"You're asking for death!"
The Oblivion Ancient God's roar was like a dark supernova exploding at the heart of the Dimension Core, its shock wave carrying a million years of pent-up rage and killing intent.
As Lord of the Hell beneath his feet, his consciousness was, to a degree, the will of the Hell Dimension itself. In his fury, he shook the entire sky of Amenth Hell until cracks spread across it.
The infernal pressure he had never fully unleashed poured out without restraint.
The black sky over the entire Hell collapsed downward. Hell Magic Energy, so thick it was almost liquid, surged from cracks in the earth, volcanic canyons, and dimensional abysses.
At the same time, countless Hell Law Chains, black as ink, formed around the Oblivion Ancient God's true body.
Each chain weighed more than a star and was steeped in ten million years of decay and oblivion. They stretched across heaven and earth, filling every inch of visible space.
With power enough to grind every living being in a Single Universe—and every trace of their existence—into nothing, they converged on Russell from all directions like ten million world-ending pythons.
Where the chains passed, space shattered into dark, powder-like fragments. Hell Magic Energy was annihilated into the finest void dust, and even the pitiful scraps of souls drifting through Hell were crushed without a trace.
This attack from the Oblivion Ancient God was overwhelming. It left no room to dodge or defend.
The Oblivion Ancient God was certain this strike would wipe out Russell and every Mutant behind him.
The foremost dark edges of those countless chains closed in on Russell.
Hum!
More than a hundred golden figures stepped forward at once.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without a moment's hesitation or panic, as precise as if they