Why Are Time-Based Bosses Always Such Show-Offs? (Continued)

"Not good!"

Leiketi was probably the only one of the Nodos could still maintain his sanity at this moment, and he was almost terrified at the sight of this scene.

"It must be that Otenmia's attack on the planet provoked the last of the Nodos... No, we must stop the fighting immediately! Otherwise, Mekhidaka (Otenmia) will also go berserk, and then there will be no way to come back!"

Leiketi looked at the silver-haired boy Paet, who was also the supervisor of this battle, with an almost threatening gaze.

"If we exceed the critical threshold, neither Almanderus nor I can stop the two Hero Race!"

"..."

Paet gazed intently at Otenmia and Belkuros, then turned her gaze to Iori beside her.

After blocking Almanderus, he made no further moves, as if watching a show, which attracted the attention of the Silver Race.

"Leiketi, you haven't forgotten your contract, have you?"

"...yes."

"The second clause of your contract states that 'Nodos must fight the enemies of the Silver Race' —are you now trying to avoid war?"

"So you mean you want to watch Mekhidaka die from exhaustion?"

Leiketi turned hostile. "The fifth Nodos has gone mad. If Otenmia continues to fight him, they will only be infected by the curse and will not be able to escape it until death."

"At most, it will only destroy this star system."

Paet's voice was icy. "If things get out of control, Yutila will end it all."

"So, even at the cost of one or two Nodos lives, you're unwilling to see the Iron race acquire Nodos?"

"... This is the clan chief's instruction."

Paet frowned. "No race other than the Silver Race should be allowed to receive the gifts and inheritances of the Golden Race."

"... excessive pride."

Leiketi shook her head, utterly disappointed with the Silver Race, and instead summoned Almanderus to fly away into the distance, ready to join the battle.

She knew that the Silver Race was fearless because of their confidence—their Nodos Yutila, a member of the most destructive Hero Race, possessed a terrifying power that could erase time and space.

Just as Paet said, even if things really get out of control, they can bring in Yutila and forcibly erase everything!

In that case, both Otenmia and Almanderus are, in their view, worthy of sacrifice.

"I will abide by my contract, but your decision will likely cost the Silver Race dearly."

"..."

"Alpha, activate the shields, get as far away as possible!" Iori's mental communication system boomed across millions of miles on the bridge of the Golden Ark.

The blonde Elf maiden calmly directed her subordinates, piloting the Uranus slowly away from the battlefield. Through the porthole, she could see a scene that was as dazzling as a nebula exploding, yet full of danger.

Almanderus transformed into a streak of blue light and attempted to enter the battlefield, but Iori once again blocked her way.

"It's already a mess, don't go in and make things worse."

"But only I could do it!"

Leiketi clearly wanted to save Otenmia from her madness, but she had already jumped through timelines many times during her previous battle with Iori, and she didn't know Iori's attitude at the moment. She dared not activate her ability casually, for fear of being targeted by the [Sword of Judgment Karma].

"Why are you blocking my way? Iori, you must also have something beautiful in your heart, and you certainly wouldn't want to see this star field destroyed, would you?"

"..."

Iori remained silent, only smiling.

Seeing this, Leiketi controlled Almanderus to charge forward, thrusting out a sharp spear. "What exactly do you want to do?!"

"I want to see who is stronger, my own or the berserk Hero Race."

Iori smiled calmly, but what she said made Leiketi feel utterly absurd.

"This reason... you, you bastard!"

"Ooooooooo!!!"

While the two were locked in a standoff, the battle between Otenmia and Belkuros on the other side was becoming increasingly intense.

The fluctuating Hero Race also underwent a distorted mutation, becoming even more powerful while barely retaining a sliver of clarity. He tried to transform into an energy state to distance himself from his opponent, but was pulled back by the gravitational singularity generated in Belkuros's palm—it was truly unbelievable, considering he clearly did not possess the ability to manipulate gravity.

To Belkuros, space was like a physical entity, capable of affecting him with every punch and kick. Now, it was as if he were pulling a blanket; the distorted space was holding up Otenmia, allowing him to quickly catch up.

This is something that even the most powerful forces cannot achieve... It's more like a "Conceptual Materialization," which is using subjective consciousness to influence reality—simply put, it's "idealism"!

In the original work, Belkuros didn't have many fancy skills. Apart from "absolute immortality," he seemed to be a pure, unremarkable war god, just like Heracles in the Holy Grail War (in fact, he was indeed modeled after a great Greece hero).

However, after actually experiencing it, you will discover some details that cannot be shown in animation.

This person is not without special abilities, but it is difficult to categorize them into a particular field.

... Thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, he is the most beloved "son" of the [Golden Race]. How could they really only leave him a blank hero?

On the contrary, it is a mind-based numerical monster that can grow infinitely!

This ability, combined with a concept-level immortality, would leave even Iori in awe.

"Mekhidaka!"

Leiketi was extremely anxious, but the time manipulator was like a trapped beast in front of Iori. Every time she tried to rewind time, she felt a pang of fear and was always kept out of the battlefield by Iori.

"If the three Hero Race are together, there will be too many uncontrollable factors, which will not be conducive to my experiments."

"Hateful!"

All the goodwill that Leiketi had built up towards Iori over the past few days vanished at this moment.

"What's wrong with you! You spared my life, but now you're just going to watch two people forced into a fight fight to the point of exhaustion?"

"Anger won't help you defeat me, Leiketi."

Iori kindly reminded him, "Your Almanderus is rather weak in many aspects, only its ability to manipulate time is invincible... If you don't have the courage to use it, you won't be of any use even if you enter the battlefield."

"..."

Despite her extreme anger, Leiketi calmed down, a hint of speculation and understanding flashing in her eyes.

So... you're planning to go back in time yourself?

The long-haired woman had her own suspicions, and her offensive couldn't help but slow down a bit—after all, the contract only said that they had to fight, not that they had to "go all out," so she might as well take it easy.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Roar!!!!"

Every time Otenmia tried to retaliate, he was met with an even more violent barrage of punches!

After being suppressed for several rounds, and with his entire armor almost completely shattered, the beam net fired by Otenmia suddenly deformed, transforming under his control into a more focused and concentrated wave. Thirty crimson beams pierced through the invisible force field, penetrated Belkuros's crossed arms defense, and successfully struck his right shoulder, burning scorch marks on the exposed flesh.

This enraged the giant Belkuros, who tore off a piece of his armor, the flesh inside rapidly multiplying. He then raised his fist, gathering a dazzling flash of light, and smashed it towards the fluctuating Hero Race, causing the space along the way to distort like tattered cloth.

Otenmia emitted a metallic hiss, and a supernova-like flash appeared at the core of its chest armor.

Boom!!!

In the expanding energy storm, Otenmia suddenly burst out from the side, its newly grown chelicerae piercing into Belkuros's ribs.

The eyes of the fluctuating Hero Race gleamed wildly, and the jewels on Belkuros's body gradually dimmed—they were absorbing the energy of the giant's frenzied transformation.

"Something's not right, this is..."

Iori glanced in this direction and couldn't help but curse under her breath, but it was too late— Otenmia's shell had already turned the same dark red as Belkuros.

The accumulated, chaotic energy erupted simultaneously, and the impact at point-blank range burned Belkuros's entire body to a crisp!

—It was a bit "milder" than Iori had imagined in her self-destruction.

But this Hero Race only remained silent for Flash Step under the terrifying heat that was enough to annihilate a planet. Soon, a fierce crimson light flashed in his eyes again. With a roar, he broke free from Otenmia and sent him flying with a punch!

"Roar!!!"

Belkuros knew nothing of mercy. He charged forward in a rage, his eyes fixed solely on Otenmia. He unleashed a punch mid-air, sending a beam of light piercing through the void.

Seeing this, Iori knew that the time was almost right.

"Yamata no Arashi!" Iori teleported in front of Otenmia, the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi, crackling with lightning, cleaved through the pillar of light.

However, the heavy punch that followed made Iori feel immense pressure. The space was piled up like a mille-feuille and pushed over.

Bang!

Iori was thrown back, but he didn't panic. He glanced at Otenmia, his pupils contracting—

[The Greedy Usurper]!

The fluctuating Hero Race suddenly froze, and the accumulated destructive energy was forcibly usurped.

"Thanks, I'll accept this energy."

A dazzling light appeared on Iori's left hand.

In a frenzied state, Otenmia's internal energy is abnormally active, making it easier to seize power.

Immediately, Iori swung the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi again, while simultaneously wielding the World-Saving Divine Blade in her other hand. The starlight surging from the blade collided with the pursuing Hero Race, tearing open Belkuros's breastplate to reveal the dark red flesh inside that was constantly writhing and seemed to be boiling.

"Hooohoo!!"

The giant let out the Roar that shattered the energy tides, and the mutation accelerated. Demonic bone spikes sprouted from its bronze-like outer shell, and its eyes were completely filled with blood-red pupils.

"The Five Dragon Annihilation!"

Five dark blue dragons descended from the sky, biting into Otenmia's limbs and torso, and then coiled around her.

Next came the black coffin and long iron chains, which eventually transformed into a towering Celtic Cross, temporarily sealing Otenmia inside.

Time freezes!

This is the highest level of Kido, and also a forbidden technique. Using it too much can even affect the balance of the Three Worlds.

After conquering the Soul King Palace, Iori naturally obtained all the forbidden techniques information, which he could almost perfectly replicate with his Bleach.

If Otenmia had fought back desperately, Kido alone would probably not have been enough. Fortunately, he had already been ravaged by Belkuros, and Nodos' subconscious also wanted to break free from the carnival, so he surrendered and was captured by Iori.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Iori unleashed the [Depiction of Nature and Society], teleporting the heavily injured Otenmia into the small world for her storage.

"Awooo!"

In that brief moment of hesitation, the immortal Hero Race Belkuros charged forward once more.

"Watch out!" Leiketi shouted.

Iori frowned, instantly anticipating Belkuros's next move, and at the same time, pure white Kido power erupted from her body.

Only the Third Magic's physique allows him to switch so quickly and flexibly between different skills.

He charged forward using the Reiatsu storm of Shunkō, the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi drawing a delicate arc—the blade burst forth with dazzling Lightning Bolt before touching the skin, directly piercing through the incredibly hard outer layer.

"Roar!"

Belkuros's eyes were bloodshot, and his mutated right arm slammed down with a force that seemed to crush space itself. Iori neither dodged nor evaded; her [Indestructible Diamond Body] ability automatically Jiachi, a faint golden light appearing on her skin, as she decided to face Belkuros head-on!

At that moment, Iori felt like an ordinary person being charged by a bull, and for a moment, he didn't even feel like he was his own body!

"...ha!"

After flying tens of thousands of meters, Iori stabilized his body, looked at the Hero Race chasing after him like mad dogs, and felt that his body had returned to normal. He felt extremely refreshed.

"In terms of brute force alone, I'm at a disadvantage! Hah!"

Iori activated [The Fated Youth], shrinking his body to the size of a sixteen-year-old and unleashing an astonishing surge of energy. The Divine World-Saving Divine Blade and the Ama-no-Murakumo crossed to form a cross, and the ritual of the Earth Mother Goddess appeared in the form of text on the two divine weapons.

The power gathering above the Ama-no-Murakumo was all-consuming, while the World-Saving Divine Blade summoned the Platinum Star, capable of severing All Creation. The two clashed as the swords swung—

This is a real starburst!!!

The pure white energy surge was thin and sharp, like a long knife piercing directly through the center of Belkuros's chest!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Three consecutive shockwaves struck, tearing the bodies of the Hero Race to pieces—

Bang!