"Kill!!!"
Their furious, roaring cries overwhelmed all reason.
Huge figures swept past the trembling figure standing in the middle of the battlefield with his blade drawn, charging at the black-robed figure in the center from every direction.
At that moment.
It was as though all their pride and fear had been mercilessly crushed the instant that boy appeared.
The flames of war were kindled once more.
Only this time.
Those who dared to charge forward no longer chose to retreat.
One Origin after another was blasted back and suppressed by Lynn's merciless laws, but they climbed to their feet again, brimming with fury and madness, and charged at that figure once more.
Had thousands of years of suppression in Hell robbed you of the courage and fighting spirit to face a powerful foe?!
Had decay, old age, and resignation to your fate made you forget the passion that once filled you when you stood tall in the Main Universe?!
Above their heads were the Colors of Chaos, who had imprisoned them all their lives.
Their home was that land of despair and calamity, on the verge of being brought to its apocalypse.
Which of those was not stronger than him?!
Which was not so utterly hopeless that they could not even bear to face it?!
"Kill!!"
Killing intent and fighting spirit set the entire battlefield ablaze.
Everyone in Dark Night City trembled as they watched this scene, watching these ancient Origins from across Hell.
The fallen Fallen climbed to their feet, dazed and bewildered, staring at a spectacle that had never been seen even in the Main Universe.
It was like that ancient past.
In that age of the Old Gods, now so distant it had almost been forgotten.
There seemed to have once been such a band of deities,