CH 143. Nearing the End.

Altera:

Noble Phantasm: "I treasure life, but I will destroy that civilization! Photon Ray!"

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Today's meme is here. [ ]

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what happened with power stones on Monday they were around 101 and after two days they were yet to even cross 210.

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The battlefield was a scene of chaos and carnage, a testament to Zelos's wrath and power. The ground was slick with icy gore, the remnants of demons frozen and shattered by his icy onslaught. Zelos stood amidst the destruction, a harbinger of death and frost, his chest heaving with intensity of battle.

And then there was this. As the battlefield became shrouded in a surreal darkness, an ominous rain began to fall. But these were no ordinary raindrops; they were pitch-black feathers, descending from the sky like harbingers of doom. Each feather was a weapon in its own right, sharp and lethal, capable of cutting through flesh and armor with an ease that defied comprehension.

The air crackled with an eerie energy as the feathers found their targets, piercing through demon flesh and armor as if they were made of paper. The demons' agonized screams filled the air as they fell, their bodies punctured by the relentless onslaught. It was a sight of pure chaos and carnage, a rain of darkness that left a trail of destruction in its wake.

And amidst this chaotic downpour stood a figure of malevolent beauty—a man with wings of pure darkness, like a fallen angel descending from the abyss. His name was Run, a being whose very presence struck fear into the hearts of demons. His eyes burned with a cold fire, a reflection of his unwavering devotion to his lord and his willingness to punish those who defied him.

With swift and graceful movement, Run plucked two primary feathers from each of his wings. These feathers were not just for show; they were weapons, and he wielded them with deadly precision. Through manipulation of their nature, he transformed them into swords, blades of pure darkness that seemed to drink in the very light around them.

As Run moved, his wings unfurled with a sweeping motion, casting an even deeper shadow over the battlefield. The feathers-turned-swords danced through the air, each strike a testament to his skill and power. Demons who dared to oppose him found themselves defenseless against his onslaught. The feathers sliced through armor as if it were butter, their edges honed to a level of sharpness that defied the laws of reality.

The sound of impact was both haunting and mesmerizing—a symphony of death and destruction, the clash of feathers against demon flesh and metal. With every strike, Run's resolve grew stronger, his determination to carry out his lord's will evident in the intensity of his attacks.

The demons fell one by one, their bodies torn and mangled by the merciless assault. Blood mingled with the darkness of the feathers, creating a macabre tableau of gore. Limbs were severed, armor shattered, and bodies left in tatters, all at the hands of this avenging angel of darkness.

As the rain of feathers continued, the battlefield  transformed into a nightmarish landscape. Run stood at its center, his wings outstretched, his eyes ablaze with a malevolent light. He was a force of destruction, a harbinger of doom, a fallen angel who had forsaken his own humanity in the pursuit of vengeance.

The ground was littered with the demons, a testament to the power of his wrath and the price of defying his lord. The rain of pitch-black feathers had yet ceased, as demons kept comming. 

In the heart of the mire, where the air was thick with the stench of decay and the ground squelched beneath every step, an assembly of creatures emerged as a formidable force against the relentless tide of demons. At the forefront was Casaka, the Ruler of the Swamp, a massive snake with a scaly body that glistened with an ominous gleam. Poison dripped from its fangs, and with each strike, it unleashed deadly venom upon the demon horde, causing flesh to wither and rot.

Beside Casaka, the Black Gorilla Grimhand stood tall, his immense form a testament to his raw power. His skin was as hard as iron, providing him with natural armor that deflected even the sharpest of demon claws. His fists were like sledgehammers, crashing down upon demons and leaving trails of devastation in his wake. Grimhand's combat prowess was unparalleled, his well-versed skills in battle allowing him to tear through demons with brutal efficiency.

Arrayed around them were a menagerie of monstrous allies, each one contributing their unique abilities to the chaotic battlefield. Giant Rats, their teeth gnashing with hunger, swarmed over demons, tearing through flesh and bone with relentless ferocity. Bloodthirsty Bats swooped down from the skies, their talons raking across demon flesh and leaving behind trails of crimson.

Primate Long Arm Apes swung from demon to demon, their powerful arms delivering bone-crushing blows to any demon foolish enough to cross their path. Lynx Lions pounced upon their prey, their sharp claws leaving deep gashes that oozed with blood. Huge Apes and Wolves charged into the fray, their sheer size and strength overwhelming the demons.

Dire Saber Tooth Tigers leaped into battle, their razor-sharp teeth sinking into demon flesh and ripping it apart. Poison-fanged Giant Sand Centipedes 1,2,3,4,5 slithered through the mud, their venomous bites inducing agony and paralysis in their victims. Amidst this chaos, Zero, a warrior clad in light armor and wielding a uchikata and shield, stood his ground. His every strike was calculated, his shield providing a formidable defense against demon attacks.

As the battle raged on, Casaka's poison attacks caused demons to writhe in agony, their bodies contorting and convulsing before succumbing to death. Grimhand's iron-hard fists shattered demon skulls, his roars sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The various creatures that surrounded them fought with a savage determination, their attacks leaving trails of blood and gore in their wake.

Amidst the cacophony of battle, the shadow soldiers fought with an unwavering resolve, their pitch-black forms blending seamlessly into the darkness. They were not merely soldiers; they were a force to be reckoned with, an assembly of ferocious creatures united by their lord's command. Each swing of a weapon, each strike of a claw, each bite of a fang contributed to the symphony of destruction that unfolded on the battlefield.

And as the demon horde fell beneath the onslaught of Casaka, Grimhand, Zero, and their monstrous allies, the swamp became a sea of carnage. Blood seeped into the mud, mingling with the muck and filth as the shadow soldiers continued to fight, undeterred by the gruesome scene around them. In their pitch-black forms, they were both the harbinger of doom for the demons.

Then there was one of the most deadly person in the field. Amidst the chaos of battle, Telo stood with his fellow shadow soldiers, a silent predator amidst the frenzy of violence. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent intent as he tapped into the power of Shambhala, the Teigu embedded within his chest. Spatial manipulation flowed through his veins, granting him mastery over the very fabric of reality itself.

With a thought, Telo activated his teleportation mark, his body vanishing in an instant. Reappearing in mid-air above a group of unsuspecting demons, he brought them with him. Their startled screams filled the air as they plummeted from the sky, their faces contorted in terror. In a macabre ballet, Telo released his grip on them, watching with cold satisfaction as their bodies crashed into the ground below, leaving twisted, lifeless forms in their wake.

Teleporting once again, Telo reappeared amidst another cluster of demons. This time, he exploited his power with ruthless creativity. With a flicker of his wrist, he teleported half of their bodies away, leaving behind severed limbs and gaping torsos. Blood sprayed in all directions, staining the battlefield in a gruesome tapestry of death.

In a fluid motion, Telo activated his Teigu again, causing objects from the vicinity to vanish and reappear within the bodies of his victims. Glass shards, metal spikes, and debris became deadly projectiles, piercing through demon flesh with brutal efficiency. The ground was littered with the remnants of his grisly work, a testament to the carnage he wrought.

But Telo's ingenuity did not end there. He envisioned a massive object above his foes, manipulating space to bring it crashing down. The ground shook as a massive boulder appeared out of thin air, hurtling towards the unsuspecting demons. Their futile cries echoed through the air as the boulder crushed them, leaving behind only shattered remnants and crimson stains.

Even as the battlefield around him erupted in chaos, Telo remained an island of calculated destruction. His teleportation marks became gateways to death, each flash of movement heralding the demise of another demon. His power was a symphony of violence, a dance of death conducted with a cold and unrelenting precision.

Telo's regenerative abilities, an unlimited source of energy if as a shadow soldier, allowed him to revel in this macabre ballet without concern for his own safety. He was a reaper, a harbinger of doom who manipulated space and time to orchestrate the demise of his enemies. With every teleportation mark he activated, with every flicker of his power, he etched a legacy of brutality upon the battlefield.

As the battle raged on, Telo's lethal dance continued unabated. His enemies fell before him, victims of his mastery over space itself. With every life he snuffed out, he reinforced his reputation as a relentless and merciless killer, a force to be reckoned with in the shadow soldier ranks. And amidst the carnage, amidst the gore and destruction, Telo's dark power stood as a testament to the horrors that could be unleashed when a mind of twisted creativity was combined with the gift of spatial manipulation.

On the battlefield, Aella stood as a vision of deadly elegance, her appearance a striking fusion of grace and lethality. Her twin serpent tails coiled beneath her, giving her a unique and mesmerizing presence. With her shield and spear in hand, and a magical bow strapped to her back, she embodied the essence of a warrior-ranger, ready to strike down any demon foolish enough to cross her path.

With a fluid motion, Aella notched an elemental arrow onto her bowstring. The air crackled with energy as she drew the string taut, her movements swift and precise. Her eyes locked onto her targets, a group of demons that dared to approach. Without a moment's hesitation, she released the arrow, and it soared through the air like a streak of lightning.

The arrow struck its mark with pinpoint accuracy, unleashing a burst of elemental magic upon impact. Demons of various ranks, from lowly grunts to formidable knights, fell under the deadly effects of her arrows. Their howls of agony filled the air as they were consumed by flames, frozen, Shocked, burnt, in place, or electrocuted by the elemental onslaught. Aella's skill with her bow was evident in the way she selected her targets and dispatched them with ruthless efficiency.

Beside her, two ice elf archers joined the fray, their arrows imbued with icy magic. The battlefield became a symphony of death as arrows whistled through the air, each shot finding its mark with chilling accuracy. The demons' cries of pain were drowned out by the freezing winds that followed the impact of the ice arrows.

Despite the chaos of battle, Aella remained a picture of poise and concentration. Her movements were fluid, her shots calculated, and her aim unerring. She shifted gracefully between firing arrows and using her shield and spear to ward off any demons that came too close. The dance of battle seemed second nature to her, a deadly art form that she had mastered through countless battles.

Her beauty was undeniable, but it was her deadly skill that truly captivated those who witnessed her in action. Her arrows found weak points in demon armor, her shots struck with lethal precision, and her every movement flowed seamlessly into the next. She was a symphony of death and grace, a testament to the prowess of the shadow soldiers who fought alongside her.

As the battle raged on, Aella's elemental arrows continued to rain down upon the demon horde. Fire, Ice, Water, Earth, Lightning and dark were just some of the elements that were fused with arrows that she rained down upon the demons. 

Each arrow she loosed was a testament to her mastery of both her weapons and the magic that infused them. And as the ground around her became littered with the fallen, Aella's presence remained a beacon of hope for her fellow shadow soldiers, a reminder that even amidst the darkest of battles, beauty and skill could still prevail.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, a trio of monstrous beings stood united, their unique forms serving as both a shield and a weapon against the encroaching demon horde. Croc, a formidable hybrid of crocodile and Lizardman, towered over the fray. His appearance evoked a sense of primal power, resembling a larger and more menacing version of the infamous Killer Croc. The crocodile side of him lent him incredible defense, his scaled skin providing a natural armor against the demon's onslaught. With a heavy sword gripped firmly in his scaly hand, he swung it with brutal efficiency, each strike cleaving through flesh and bone.

Beside Croc stood Vazl, a Manticore of fearsome visage. His form was a testament to the melding of man, scorpion, and wolf. His body bore the fierce strength of all three creatures, his muscles rippling beneath his fur-covered skin. The deadly barb of his scorpion tail twitched with anticipation, and his eyes glowed with a predatory hunger. With a roar that sent tremors through the battlefield, Vazl pounced upon the demons, his claws and fangs tearing through their ranks with terrifying ease. The wickedly sharp barb of his tail struck true, injecting lethal venom into any demon unfortunate enough to cross his path.

And then there was Zink, a Displacer Beast unlike any other. Its ability to manipulate light made it a phantom on the battlefield, appearing to be several feet from its true location. Its sleek form, covered in blue-black fur, seemed to waver in and out of existence as it moved. The six legs that propelled it forward were agile and deadly, each step a blur of motion. Two tentacles, tipped with spiky protrusions, sprouted from its shoulders, ready to ensnare and tear apart any demon that dared approach. The malevolent glow in its eyes matched the darkness of its fur, giving it an eerie and unsettling aura.

As the demon horde closed in, these three monstrous beings unleashed their fury upon them. Croc's heavy sword swung with brutal precision, carving through demons like a scythe through wheat. Vazl's claws and fangs were like a whirlwind of death, each strike a symphony of savagery. Zink's tentacles lashed out with lightning speed, their spiky pads tearing into flesh and rending it asunder. And with each attack, the demons fell, their bodies mangled and broken, their cries of pain and terror echoing through the battlefield.

Amidst the bloodshed and chaos, Croc, Vazl, and Zink fought as a united force, their distinct forms and abilities combining to create a symphony of destruction. They were the embodiment of primal power, a force to be reckoned with, and the demons that faced them knew the terror of facing creatures born from nightmares. With every swing of their weapons, every strike of their claws, and every lash of their tentacles, they carved a path of carnage through the enemy ranks, a testament to the indomitable strength and ferocity of the shadow soldiers who fought for their lord.

In the heart of the battlefield, a monstrous assembly of creatures surged forward, each one embodying a unique blend of power and ferocity. Arachne, the Half-Spider half-woman, led the charge with her eight spider legs propelling her with uncanny speed. Her upper body was that of a woman, but her lower half was a spider's abdomen, allowing her to weave intricate threads of magic. As she moved, she cast webs that ensnared demons, leaving them helpless as she delivered fatal strikes with her sharp venomous fangs from lower body.

Beside her, the Mutated Cosmina roared, his lion-like form enhanced by the shadow's embrace. Her wings unfurled, casting a shadow over the battlefield as he soared through the air. With every flap of her wings, gusts of wind blew demons away, and her roar sent shockwaves that shattered their ranks.

The Water Serpent coiled and writhed, its laser water dragon form twisting and contorting as it released powerful jets of water infused with energy. Its scales gleamed with a watery light as the liquid energy tore through demons, reducing them to nothingness with every strike. The Pterodactyl's massive wingspan cast shadows over the battlefield, its beak-like mouth unleashing streams of searing fire upon its enemies. Its claws and tail lashed out, delivering deadly blows to demons unfortunate enough to be in its path.

Springer, the cold-climate lizard, darted forward with agility and speed. Its black-plated head and scaly skin glistened in the dim light, and its amber eyes glinted with predatory focus. Land Tiger, with blades for claws, tore through demons with ferocity, leaving behind a trail of mangled bodies. The Wyvern, pitch-black and winged, swooped down upon demons, its wings creating shockwaves with every beat as it delivered crushing blows.

Jackaleo's horns glinted in the darkness as it prowled the battlefield, its lion-like mane flowing behind it. Its three red eyes blazed with a malevolent fire as it lunged at demons, tearing through their ranks with ruthless precision. Torikupusu charged forward with its horned body, a formidable mass that plowed through demons with brute force.

In the midst of the chaos, these former danger beasts fought with a synchronicity that spoke of their newfound unity. Their attacks were calculated, their movements precise, and their power overwhelming. With each strike, they left behind a trail of devastation, demons falling before their onslaught.

As the battle raged on, blood soaked the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of death. But amid the carnage, the shadow soldiers fought on, their forms illuminated by the fury of combat. Arachne's venomous fangs sank into demon flesh, the Mutated Cosmina's wings sent demons hurtling through the air, and the Water Serpent's jets of energy obliterated everything in their path.

Springer's agile form weaved through the fray, Land Tiger's claws sliced through demon armor, and Wyvern's wings created gusts that threw demons off balance. Jackaleo's horns impaled demons, Torikupusu's charging form crushed them, and the Pterodactyl's fire consumed them.

In the end, the battlefield was a landscape of destruction, demons shattered and broken, their bodies scattered like leaves in the wind. And as the shadow soldiers stood among the wreckage, but even then the battle was far from over as more armies of hell's arrive but still were a testament to the unstoppable force that Jin had gathered.

Amidst the chaos of battle, a fearsome assembly of warriors emerged, each bearing the legacy of their Teigu, their very souls infused with power beyond human comprehension. Lubbock, with his Teigu Cross Tail, swung the threads of his weapon with unparalleled finesse, entangling demons and cutting them down with precision. Beside him, Leone's form transformed into the mighty King of Beasts, Lionelle. Her mane billowed like fire as she pounced upon demons, her claws tearing through their flesh with deadly grace.

Sheele's Teigu, Cutter of Creation: Extase, manifested as twin blades that carved through the enemy ranks like a dance of death. Mez and Dr. Stylish utilized their Teigus to manipulate shadows and chemicals, their attacks leaving demons writhing in agony. Ibara's deadly whip lashed out, while Zank's brute strength crushed demons beneath his iron fists. Gozuki and Rokugou fought with a synchronized rhythm, their Teigus enhancing their combat prowess to devastating effect.

Dorothea's Teigu, Chaos Throw: Big Leaguer, turned mundane objects into lethal projectiles, each toss ending in a deadly strike. Cosmina and Sabatini's combined efforts sent shockwaves through the battlefield, unleashing raw energy that obliterated demons in their path. Dangan's Teigu, L'Arc Qui Ne Faut, was a beacon of destruction, arrows of energy piercing through demon bodies.

Nouken's swift strikes left demons disoriented, while Shihandai's precise blows incapacitated them. Cornelia and Poney's Teigus channeled elemental forces, ice and fire devastating their foes. Tsukushi's mastery of her Teigu allowed her to manipulate her surroundings to her advantage, creating deadly traps for her enemies.

Wave's Teigu Carnage Incarnate: Grand Chariot, transformed him into a whirlwind of destruction, his massive weapon cleaving through demons with a single swing. Bols unleashed the fiery power of Purgatory's Invitation: Rubicante, immolating demons with flames that seemed to consume their very souls. Squirtle's mastery of Water Dragon Possession: Black Marlin summoned torrents of water that drowned demons in an instant.

Each warrior, once a mere inhabitant of the Akame Ga Kill world, had been transformed into a living weapon, their talents and Teigus melding into a symphony of destruction. As they fought, blood splattered the ground, and the cries of demons mingled with the clash of steel. But through it all, the shadow soldiers stood firm, their resolve unwavering.

Their forms were a tapestry of violence, Lubbock's threads entangling demons, Leone's feral attacks ripping them apart. Sheele's blades danced in deadly arcs, Mez's shadows ensnaring them, and Dorothea's projectiles obliterating them. Cosmina and Sabatini's energy sent shockwaves, Nouken's swift strikes disoriented, and Shihandai's precise blows incapacitated. Wave's weapon cleaved, Bols' flames consumed, and Squirtle's waters drowned.

The battlefield was a canvas of carnage, demons falling like leaves in a storm. And as the shadow soldiers pressed on, their forms smeared with blood, their eyes gleamed with unwavering determination. In the midst of the gore and chaos, they fought as one, a force to be reckoned with, for they were the embodiment of power forged through experience, strength, and a shared purpose.