The sea within Nibelungen alternated between freezing into solid ice and erupting into scorching flames.
Amid the clash of ice and fire, the entire world constantly shifted colors.
The scene in the sky was just as outrageous.
As far as the eye could see,
there were Tailed Beast Bombs exploding in chains like missiles, along with Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosions that cleaved dozens of miles at a stroke.
Ultraman Cosmos, who had previously left everyone's jaws on the floor,
could now only dart around firing Full Moon Waves as a peacemaker.
Yet everyone continued fighting fiercely, the aftermath of battle raising landslides and tsunamis.
The vast Nibelungen shook without pause, on the verge of collapse at any moment.
And the Black King, fought over at the center of the battlefield, had it even worse.
Its strength was not to be underestimated either.
Odin had cultivated it in the Arctic Ocean for years, and the sea was its hunting ground.
Although it had not yet fully matured and had not developed intelligence,
it was still the Black King, with Nidhogg's blood flowing through its veins.
If it wished, it could even create multiple Crowned Dragon Clans at the Dragon King level.
Yet despite being so powerful,
the Black King could only howl and thrash amid the overlapping ice and fire.
Even after it unleashed the High-Risk Word Spirit—Nine Infants,
a single passing Tailed Beast Bomb
sent it blasting out of the sea and into the sky, leaving it flailing about covered in wounds.
Amid the chaotic melee, the Black King gradually became barely alive.
No one noticed that Pompeii, who had remained on the shore, had somehow transformed into a deity clad in dark golden armor, a blue cloak billowing behind him.
He took a single step and charged straight toward