Chapter 449: The Campiones' Strike That Would Shatter, Tear, and Burn the Heavens
Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Howl—this was the Authority Luo Hao had usurped after defeating Gayatri, the goddess of sacred hymns from Indian mythology.
The manifestation of this ability was the power to exhale sound and breath as ultrasonic winds, generating shockwaves.
This ability could continuously increase in power the longer the incantation was chanted.
As for its maximum potential, Luo Hao had yet to determine it, as she had never pushed it to its limits.
This time, while eliminating the incessantly attacking spirits, she had already begun employing this Authority.
"...Over all mountains, birds' flight has ceased; on all paths, human traces have vanished. A lone boat, an old man in straw cloak and hat, fishes alone in the cold river snow!"
She primarily utilized this ability through the form of poetry.
Thus, with the utterance of this new verse, the accumulated power had ascended to yet another level.
"Ha!"
With a soft exclamation, the dozens of spirits that had suddenly lunged forward were instantly struck by the terrifying shockwave, dissipating like mist blown away by the wind.
Hmm? She also sensed a powerful surge of cursed energy rapidly intensifying in another location—it must be her mortal enemy, Marquis Voban.
It seemed this fellow shared her intention: to obliterate everything here in one sweeping blow.
"Strength penetrates mountains and rivers, aura envelops the cosmos..."
The chanting of poetic spells accelerated.
Simultaneously, the golden light emanating from Luo Hao merged with the exhaled winds—she was activating another Authority: the Divine Power of Vajra.
She was integrating all Authorities, unleashing unprecedented might.
Thus, a golden storm formed around her, tearing and shattering everything in its path.
Upon closer inspection, this terrifying demonic wind was coalescing into a colossal golden giant, seemingly capable of propping up the heavens and supporting the earth.
"What—what is this? This is too exaggerated!!!"
Elsewhere, the King of Swords, Touma, witnessed the enormous golden behemoth, his expression shifting repeatedly.
The giant was nearly the size of the mountain itself!
"Ha!"
With a sharp cry, the giant roared in unison, instantly generating a terrifying shockwave that blasted away countless wraiths and dispersed the mist.
Thus, Touma could see the golden giant more clearly and sense the overwhelming power about to erupt from it.
Moreover, he spotted another fearsome figure.
"These two!!!"
John, bearing the title [Pluto], grew pale beneath his mask.
Opposite the golden giant stood another massive entity—a black dragon over thirty meters long, though smaller in comparison. This was a transformation wrought by Marquis Voban using some Authority.
Furthermore, this dragon was also chanting spells.
"I hereby declare all living beings equal. Be they sinners or saints..."
The Inferno Judge—this was the Authority of Calamitous Flames that Marquis Voban had usurped from the fire god Zhu Rong.
Its power could incinerate an enemy battlefield into plains with a single strike, burning uncontrollably for seven days and nights if left unchecked.
Due to its vast range, this Authority was typically deployed from a distance to avoid self-harm.
Now, Marquis Voban had fused this Authority with another—his current form as the black dragon, an Authority usurped from the ancient Mesopotamian Earth Mother Goddess, Inanna.
Originally, the dragon possessed the power to spew purgatorial flames. Combined with the fire god's Authority, what level of devastation could it achieve?
He was genuinely anticipating it.
Thus, he violently beat his wings, scattering the surrounding mist and wraiths.
Suddenly sensing something, he once again whipped up a gale-force impact against the sky's haze.
Across from him, Luo Hao also detected something and let out another sharp cry, completely clearing the sky's mist.
What should have been a clear afternoon sky instead revealed an apocalyptic scene to all.
The entire sky was blanketed by leaden black clouds, with countless lightning serpents slithering through them.
As a wielder of lightning Authority, Marquis Voban could acutely sense the terrifying thunderous power contained within—far beyond what his own lightning Authority could achieve.
In other words, the initial interference from wraiths and mist wasn't meant to hinder their approach but to conceal these preparations in the sky.
"Be they mediocre or heroic, innocent children or their mothers, all shall equally become fuel for the flames. Witness the birth of the flaming purgatory, the kingdom of fire!"
Marquis Voban accelerated his incantation while transforming into a colossal dragon. He raised his draconic head skyward, jaws agape, preparing to unleash an unprecedented inferno.
Originally, this hellfire was meant to descend upon the master of the undead—to engulf this mountain and reduce it to ashes.
But now, an overwhelming instinct for survival warned him to redirect it against the impending cataclysmic strike.
"COME!!!"
With that savage roar, a pillar of crimson-black flames erupted toward the heavens.
"Strength emanates from bones, power flows from sinews! Behold—the Primordial Limitless Palm!"
Luo Hao, commanded her colossal War God Spirit to strike the darkened clouds with a blow meant to shatter the sky itself.
"I permit nothing in this world to remain uncut by my blade. O sword that cleaves heaven from earth, come now to my hand—Arm of Nuada, grant me the victorious blade!"
The King of Swords, Touma, unleashed his ultimate technique toward the firmament—a slash seemingly capable of splitting the celestial dome asunder.
"...Evil repays evil, sin atones sin, blood sacrifices blood, tooth for tooth! O envious Megaera, avenging Tisiphone, endless Allecto! Withdraw your curses, fulfill retribution! Now is the time for vengeance!"
Black Prince Alexander's Word Spirit manifested—his Authority of the Avenging Goddesses, capable of reflecting attacks and returning inflicted wounds.
As his chant concluded, three ethereal forms of the Furies materialized, stretching their arms toward the sky as if to embrace the heavens.
"Planning to eliminate us all in one move?"
John's tone turned grave as he loaded the remaining four magic bullets into his demonic gun.
These particular bullets were unique—only six could be replenished monthly. Having used two earlier, only four remained.
Firing two simultaneously with amplified curse power could multiply their potency four to fivefold. Three bullets would exceed tenfold amplification.
The combined effect of four bullets remained untested, primarily due to the catastrophic destructive potential that risked harming innocents.
But now, aimed skyward, there were no such reservations.
As he pulled the trigger, all the Campiones—including himself—unleashed their terrifying assaults toward the swirling vortex black hole that had formed in the sky.
In that moment, every person present tensed like drawn bowstrings.