The War God's Fated Death

Arteshu immediately understood what Iori meant, but he didn't care at all. "Strong is strong, and weak is weak. There may be times when the strong and weak are reversed in this world, but I am not one of them!"

Iori Aizen, there's no need for tricks. Use your wisdom and strength to challenge this absolute power!

Chapter 546 The Fated Death of the God of War.

The surging energy fluctuations had long since transcended the constraints of gravity. Two deities walking among World of the Living were locked in a struggle, shattering the surrounding space like glass, and entering the deep void under the terrified gazes of the Old Deus.

Here, their actions were not only unaffected, but their strength was also rapidly increasing!

For Arteshu, "battle" is his domain. His power begins to grow as he fights against strong enemies, even if they do not show a level that surpasses his own. Just the fact that they excite him can improve his abilities in every way.

The God of War, who has swept away all feelings of fatigue, is the most terrifying being in the world!

Its serious attack is already Extinction Light that can easily pierce through a planet, and its performance is even greater than that of the Hero Race in another world!

Faced with this situation, Iori could only passively defend for a few rounds, while her eyes were fixed on her opponent, clearly reflecting all of Arteshu's movements and reactions on her mind.

Golden Iridescence flickered in his pupils, and the power of the [Sword of Judgment Karma] was constantly at work, searching for a certain "key".

But...

Not enough!

Arteshu has not yet reached his "peak" and does not need to rely on the concept of "strongest" to break through his Bleach. However, if he is put under too much pressure and his improvement is too great, it could easily put Iori in danger.

The goal is to make him reveal his true nature, but without exceeding Iori's limits.

... The subtle changes involved are truly difficult to grasp!

"Arteshu, you are indeed strong, but you are not invincible."

Iori said in a low voice, then suddenly swung his sword.

"The World-Saving Divine Blade White Horse!"

The two powers merged into one, and countless dazzling golden lights lit up in the void, like a meteor shower, but at its core was a Burning Steel Divine Tool.

The Steel Hero's divine weapon, forged by the flames of the sun, is sublimated to possess power even greater than the World-Saving Divine Lightning!

Unavoidable – not to mention how many divine artifacts possess the concept of "guaranteed hit", their speed has reached the Flowing Light Divine Speed, and even Arteshu can only predict their trajectory and cannot dodge them all.

"A decent attack, but not enough to hurt me."

Arteshu sneered.

With a wave of his hand, he drew a magnificent spear from the void, forged from condensed light, and with outstretched arms, hurled it with tremendous force in an incredibly graceful motion—

Buzz!

Like Odin's Gungnir, it instantly transformed into the aurora that pierced through everything, tearing open a huge rift in the void once more, like a giant wave pulling at its tail. When it met the sun's Light Rain, countless things were instantly annihilated, and the vast darkness swallowed everything... Only this spear broke through!

Then it flew towards Iori again!

Iori frowned slightly, and in a flash, he split into two figures. One held a divine sword and blocked the spear head-on, while the other instantly appeared to Arteshu's side, switching to the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi to slash out.

This time, the blade not only carries the power of lightning, but also the concept of [wave], exponentially increasing its destructive power!

"Cut!"

The blade sliced through the air, creating a violent energy surge. Arteshu's wings of light unfurled once more, attempting to block the attack.

However, the power of the wave allowed the attack to forcefully penetrate the light wings' defenses and strike Arteshu's body directly.

Boom!

Arteshu was knocked back several kilometers by the blow, a clear but not exposed wound appearing on his chest. He glanced down at the wound, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting... How long has it been since I suffered direct physical harm? At one point, I felt that even retaining the pain receptors of a normal living being was meaningless."

Arteshu's voice carried a hint of excitement, "But it seems I was right... Indeed, only by experiencing it firsthand can one prove that one is alive... You've reminded me of the essence of battle, you truly are the hero I've chosen. This battle will not be boring!"

Iori did not respond; he knew that although the attack had injured Arteshu, it had not caused any real damage.

Feeling Arteshu's aura rise again as his wounds healed, Iori lowered his eyelids, then gripped his sword with both hands, and the power within him surged once more.

"You still have some strength left... Why not go all out? The Dragon Race's talent is only average, but if you were to use it, you would definitely gain several times more power than me. There's actually a sliver of hope that you could kill me, isn't there?"

"The Blade of the End!"

The light on the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi grew increasingly dazzling, but after Iori uttered a word of power, it instantly turned into pitch blackness that seemed to devour the entire world.

This is a ritual that fuses the power of the Earth Mother Goddess with the Steel Godhead, and it is also an extremely powerful secret technique for Iori.

Iori suddenly swung her sword, and a jet-black sword light tore through the void, striking Arteshu like an infinitely widening Abyss, aiming to devour this war god forever.

"You want to banish me?"

A hint of seriousness flashed in Arteshu's eyes; he sensed the threat of this attack. No longer being overconfident, the wings of light on his back suddenly closed, forming an indestructible barrier.

"But my existence must also extend beyond the void!"

Boom!

The sword light collided with the light wings, bursting out with dazzling light. The void, which was originally empty, seemed to generate a large amount of chaotic turbid flow under this attack, and was quickly dyed crimson, as if it had become Arteshu's domain.

"Neither time, space, nor nothingness can devour me!"

When the light faded, Arteshu still stood tall, proudly declaring, "Because my power transcends the laws of the world!"

He is a god of war, stronger than any opponent, and for Arteshu, this world itself is also an object he can fight. Therefore, even an abstract concept like "spacetime" cannot swallow his existence.

After speaking, Arteshu waved his hand to retrieve the spear. His face seemed to be shrouded in rainbow light, obscuring his features, and the wings behind him each emitted a different radiance.

In that Flash Step, it was as if the Laws of Operation the entire world had been altered, and the energy entwined around the God of War, or rather, its very existence, expanded at an unfathomable speed.

This is like a river turning into an ocean, an exaggerated power that even Iori would admire, completely ignoring normal laws and logic, utterly deviating from the scope of normal Old Deus, and even obscuring many concepts of this universe.

In the end, only the strongest remains—no!

Only the concept of "strongest" is allowed to exist!

The maximum power Divine Strike unleashed by the entire Flügel could evaporate the entire ocean, but that was merely an imitation of this man's casual attack. Its true power was to guide all All Creation toward the light of annihilation.

This is Arteshu, the God of War!

The Soul of Struggle exists to transcend, crush, and destroy everything!

Now, his wings of light unfold in sequence, displaying a power that Iori has never seen before in his life.

"Come on, challenge me, the strongest!"

Your resolve, your courage, your strength, your protection—show them all to me, before you die!

"Death? You'll be disappointed."

Faced with this rapidly expanding and extraordinary existence, Iori calmly endured all the pressure.

"I did not come prepared for sacrifice and death; all I seek is victory!"

"Then come on, challenger!"

As soon as the words fell, the void collapsed, and the two figures were submerged in an indescribable chaotic torrent, but they seemed completely unharmed.

Divine Blade VS Shinsō!

Without testing each other or competing in terms of ability, the two who had reached their peak abandoned the most superficial aspects of victory and defeat, and directly engaged in battle based on their essential power.

With a gentle tremor, the golden spear shattered the surrounding chaotic energy. The God of War swung his arm, gathering countless tiny pulses like blades, creating the most dangerous wave of power in the world, capable of shattering everything, which devoured Iori's tiny body.

However, a burst of aurora bloomed, Iori leaped out of the chaos, while a blazing sun rose behind her—a phantom of Uranus.

Buzz!

The sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth... Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio... all the stars unfolded in turn, adorning this chaotic realm as a starry night, and the power bestowed upon Iori grew stronger and stronger.

As the World-Saving Divine Blade unfolded in the form of a mandala, with countless mythical weapons rotating endlessly, the sharpness in his eyes reached its peak.

This made Arteshu extremely happy!

Even the End Dragon's killing power is not as pure as Iori's!

He was certain that his battle with Iori would become an unprecedented legend in the universe!

Unfortunately, the ending of this story was predetermined:

The God of War will prevail.

For the "strongest," the challenger will fail—this is an unchanging established fact.

Because as long as he exists in this world, there is no being able to defeat him.

If an even more powerful individual emerges, he will not fail; he will only expand his own existence with incomprehensible concepts and continuously surpass the other.

The concept of "powerful" is inherently a concept that only has value when compared.

Arteshu is "absolutely powerful," regardless of his opponent; this power is utterly unreasonable.

"Let's end it here!"

With shimmering wings and crisscrossing spears, the God of War Arteshu, threw himself into the battle with utmost purity, losing himself in the fight.

He brandished his spear, threw punches, unleashed his Kamui, and opened up the void, even forgetting the passage of time, only continuing to clash with Iori!

He experienced a joy he had never known before. Of the few times he had ever felt this way, this was the only time he was truly immersed in it, even to the point of being completely absorbed.

Iori and he were evenly matched!

Even as the God of War's power continues to grow, this human from outer space can still constantly unleash new trump cards or withstand pressure with astonishing resilience. The sharpness of his attacks even makes Arteshu with fear.

Pain, blood, roars... these things closely related to battle, Arteshu hadn't experienced in a long time, but now he was obsessed with them.

But as expected, the more excited and involved he became, the stronger the feedback he received. The power of the God of War quickly exceeded Iori's limit.

"—Is this the end?"

The God of War's voice revealed a hint of reluctance and disappointment. His body was covered with Burning marks of light, which were left by Iori using various weapons.

Of course, Iori wasn't doing much better either. Although her wounds would heal quickly, Arteshu's power was soon reaching its Critical Point—

A terrifying power capable of completely wiping out Iori.

"In the end, you couldn't surpass my [essence]... You couldn't do it either?"

Arteshu has always been exploring why he was born, or rather, what the meaning of being "the strongest" is.

However, as the strongest and someone who has never tasted defeat, he naturally cannot understand it.

"Yes, I couldn't surpass it... but victory is never about being stronger than your opponent!"

A calm voice emanated from the radiance that divided the void and chaos. A young man with more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes emerged from the torrent that could annihilate everything.

"Even the weak can triumph!"

"Oh?"

Arteshu his gaze back to his challenger, a maniacal smile spreading across his face.

"Haven't you stopped by now?"

Why should I stop?

Yes, I failed to surpass the "strongest," but that doesn't mean I can't defeat you.

Let me ask you a question, Arteshu.

Iori's hair fluttered in the turbulent water, her indifferent eyes staring directly at the god.

"If the Old Deus is the embodiment of a concept, then you are the manifestation of war."

How long has this great war on this planet been going on? Thousands of years or tens of thousands of years? There is no beginning or end, an endless war, and even the planet itself has lost all hope.

You clearly have the power to end all of this and ascend to the throne of the supreme god, so why did you do nothing and instead watch it all unfold?

"Ha, a war god who wants to end wars? That world is too boring!"

Although no one dares to challenge me, at least fighting each other can slightly relieve some of my boredom.

Arteshu' golden eyes reflected Iori's image.

"So what do you plan to do now that you know all this?"

I am an evil god who cares nothing for any living being in this world. What do you intend to do?!

"Didn't you know that from the beginning?"

Hahaha~