Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1009: White Sun

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

A titanic explosion tore open the sky above the Chaovoratities Plane as Vlad and Overlord hurled themselves at Apophis. The two warriors struck from opposite sides, each seizing one colossal claw of the Sacred King in a desperate attempt to halt his advance.

Overlord wielded Durendal, its sacred radiance exponentially enhancing his endurance and resilience. Yet even with that legendary blade reinforcing him, the cosmic heat radiating from Apophis’s claws scorched through his reinforced skin, burning deep into flesh and metal alike.

Vlad was faring no better. His entire being trembled under the onslaught. He diverted the overwhelming energy of Apophis through every Law at his command, bending the assault across quantum threads and conceptual anchors — yet even that was not enough.

His Depravita immortality and the Seals of Sin of Greed and Envy were the only reasons he could still stand. Without them, he would have been incapacitated within the first ten seconds.

But neither the True Depravita of Wrath nor the A.I. Chip Clone faltered. They just continue to burn their life force and energy, using all they have to remain in the fight.

The sky cracked around them. The world beneath them shuddered. Every clash of claw and blade sent shockwaves that tore open rifts in the air and split mountains in the distance.

Apophis pushed forward relentlessly, each motion driving the two warriors back step by step. The Sacred King moved like a primordial storm given form — unstoppable, ancient, and suffused with the cold certainty of victory. With every lunge, he closed the distance between himself and the White Death.

Apophis was an entity older than memory, an existence forged before mortal histories had even begun. His power swelled with terrifying momentum, cracking the heavens for kilometers.

The "lightning" that danced across his metal-flesh was no mere electricity; it was a cosmic current, a primordial fusion of destruction and growth, ever-expanding and endlessly devouring. With every pulse, it grew stronger, pulverizing everything that dared to oppose him.

Yet despite this overwhelming force, the True Depravita of Wrath showed no fear.

Blood dripped from his lips, his ribs had cracked from the last impact, and fragments of bone pierced through skin. But he stepped forward again — again — again — refusing to yield even as his soul frayed. Apophis’s claw swung toward him, vast as a mountain and burning with annihilating power.

Vlad vanished.

Through Quantum Expanse, he slipped through probability itself, phasing through the giant claw and reappearing a heartbeat later — right before Apophis’s face.

The True Depravita of Wrath’s eyes glowed with cold determination. Behind him, a colossal spectral pyramid materialized, each tier carved with symbols of ancient sin. Within its depths, five Origin Sins burned with radiant malevolence.

"Fall of the Seven Sins!"

Vlad swung his sword, and a tide of destructive essence erupted forward — a cascading ocean of annihilation that crashed into Apophis’s head.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"

The impact was so enormous that the Sacred King was physically driven back, tearing trenches into the air itself. Before Apophis could regain balance, Overlord appeared before his chest, wings unfurling in golden arcs of light.

Hundreds of glowing portals ignited around him — then doubled — then doubled again, replicating exponentially until they filled the sky like a vast constellation.

"Heaven’s Gate..." Overlord intoned, voice resonating like a chorus of angels. "...Fall of Babylonia!"

His Archangel’s Gift surged to its absolute limit. Thousands of divine weapons emerged from the countless portals — spears of judgment, swords of eternity, hammers of celestial wrath — and fired together in a ceaseless barrage.

The rain of godly weaponry crashed into Apophis with devastating force, tearing through scales forged from primordial metals infused with the essence of the universe’s birth.

Apophis snarled, his jaws clenching.

"You insignificant ant!" His massive body halted mid-retreat, and with a roar of fury he raised his claw to crush Overlord in a single, overwhelming blow.

But before the claw could fall, Vlad appeared once more.

The Eye of Lust and Eye of Gluttony blazed upon his brow, pulling in every scrap of energy in the battlefield — cosmic lightning, divine power, stray mana, even the residual echoes of destroyed laws. He redirected it, twisted it, and then coated his blade with it, merging the cosmic currents of Apophis with his own destructive force.

He swung.

"ZNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

A sound like the world being sliced apart echoed across the sky. Shock rippled through the battlefield as Vlad’s sword cleaved straight through Apophis’s claw — splitting it cleanly down the middle, then continuing upward, carving through the forearm until the blade nearly reached the Sacred King’s shoulder.

"AHRHHRHHRRH!" A scream of unbearable fury and pain tore from Apophis’s throat.

The cut was more than physical — Vlad’s strike carried death essence, space force, and soul-shattering power, extinguishing life within the limb and crippling it, even if only for moments.

Vlad allowed himself a single triumphant grin — then his legs buckled.

His body trembled violently, unable to endure any longer. He had already pushed himself beyond his limits in the battle against Barbatos, and the clash with Apophis had driven him even further. His bones were fracturing, organs failing. His strength was spent.

His time was up.

"It doesn’t matter..." he whispered, voice ragged but satisfied. "We succeeded."

With the last of his power, he grabbed Overlord’s arm. The Quantum Eye rotated, bending space around them, and the two vanished from the battlefield in a flash of distorted reality.

Apophis turned, confused for a moment — until instinct forced his gaze upward.

His eyes widened.

Above him, the White Death hovered in the heavens, arms outstretched. Between his hands, he held a massive sphere of white, burning entropy, so bright it dimmed the sun.

"Die."

The White Death roared as he unleashed his ultimate technique — the purest form of Entropy he had ever wielded. The sphere expanded, becoming a miniature white sun, devouring light, heat, and existence itself.

It fell.

And when it collided with Apophis, the Sacred King screamed as his body began to unravel at the quantum level, metal and flesh dissolving into nothingness.