Battle of the Sabaody Archipelago 4! Saint Killingham! Death!
He had already mastered the clan's Forbidden Technique, which Uchiha Natsu and Izuna Uchiha had developed together.
With a thought, all his immense Chakra transformed into raging flames, and a crimson sea of fire instantly engulfed the entire sky.
"Fire Release: Flame Dragon Judgment!"
With a deafening roar, several ferocious and violent crimson fire dragons tore through the clouds, their roars shattering the sky and carrying intense heat capable of incinerating everything, as they precisely pounced on the four God's Knights who were harassing them from a distance.
Flames raged around their bodies, the intense heat piercing through their divine protection. Large areas of their flesh festered, their blood and flesh charred black, and their bones exposed. They were instantly brought to the brink of death.
A searing, excruciating pain swept through my entire body, causing it to convulse uncontrollably.
The dark power of the Deep-Sea Contract surged once more, and its strange self-healing ability rapidly repaired its damaged body, with festering flesh quickly regenerating and charred bones restoring.
Within a few breaths, the four men were completely healed and appeared to be unharmed.
But the chill had already seeped deep into Saint Saturn's bones.
They uncovered a terrifying truth: Madara Uchiha's strength was constantly pushing the boundaries, far exceeding everyone's expectations.
What's even more terrifying is that the other party seems to have touched upon the Origin weakness of the Deep-Sea Contract, but is currently unwilling to completely annihilate them.
Fear, apprehension, and unease enveloped the four God's Knights.
The four tacitly withdrew all their aggressive attacks, retaining only the weakest and safest long-range containment, becoming bystanders on the edge of the battlefield, no longer daring to provoke that heaven-scorching, earth-devouring Asura.
In the center of the battlefield, the fight resumed, this time between Madara and Garp in a one-on-one duel.
Garp knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he burned away all his life's cultivation and peak Haki.
His punches grew increasingly ferocious and powerful, each strike carrying the force to shatter an era. He continued his relentless assault, clinging on relentlessly, trying to force Madara to unleash his full power and reveal a single weakness.
No matter how fierce the attack, Madara always responded calmly.
With each swing of the Susanoo Blade, offense and defense were flawless, and advances and retreats were perfectly measured.
Occasionally, a single raised hand with a slash could send Garp staggering backward, his blood churning.
After several back-and-forth battles, Ban completely lost patience with playing along.
He didn't want to waste any more time continuing this battle, which was also plagued by mosquitoes.
Suddenly, the air pressure in the entire airspace plummeted.
Madara Uchiha stood between Susanoo's eyebrows. His originally indifferent scarlet pupils suddenly swelled into an eerie and extreme Mangekyo Sharingan pattern. Blood-red light filled the sky and earth. His pupil power, capable of tearing apart the soul, instantly locked onto the edge of the battlefield, where Rimosie F. Saint Killingham was still clinging to a sliver of hope.
Saint Killingham was the one among the four who was least willing to back down and was determined to save face for the gods.
He witnessed Saint Saturn being beheaded and then resurrected, personally endured the scorching heat of the Flame Dragon, and repeatedly saw Madara dominate the entire arena.
Fear had long accumulated in their hearts, yet they still clung to their centuries-old pride and obsession, refusing to retreat completely.
He secretly felt lucky: he had maintained the furthest possible distance to keep his distance and never got close.
No matter how strong the opponent is, they can't simply obliterate the God's Knights who bears the Deep-Sea Contract through the void.
But the moment those scarlet, eerie Mangekyo Sharingan eyes locked onto him, Saint Killingham's blood froze instantly.
Without warning, without any buffer, an absolute fear originating from the depths of his soul engulfed all his thoughts.
This is not fear of the strong, but the instinctive despair that arises when a lower being faces judgment.
The Observation Haki shattered and froze instantly.
His entire body was stiff and tense. His body, which had been flying freely in the air, suddenly froze. His limbs were stiff, his fingertips trembled incessantly, and he could not even mobilize a trace of divine power.
It felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing and crushing my soul; excruciating pain and suffocation coursed through my entire body, my scalp was chapped, and my consciousness was on the verge of madness.
He finally realized that from beginning to end, he was not fighting a powerful opponent, but rather challenging a demon who could do as he pleased and control life and death.
The shadow of death had never felt so real; the myth of immortality, built over centuries, was shattered in that instant.
"No--!!!"
Overwhelmed by extreme fear, Saint Killingham could no longer maintain his divine indifference and arrogance. His heart-wrenching, desperate roar echoed through the sky. His voice was distorted, hoarse, and trembling, filled with boundless resentment and terror.
"I am God's Knights! I bear the Deep-Sea Immortal Contract!! What right do you have—!!"
He exerted all his remaining power to break free from the Dōjutsu's restraints, activate the premonition shield of the Deep-Sea Contract, and desperately escape this death-locked airspace.
But it was all in vain.
Mangekyo Sharingan's mental confinement was domineering and unsolvable; his soul was nailed to the spot, all the flow of power was frozen, and he could not even move an inch.
He could only stand frozen in place, watching helplessly as the Asura indifferently looked down at him, watching the blade that would end everything slowly rise.
Despair, like a bottomless abyss, completely overwhelmed his mind and body.
He was unwilling, extremely unwilling!
For hundreds of years, it has guarded the heavens, witnessed the world's changes, and seen countless overlords rise and fall.
Even Rocks himself couldn't take their lives back then, but now they're going to die in this inconspicuous sea, at the hands of a foreign warrior!
The fall of immortal gods and the myth of the invincible Deep-Sea Contract are about to shatter.
He didn't even have a chance to fight to the death; he could only wait to be killed by the enemy!
"I refuse to accept this! Madara Uchiha! I will never give up!!!"
A mournful wail echoed high in the sky, carrying shattered dignity and a final madness, resounding tragically among the clouds.
This was the first time in hundreds of years that the God's Knights had uttered such a pathetic, desperate, and dying cry.
But all the roars, resentment, and struggles, to Madara Uchiha, were nothing more than the final clamor of ants.
Ban, high above, indifferently surveyed the trembling, collapsing figures. His cold, arrogant voice drowned out all the wails, echoing throughout the entire battlefield:
"Let's end this game of pretend."
"I have no interest in wasting my time with a bunch of ants."
As soon as the words were spoken, the judgment began.
The Complete Susanoo jet-black Tachi high, and a terrifying blade of light that swept across the heavens and earth slowly condensed into shape, carrying the ultimate power to cut through all things and obliterate existence, and swept across the void with a horizontal slash!
There was no explosion, no roar, no blood and flesh flying, and no debris left behind.
The final, desperate wail of the Saint Killingham abruptly ceased.
The airspace where he was located instantly became absolute emptiness.
The divine body, burdened with an eight-hundred-year-old Deep-Sea Contract, was completely wiped out from its very source by this single strike, its soul and spirit annihilated, its very existence erased.
The most terrifying thing is that the Deep-Sea Contract, which has always been infallible and capable of reviving everything, is now completely silent, without a trace of power surging, and can no longer awaken this fallen knight.