Chapter 204: Battle Of Saints
Capital Durban, Skadi Empire.
"Young Emperor, urgent news! Earth’s forces are sweeping through their neighbors like wildfire. The front lines crumble, and our army is still two days away from reaching the border," the eunuch’s voice quavered as he prostrated before the throne.
Silence fell upon the grand hall.
The Little Emperor’s eyes opened slowly — eyes that had seen the birth and death of stars.
Bang!
The throne’s armrest shattered into powder beneath his hand, fragments scattering across the marble floor.
"A mortal dares challenge the mandate of my rule?" His voice rolled like distant thunder, cold and absolute. "I have ruled across epochs, watched civilizations rise and vanish into dust, and yet this insect believes himself worthy of my gaze."
The eunuch pressed his forehead to the ground, heart pounding as the oppressive weight of the emperor’s presence seemed to smother the air itself.
"Summon the Twin Saints of Destruction and Creation," the emperor commanded, his tone devoid of mercy. "Let the world witness what becomes of those who defy the will of this Supreme. Bring me Igaris Vance... and should his corpse be all that remains, so be it."
The eunuch’s frail body trembled, for the very mention of the Twin Saints of Destruction and Creation carried a weight that could crush nations. They were living calamities, spoken of in half-forgotten scriptures and feared by generations who had never seen them, only heard the legends.
"At once, Your Majesty," he whispered, backing away with slow, measured steps, afraid that the slightest noise would provoke another outburst.
The Little Emperor’s gaze lingered on the vast murals that decorated the throne hall as if depictions of him standing above celestial armies, surrounded by the burning ruins of stars. His small hands clenched into fists, veins bulging against delicate skin that hid an unfathomable strength.
"An insect that crawled out of the dirt dares to build a throne beside mine," he muttered, his voice cold enough to freeze suns. "I will remind the world why the Skadi Empire still reigns without question. I will grind his ambition into dust, and the dust into nothingness."
Outside the palace, the skies over the Durban capital turned crimson. A ringing hum spread through the air, echoing across the continent, as two colossal figures began to take form within the horizon — one cloaked in endless shadows, the other glowing with blinding radiance. The people knew without needing to be told: The Twin Saints had been summoned.
The air grew heavier, the Orca groaned beneath their presence, and kingdoms far away felt the ripple of power like a storm at their borders.
In that moment, the Emperor did not see Igaris as a man. He saw him as prey.
On the other side, after conquering the five allied states, Igaris set his target on the ones who refused his invitation.
One by their World crumbled and conquerored under Overlord Igaris’ might.
Days turned to weeks as the Overlord’s banners spread across the worlds.
One world after another fell, their defenses crumbling before his inexorable advance. Resistance became surrender, surrender became allegiance.
Until this day.
The Heavens themselves groaned.
Rumble.
The air above the fleet thickened, as if reality were straining to hold back something vast and terrible. A crimson aurora bled across the void, clashing with streaks of blinding gold. The mana currents writhed violently, buffeting even the Disaster-class battleships.
On every deck, soldiers froze mid-step. Even the most battle-hardened of them found their breathing shallow. A primal instinct, buried in the bones of every living thing, screamed of an apex predator’s arrival.
From the rift that tore open before them, two silhouettes emerged — vast beyond measure.
One was wreathed in an eternal night that devoured light itself, the shape of their armor shifting like a shadow that had learned to breathe. The other burned with a radiance so pure it was agony to look upon, every movement leaving trails of molten brilliance.
The Twin Saints of Destruction and Creation had arrived.
And in the command chamber of his flagship, Igaris rose slowly from his seat, eyes narrowing, the reflection of both Saints flickering in his gaze.
"So, They’ve finally sent those two to kill me? How interesting..."
The void between the fleets shuddered.
The Saints took a single step, and space folded. One heartbeat they were a dozen kilometers away—untouchable giants framed by rift-born light—and in the next, they stood before Igaris’ armada as if the intervening distance had never existed.
The Saint of Creation raised his hand. The gesture was serene, almost gentle—yet an ocean of golden light surged outward, swallowing entire squadrons. Steel hulls groaned and blossomed into molten slag, drifting apart like petals in a storm. Those caught within the radiance did not scream; they were simply undone, erased so completely that no trace of them remained in the records of reality.
The Saint of Destruction moved next. His presence was a wound in the universe, devouring color, heat, and hope. A wave of midnight poured from his outstretched palm, and the flagship’s outer escort vanished into absolute silence, their matter collapsing into a singularity before winking out entirely.
On the bridge, alarms shrieked.
"Shields collapsing on the outer wings!"
"Squadrons Beta through Delta—gone!"
Igaris stood unmoved. His gaze swept the twin cataclysms before him as if assessing prey of his own. Slowly, he removed his gauntlet, the metal hissing as it detached from his arm, revealing skin etched with living runes that pulsed like the heartbeat of a star.
"So you’re the Twin Saints I heard so much about," he said, voice cutting through the chaos like a blade through silk. "One weaves existence, the other unravels it. Impressive... but you’ve made the same mistake as all the others."
The Saint of Creation tilted his head.
"And what mistake is that, mortal?"
Igaris stepped forward, each movement bending the air around him as if space itself feared to touch him.
"You thought you were hunting me."
"In truth, I was the one waiting for you..."
[ Enhanced Armament ]
With a flick of Igaris’ wrist, the void cracked like fragile glass. From its depths emerged an impossibly massive dark dragon, its scales dripping with shadow and its eyes glowing with ancient malice.
Buzz!
The Ten Thousand Divine Armaments converged in a whirl of light and darkness, molding into the form of the Darkness Dragon Monarch. The moment the weapon took shape, the air screamed, space rippled, and an oppressive aura rolled across the battlefield like a tidal wave.
The dragon roared, its voice splitting the clouds, and lunged at the Twin Saints with annihilating force.
The collision was cataclysmic.
Reality itself shuddered. Mountains crumbled into dust, seas boiled into steam, and the very ground of Orca cracked apart. This was no mortal clash — this was a war of Saints, a contest of beings who could snuff out civilizations with a gesture.
The Twin Saints moved in perfect harmony, their power blinding to the eye. The Saint of Creation raised his hand, creating stars from pure light, forging celestial constructs that blocked the dragon’s assault. The Saint of Destruction mirrored him, his every motion a stroke of ruin, tearing apart matter, light, and even the concept of form itself.
Together, they commanded the Impossible Laws — Creation and Destruction — powers never meant to coexist. Each strike they unleashed rewrote the battlefield, birthing and erasing reality in the same breath.
Igaris only smirked.
His dragon’s claws tore through forged suns. Its fangs devoured worlds born from Creation. And with every exchange, his presence swelled, as though feeding on the clash itself.
"RUUUUMBBBBLLLEEEEE!"
The heavens trembled.
The earth buckled.
Orca’s skies bled streaks of gold and black as the Laws of Creation and Destruction collided with Igaris’ weaponized void.
The Twin Saints moved in perfect harmony—one draped in luminous robes woven from threads of genesis, his every motion birthing new stars and forging land where none existed. The other clad in shadows so deep they seemed to erase existence itself, each strike consuming time, matter, and meaning.
"[Law of Absolute Genesis]!" the Saint of Creation roared, thrusting his palm forward. A blinding surge of life-force erupted outward, sprouting colossal world-trees in an instant, each branch coiled with divine lightning meant to bind the dragon.
"[Law of Eternal Ruin]!" the Saint of Destruction followed, his voice cold and absolute. Every leaf from the newly-born trees withered into black ash before touching the ground, and the ash turned to void-fire, seeking to consume even the void Igaris commanded.
But the Ten Thousand Divine Armaments was no ordinary armament—it was alive.
"ROARRR..."
Another deafening roar tore through the battlefield. Space twisted, collapsing in waves that shredded the Saints’ attacks before they could converge. The dragon’s scales glistened with the reflection of countless broken dimensions, its wings beating with such force that the ocean below split apart, exposing its abyssal floor.
"Do you think your laws are above mine?"
Igaris’ eyes burned like twin eclipses.
What he unleashed next surpassed Natural Laws of Reality.
"[Yin-Yang Reversal]!"