlefield, his voice resonating with authority. "Zeyron, Rudra, this madness ends now!" His golden aura flared as he extended his massive wings, his intent clear: to stop the escalating conflict at any cost.

But Zeyron, battered and his puppet body visibly damaged, stood firm. His voice echoed across the battlefield, unwavering. "No, Veldanava. You won't stop us—not this time."

Every attempt by Veldanava to intervene was met with defiance. When he unleashed a devastating strike that shattered parts of Zeyron's puppet body and Rudra's armor, it only seemed to harden the duo's resolve. Zeyron's golden eyes burned with determination as Rudra stood beside him, his divine sword, Deva, glowing brightly.

"Zeyron, you're pushing the world to its brink!" Veldanava shouted, his tone a mix of frustration and desperation.

"Because it needs to reach the brink," Zeyron retorted. "Only then will the truth reveal itself."

The battle raged, a cacophony of destruction and raw power. Amidst the chaos, a new energy surged—a familiar one.

"Ahahaha!" Veldora's booming laughter shook the ground as he descended, his excitement palpable. "This is more fun than I expected! Brother, you've been holding back too long!"

"Veldora!" Veldanava barked, his frustration evident. "Stand down!"

But Veldora, as impulsive as ever, roared with exhilaration. "Why should I? Watching Zeyron and Rudra tear the world apart and destroy everything is too thrilling to miss. And now…" He turned, his energy flaring as he charged toward Veldanava. "Let me see if you've still got it, big brother!"

Velgrynd appeared shortly after, her sapphire flames encircling her true dragon body. She observed the battlefield, her gaze lingering on Rudra. She knew his intentions were never reckless—his trust in Zeyron was absolute.

"If Rudra believes in Zeyron," Velgrynd murmured, "then I will stand by his side."

With that, she joined the fray, her flames clashing with Veldanava's golden light. Two dragon breaths collided, creating a massive explosion.

The fight escalated as Zeyron, Rudra, Velgrynd, and Veldora joined forces against Veldanava. He was forced not only to battle them but also to protect the soldiers below and the world itself. Even a single full-power attack reaching the ground would spell planetary destruction, as the immense energies of these combatants, amplified by the unstable mana from the Mistry Continent, helps the tensura character to far surpassed the limits of the world.

High above the chaos, Guy Crimson and Velzard hovered alongside Ramiris, watching the escalating conflict with shock and disbelief.

"This is insane," Ramiris stammered. "They're fighting Veldanava like he's just another opponent!"

Guy crossed his arms, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Something's off. Zeyron and Rudra aren't fools. There's a reason they're pushing this far."

Velzard's icy demeanor softened as she glanced at Velgrynd fighting alongside Rudra. "Whatever it is, they're not backing down—and it's all because of Zeyron."

Veldanava turned to the onlookers, his voice commanding. "You three—stop the invading armies approaching the central world. Now!"

Before they could respond, Zeyron's voice rang out, sharp and unyielding. "No, you don't!"

Zeyron's eyes glowed with golden light as massive mechanical cannons emerged from the ground. Sleek and ominous, the cannons hummed with energy, their countless barrels locking onto the trio in the sky.

The cannons unleashed a torrent of light-speed energy blasts, forcing Guy, Ramiris, and Velzard to evade. Though the attacks failed to harm them, the sheer force and precision kept them occupied for several crucial moments.

Amid the chaos, Nova's voice echoed in Zeyron's mind. "It's ready."

A smile appeared on Zeyron's face.

The ground beneath Zeyron's capital began to tremble violently. The once-majestic castle, a symbol of Zeyron's rule, started to split apart, revealing the hidden mechanism beneath. Gardens were obliterated, trees uprooted, and the shimmering lake at the castle's front drained into a growing chasm.

From the void created by the destruction, a massive head with two glowing golden eyes emerged, its gaze surveying the world for the first time. Alarms blared across the capital as buildings deployed barriers to protect their inhabitants. The barriers surrounding the entire capital flickered and vanished, their energy redirected to something far greater.

The colossal robot had no flight system of its own, requiring the use of nuclear magic to launch it.

BOOM!

The capital shook violently as the massive body was ejected from the ground, tearing through buildings in its wake. It soared upward, its massive frame casting a shadow over the battlefield.

Zeyron took flight, his puppet body transforming mid-air. Components reshaped and merged, golden mana radiating from his form as he connected with the colossal robot, Project Optimus.

High above the battlefield, Zeyron fused with the robot. Golden energy surged as his consciousness integrated fully into the machine, its power skyrocketing to rival that of Veldanava himself. A massive sword materialized in Optimus's hand, its blade glowing with a divine brilliance that seemed to pierce the heavens.

The robot's appearance was a fusion of raw power and intricate design. Its body was a deep, matte black, like a void that absorbed light, giving it an ominous and commanding presence. The surface of its armor was adorned with glowing crimson lines, intricate patterns resembling veins of molten magma, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. These patterns seemed to shift and writhe, as if alive, radiating an aura of barely-contained energy.

Its head was angular and sharp, with a central, jagged crest running from the forehead to the back, evoking the image of a warrior's crown. The faceplate was sleek, with a narrow, slit-like visor that emitted a piercing, blood-red glow. Jagged, blade-like extensions framed the sides of its head, resembling horns, further amplifying its menacing visage.

The shoulders were massive and squared, with layered plating that flared outward slightly, giving the impression of a battle-worn titan. Each shoulder bore a single, glowing rune of immense size, pulsating with energy, and small vents along the edges periodically emitted hisses of crimson vapor.

Its chest was broad and angular, with a translucent core that glowed with an intense red light, like a molten heart. Surrounding this core were intricate, interlocking plates, engraved with ancient symbols that glowed faintly in tandem with the core's rhythm. The center of the chest featured a large, circular emblem, its design resembling an eye, radiating power with every pulse.

The arms were long and muscular, ending in hands with sharp, claw-like fingers. The outer edges of its forearms were equipped with blade-like extensions that could retract or extend as needed, adding a close-combat dimension to its arsenal. The legs were equally imposing, built for both stability and speed, with heavily armored thighs and sharp, angular knees. Each step it took exuded an air of unstoppable might, the ground trembling beneath its weight.

From its back emerged two towering pylons, shaped like massive, wing-like appendages, though they did not appear to function as traditional wings. Instead, they emitted a faint, crimson glow, and periodically discharged arcs of energy into the air, crackling like a storm. The entire machine exuded an aura of god-like power, standing as a testament to Zeyron's determination to defy even the Creator himself but it was not necessary as the first Invader reached the land they disappear. Veldanava also sense this and his eyes darkened. The illusion finally broke down.

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World: I am fated villain before the plot starts.

In a vast void untouched by light, a man with a divine appearance stood solemnly, his piercing gaze fixed on the burning book in his hand. Hatred and disbelief flickered in his eyes as he clutched his chest, where his heart pulsed erratically. Blood trickled from his nose—a sign of the severe backlash that had cost him a tenth of his cultivation.

He had never imagined that the book—a treasure that had allowed him to invade and plunder countless worlds—could be destroyed in such a way.

This book was his ultimate weapon, a relic capable of isolating the most powerful beings in any world. Once their resistance was nullified, he would siphon the world's fate energy into himself, using it to cultivate to greater heights. However, the process left the world in ruins, erasing everything and everyone within it.

Now, with the book reduced to ashes in his hand, his carefully constructed plans lay shattered, and for the first time in eons, doubt crept into his heart.

But looking at the fate he can extract from this world his eyes becomes greedy and he made up his mind.


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