Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1892: His Awakening
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"Oh? You still have trump cards?! Show me!" Hercules charged at Darkbound, swinging his fists forward. Dozens of forms combined and transformed—dragons, serpents, hawks, wild boars, and other beasts surged from his Aura as he fused martial arts from countless schools into a single devastating assault.
Hercules lived martial arts, breathed martial arts; his very blood pulsed with it. No other genius could match him.
But even such unparalleled beings... were not flawless.
TRUUUM!
Two Domains erupted.
Darkbound’s and Tear’s Domains enveloped him from both sides.
"Hah? Domains?! Seriously, that was your plan?!"
Hercules was far too confident. His overwhelming strength made arrogance inevitable.
His playful nature and eagerness to face strong opponents...
That very passion was one of his greatest weaknesses!
Fury burned behind his mask. With both fists, he compressed the Domains and crushed them outright.
"Pathetic!"
BOOOM! BOOOM!
As both Domains detonated and their essence flooded everything...
"HAAAH!"
Darkbound and Tear channeled the scattered energy into an intricate formation.
"Hm?!"
RUMBLE!
A colossal formation contracted around Hercules, sealing him inside a nether coffin forged of cursed frost.
"Hahaha! I guess you got me! However!"
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
Cracks already spiderwebbed across the coffin. Hercules was pummeling it from within.
This immensely powerful technique—designed to imprison and seal gods inside a freezing, cursed prison—was slowly being torn apart by raw physical might.
"Damn it!"
"Hurry!"
Darkbound and Tear poured their energy into constant repairs, only for the coffin to shatter again and again!
In the end, their full strength could only hold so long...
"Fighting him up close is too dangerous..." Celes said. "Everyone, lend me your Dream Essence, Mana, and Auras... I will mold it using the same technique little Oberon wields... I will create a spirit to fight in our place."
"...?!"
Everyone turned to Celes in shock.
All this time, he hadn’t merely been playing with the children—he had been quietly mastering the powerful magic Oberon was born with.
Though he had only grasped the fundamentals, there was no time for slow practice.
He would force it to work!
"I trust you, dear!" Nia said, channeling her power into her son.
"It frustrates me that I cannot face such a monster myself...!" Laura said, following suit.
"We are dragons—this shames us... but take our power, kid!" Brunhild declared.
"Here!" Violet roared.
"Thank you," Celes said with a grateful smile.
With Takeshi and Alma already feeding him energy, Celes condensed it all using his divine spiritual water and their varied elements.
Water.
Wind.
Thunder.
Fire.
Explosions.
Darkness.
Poison.
Crystals.
FLUOSH!
A titanic figure began to take shape—a humanoid, feathered, and scaled god blending human, merman, dragon, and bird.
A radiant, multicolored deity of the elements slowly rose into the skies.
"Now... Ah, Jonathan?!"
Celes saw him.
Jonathan finally stood.
His bare chest was crisscrossed with scars.
His missing arm.
His strange, flowing aura.
The gold that had coated his skin faded, replaced by a temporary bronze hue.
His hair—once glowing white and gold—grew several times longer.
His eyes shone with starlight.
"I’ve seen enough," Jonathan said. "Celes, your plan is solid, but it won’t be enough. Everyone has to fight. I will infuse my ’vision’ into the spirit—it is already interconnected with everyone pouring their power into it. Then... we will turn Hercules’ own ’Flow’ against him. We fight as one entity."
"Fighting as one?" Brunhild asked. "I see..."
"Hm, I trust you, Uncle Jonathan," Celes said with a smile. "Very well!"
While the mages—Celes, Alma, and Takeshi—remained behind, the fighters soared into the sky alongside Jonathan, merging their consciousness with the Spirit God Celes had conjured.
Then Jonathan opened an ethereal third eye on his forehead, blazing with golden starlight, and poured its essence into everyone.
"A third eye?!" Nia gasped. "When did he...?!"
"It’s a technique from the Heavenly Palace," Jonathan explained. "The Heaven-Seeing Divine Eye. I adapted it into my body... and modified it to perceive and replicate the ’Flow’!"
"...!"
As the realization struck, Jonathan’s Vision suddenly became theirs.
They could see it.
Near-invisible, luminous lines of ethereal essence.
Pathways flowing as Hercules battled inside the coffin.
This was his "Flow"—a compressed essence of martial arts that instinctively guided his every movement to the optimal path.
Now that they could see it, they could also copy it.
They perceived their own Flow as well.
Their auras clashed against Hercules as they sought the most perfect openings to strike.
CRAAASH!
The coffin shattered. Darkbound and Tear plummeted from the sky, utterly exhausted...
"It’s all up to you now, Jonathan—everyone!"
"Ugh...! Please, don’t lose!"
They crashed into the city streets below, collapsing into ruined houses.
And then.
In that instant.
Hercules’ expression shifted beneath his mask.
He removed it.
He revealed a flawless, strikingly beautiful face—and a third crimson eye gleaming on his forehead.
"Hmm... Do you know why I wear a mask? So my opponents cannot read me when I speak," he said. "My father always told me I was too easy to read without it... but now, I see you’ve pushed yourselves to the absolute limit. So, for your effort... after I kill you all once, I will do it again. And this time, I will make sure no one can bring you back."
Hercules smiled with that breathtakingly handsome face, his hair flowing freely in the wind.
His red runes spread across his entire body, turning pale skin crimson.
Black horns sprouted from his forehead.
His third eye shifted from red to blue.
"{Heavenly Blood Demon Style}: {Full Release}"
RUMBLE!
Every ounce of Hercules’ power erupted at once.
Hundreds of buildings below collapsed instantly under the crushing pressure.
Every monster and god vessel in the vicinity burst into blood and gore.
Only Jonathan and those fused within the Spirit God created by Celes remained untouched.
"I have truly become a demon of martial arts now... So, shall we begin?"
Hercules spread his arms. His Aura surged and coalesced into his singular Martial Soul.
A titanic red Asura with dozens of muscular arms—weaponless, relying solely on fists.
This was the pure embodiment of his fighting spirit.
"Hercules... Your ’Flow’ is a truly unique power," Jonathan said. "I finally understood it after observing you and mentally replicating a battle against you a hundred times. It is a supernatural sixth sense born from mastering martial arts beyond all reason... Despite everything, you are admirable."
"Thank you," Hercules replied with genuine sincerity. "There is nothing finer in this world than acknowledgment from a fellow martial artist. Shall we dance, Jonathan?"
"Yes," Jonathan answered, his three eyes blazing. "Let’s dance."
FLAAASH!
Red light and golden light collided.
As they clashed, it looked like two stars endlessly chasing and smashing into one another across the darkened skies.
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
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