Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1100: Vlad vs Baal

The Fourth Layer of Hell was witnessing a battle of epic proportions, with waves of destruction raging in all directions. The sky cracked, and the oceanic floor burst apart, giving rise to massive waves.

Luckily for Hell, of all the layers where this battle could have taken place, the Fourth Layer was the most suitable, as the devilish waters acted as a perfect buffer, limiting the damage.

Vlad stood in the sky, his eyes sharp and focused as he faced Baal. Although he had managed to land a decisive blow at the beginning of the battle and severely wound the Devil Paragon, Baal’s vitality was truly astonishing.

The Devil Paragon’s battle strength had not diminished in any way, despite having his heart pierced just minutes ago.

The Eyes of Greed and Envy glowed upon Vlad’s forehead, yellow and violet blood vessels coursing through his body, drastically enhancing his speed and endurance.

It did not end there. A golden crown of light appeared above his head—the Seal of Pride—causing every move and every strike he unleashed to carry overwhelming destructive and killing power.

If that was not enough, the Eye of Gluttony constantly devoured the wild and chaotic energy around him, taming it and fusing it into his Depravita Aura, allowing the True Depravita of Wrath to erupt with destructive power every single second.

Yet even with all that, every time his sword collided with Baal’s spear, the True Depravita of Wrath felt every bone in his body tremble. The gravitational force behind the Devil Paragon’s weapon was so immense that it took everything he had to avoid being sent flying.

Baal’s mastery over his weapon was shocking, allowing him to constantly find openings, tearing Vlad’s muscles and damaging his bones.

"I need to go faster!" Determination and resolve appeared in the eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath as the Eye of Greed shone brighter, pushing his speed to the next level.

Vlad vanished.

There was no burst of speed, no afterimage—only absence. One moment, he stood before Baal, sword raised. The next, the space he occupied folded inward and snapped shut like a sealed wound.

Baal’s crimson halo flickered as his senses spread outward. The Devil Paragon did not turn. He did not panic.

He waited.

The air behind him warped.

Vlad emerged from a compressed fold of space, his black blade already descending, Quietus Force coiling along its edge like a silent storm. The strike carried no sound, no pressure. It should have been invisible.

Yet at the last second, Baal moved.

The spear swept backward without even looking, its tip dragging gravity itself along its path. Space thickened. The dimensional fold Vlad had used to approach collapsed prematurely, its stability crushed under the weight of Baal’s will.

Sword and spear collided.

The sky shattered outward in a circular shockwave.

Vlad’s arms trembled violently as the gravitational backlash flooded his body. Blood burst from his pores, yet his eyes only sharpened.

Not enough.

The Eye of Greed blazed.

Space around him fractured into layered segments—thin, invisible plates shifting at different speeds. Vlad stepped once.

Using his domain over the Law of Space and supreme speed, the True Depravita moved through three positions at once.

To Baal’s perception, Vlad attacked from the front, the left, and above simultaneously. Each position was real for a fraction of a moment, created by staggered spatial displacement.

The black sword struck.

One cut severed space beside Baal’s neck.

Another tore toward his ribs.

The third pierced directly for his spine.

Every strike was painful, yet Baal’s expression did not change.

The crimson halo above his head rotated.

Gravity inverted.

All three spatial layers collapsed toward a single point—Baal himself. The distortions crushed together, forcing Vlad’s split positions to merge back into one.

And that was the moment Baal moved.

The spear thrust forward like the fall of a world.

Vlad’s Quantum Eye glowed, folding space between the weapon and his chest. The distance stretched from centimeters into meters, the spear’s advance slowed as gravity and spatial dilation fought each other.

But Baal’s power surged.

The spear did not travel.

The space between them shrank.

The tip punched through Vlad’s guard, grazing his ribs before he vanished again.

He reappeared a hundred meters away, breathing hard, blood running down his side.

Baal stepped forward through the air, each movement bending the sky beneath his feet.

"You manipulate space," the Devil Paragon said calmly. "So you believe distance protects you."

The spear lifted.

"But distance belongs to gravity."

The ocean below rose.

Not in waves—but as a mass.

An entire section of the Fourth Layer’s waters tore free and compressed into a rotating sphere above Baal’s palm. The pressure inside it climbed instantly to catastrophic levels.

Baal hurled it.

The sphere did not travel like water.

It fell like a star.

Vlad’s eyes narrowed. Space expanded before him, unfolding into dozens of layered corridors. The compressed ocean sphere entered the distortions—

—and detonated.

The gravitational pressure inside it collapsed the spatial layers one by one, crushing the corridors as if they were glass tunnels. The explosion reached Vlad a fraction of a second later.

The True Depravita vanished just in time, only to reappear closer to Baal.

Quietus Force gathered around Vlad’s body, no longer just coating the sword. Thin threads of gray power seeped into the surrounding space itself.

He wasn’t attacking Baal.

He was infecting the battlefield.

The next time Baal moved, the sky resisted him.

Gravity bent—

—and the space it tried to control decayed.

For the first time, Baal’s eyes shifted.

Quietus threads hidden in space began to erode the stability of his gravitational domain, weakening the invisible anchors his power relied on.

Vlad appeared directly before him.

The black sword thrust forward.

Baal shifted his spear to block—

The moment their weapons met, the Quietus threads detonated.

Not outward.

Inward.

All the eroded spatial fragments collapsed toward Baal’s position, dragging instability, decay, and gravitational distortion into a single implosive point.

The air turned gray.

Space crumpled.

For an instant, Baal’s control faltered.

Vlad stepped in.

The blade pierced toward the Devil Paragon’s throat.