After that despair-inducing black-red torrent came to an end, Susanoo lay motionless on the ground, his divine body already shattered beyond recognition.
"It's over!"
Looking at Susanoo lying on the ground, no one believed he could continue fighting. Fischl thought so as well, and she waited for Heimdall to announce the result.
However, just as Heimdall was about to enter the arena and announce the outcome of the seventh Ragnarok match, another unexpected development occurred.
Susanoo's already shattered body began to emit an aura like a curse, thick black mist shrouding him.
Enveloped by the black fog, Susanoo's broken body began to mutate, becoming twisted and disgusting. Hideous maggots covered his body, and a nauseating stench spread throughout the entire arena.
"Blech..."
Fischl threw up, not just because of the smell, but because of the transformation itself.
Again and again, every god fighter was like this!
Was there not a single one she could just kill properly? Kill them and they came back to life. Every Ragnarok, she had to kill them several times. There had never been an exception.
Fischl was sick of it. These gods... really used the same trick until the bitter end!
Didn't they ever get tired of it?
Clearly, Susanoo was now going to be just like the previous god fighters and transform into some powerful new form, except this one looked utterly revolting.
What kind of god was this? Even demons looked better than him.
Seeing this, Heimdall decisively left the arena once more.
As expected of a chief god. Unless they died several times, they could never truly die.
The chief gods, however, wore looks of sudden realization when they saw Susanoo's transformation. They had sensed that the unknown, terrifying power within him was wrong.
They simply had not figured out what that