Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 1251: Dissolve [Super Gift Bonus Chapter]

Azaron stood speechless. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t new to these types of abilities, as many people possessed transformation-type abilities. But at that moment, his entire body was screaming at him to run, to get the fuck out of that place.

His very existence told him that right now, with the power he was displaying, the only thing he could do was get on his knees and present his head.

And his instincts weren’t wrong. Azazel now stood on an entirely different plane of existence than before. He could move freely, see into the future whenever he wanted, and determine how far ahead he wished to look, provided he had sufficient Astra Energy.

And the maddening part? Even in this form, where he was already stronger than Azaron, the second effect of his ability, which allowed him to gain increased physical prowess the more destruction he caused, still applied.

Azaron remained silent for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, gradually turning into a grin. He settled into a stance as he prepared to welcome his friend’s attack. He wanted to see just how ridiculously powerful this man had become during the time they hadn’t seen each other.

"It’s futile, my best friend."

Azazel stated as he raised a clawed finger, then lazily swiped it across the air with a tired sigh.

The moment he did, Azaron’s Void Enhancement collapsed as a deep diagonal wound instantly tore through his body, running from his shoulder down to his waist.

Azaron’s eyes widened, as he hadn’t even seen the attack coming. He immediately shot backwards, his Light Affinity coming alive as he healed himself. After all, Azazel hadn’t used Destructive Energy this time.

And it went without saying that the potency and destructive capabilities of Destructive Energy had also increased.

"Just give up, Azaron."

Azazel’s voice came from behind Azaron, as he had already arrived at his location before the man could react.

He swiped a single clawed finger across the air once more, and this time, Azaron lost his right hand, Ender clattering to the ground before immediately vanishing from its position.

Azaron held the stump on his shoulder as blood poured from the wound. He couldn’t heal it this time, as Azazel had used Destructive Energy.

Azaron’s smile never left his face. He came to a stop, unbothered by his injury, as he knew he couldn’t die from something as relatively mild as losing an arm.

"I don’t know if this is the appropriate time to say congratulations."

Azaron spoke with a weak smile as he raised his head to meet his towering friend’s reptilian gaze.

"I didn’t think you would congratulate me on my victory this easily. After all, I know how much pride you take in your strength."

Azazel stated, a little surprised, as he had thought that Azaron would put up more of a fight before acknowledging the current gap between them.

Azaron shook his head with a smile as he replied.

"You misunderstand, Azazel. I’m simply congratulating you on reaching this level and unlocking a fifth effect."

He paused for a moment, then continued coolly.

"As for congratulating you on winning this round, I’ll hold off on that for now."

He stated with finality, never once breaking eye contact.

Azazel, who was still in his Lycan Form, was about to call Azaron a sore loser when Azaron spoke.

"One With Nebula."

The moment those words echoed across the planet, time paused for a moment as the sky began to churn and turn pitch-black, transforming into a literal Nebula. Azaron’s figure began to ascend into the air ever so slowly. The moment he reached a certain height, the Nebula in the sky descended.

It collapsed upon his body, its power pouring into him. Countless stars spiralled into his chest, dissolving his human form as cosmic gases replaced his flesh and bones. The next moment, a Void-tearing power burst out from his body in a black wave, unleashing total darkness as every photon and source of light was erased.

The next second, light returned, and reality returned to normal. And there, in the sky, stood an entirely different existence.

Azaron now floated with black hair, his entire body made of Nebula itself. Within his Nebula body, stars shone and swirled around, while various cosmic gases could be seen drifting through him. His eyes blazed white, containing entire stars instead of ordinary pupils.

He had become One with Nebula.

Azaron had stolen this idea from Asher, Arianna, Acker, and Isaac. With everyone possessing some form of power-up transformation, the man had simply trained and created one of his own.

And being the ridiculous existence he was, the one called The One Above All, he had already perfected his own transformation and didn’t need to upgrade or train it any further.

He was simply that outrageous.

His blazing white eyes shifted towards his best friend. Without a word, he vanished from where he stood, his body coming to a stop before Azazel as he floated face-to-face with the man.

Azazel was stunned. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. However, his senses couldn’t detect any sort of power emanating from the current Azaron. He activated his animalistic instincts, yet he saw nothing.

Without missing a beat, he attacked, unwilling to grant Azaron any opening. But before his massive arm could close the distance, it was instantly blown off at the shoulder.

His reptilian eyes widened in pure shock. But before he could do anything else, Azaron’s palm struck his chest. His bones cracked beneath the impact, sending him flying backwards like a discarded ragdoll, his body ricocheting across the ground until he finally came to a stop, landing on all fours as he skidded backwards, his claws tearing trenches into the earth.

His head snapped upwards, but all he saw was nothing. His animalistic instincts flickered, and his eyes immediately snapped upwards within their sockets.

And standing on his head was the Void itself, simply gazing down at him. Azaron stood with his hands behind his back.

"Kneel."

A single word. A single syllable. Nothing more.

The Void had issued its command, and everything else had to obey.

Azazel couldn’t help but frown as his body began to obey. He tried to control his own movements, but it was impossible. He refused to lose like this.

His Destructive Energy surged, then exploded upwards, racing towards Azaron’s position. Azaron didn’t move. He simply stared at the incoming attack and spoke.

"Dissolve."

At his command, the Destructive Energy vanished as though it had never existed in the first place.

Azaron and Azazel stared at each other.

One kneeling, the other standing. One a Lycan, the other the Void.

"Acknowledge your defeat, Azazel. I don’t want to push this any further."

Azaron stated, as he didn’t want to bully his friend.

After a moment of silence, Azazel sighed, then, with a thought, dismissed his Animalistic Transformation and acknowledged his loss. There was simply nothing else he could do.

Seeing Azazel revert to normal, Azaron vanished from his position. Landing on the ground, he also undid his own transformation. His golden hair and golden eyes appeared once more, making him look more like a human again.

And with that, the battle between The One Above All and The Black Disaster ended with a victory for The One Above All.

Their drawing streak had finally come to an end, as Azaron remained undefeated across all battlefields.

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