Reincarnated in a novel: I am the villain!-Chapter 286: Final Blow

Under the pressure of Isabelle’s change, the atmosphere screamed.

And no this wasn’t a metaphor. The air itself shrieked as it was torn apart by the sudden, violent expansion of a new reality.

"Domain Expansion: Star of the Demon Queen."

Isabelle’s voice echoed, not from her throat, but from the vibrating particles of the world.

From the ridge, a pillar of violet light shot into the heavens. A light so bright that even after several minutes, it didn’t fade, rather it seemed to solidify.

The space around Isabelle twisted, collapsing inward until she was the center of the universe.

She was no longer the maid, at this moment she was a true Demon.

Behind her, the fabric of the Abyss tore open to reveal a massive, burning purple sun. A star which symbolized gravity instead of heat.

It pulled the light, the dust, and the sound into its core, creating a suffocating silence.

Isabelle floated in the center, her form encased in a thirty-foot avatar of condensed amethyst flames.

She wore a crown of obsidian horns, and her dress was woven from the event horizons of dying stars.

She raised a hand, a hand large enough to crush a fortress.

"Die."

A singularity formed in her palm. It was a hole in reality, a sphere of absolute darkness rimmed with violet fire.

She hurled it.

BOOM.

The Black Hole flew toward Emperor Thraka. It dragged the surrounding space along with it.

The debris, the magma, the air, everything was sucked into the vortex.

Thraka’s eyes widened. For the first time, the 8th Order Warlord felt surprise.

"What?!"

The singularity hit him.

CRUNCH.

Thraka was swallowed. The gravity field compressed around him, twisting his Abyss Steel skin, trying to fold his indestructible body into a single point of infinite density. The Emperor roared as his armor buckled, his bones groaning under the pressure of a collapsing star.

"You... mongrel!" Thraka screamed from inside the vortex.

His red eyes burned with humiliation. To be held by a servant? By a Half-Blood?

"I AM THE EMPEROR!"

ROAR!

The Red Aura of Azazel exploded from Thraka’s body. An aura which seemed to contain a unique law that rejected all other laws.

Thraka grabbed the edges of the Black Hole with his bare hands. His muscles bulged, tearing through his steel skin.

"Domain Expansion: Iron-Blood Furnace."

CLANG.

The world turned to metal.

The sky above Thraka hardened into a ceiling of rusted iron gears the size of cities. The ground beneath him erupted, not with lava, but with molten steel.

Smoke stacks rose from the earth, belching black soot that choked the violet light of Isabelle’s star.

Thraka’s domain was a factory of war. A place where flesh was weak and steel was eternal.

"BREAK!"

RRRRRIP.

With a sound like the universe screaming, Thraka tore Isabelle’s singularity apart. The purple gravity sphere shattered, exploding into a shockwave that flattened the surrounding mountains.

Thraka stood panting in the air, his skin cracked and bleeding molten iron. But he was smiling.

"Is that it?" Thraka roared, looking at the giant Isabelle. "Is that all you have?!"

Damien watched from the sky, his heart hammering. He saw the cracks spreading on Isabelle’s giant avatar, although he fully did not know what happened and why she was so strong, thanks to his celestial life physiqe, who could sense her rappid loss of life

Yes, she was was burning her life force to maintain that size.

She is dying for me, Damien realized.

He looked at her. The giant demoness looked back, her ruby eyes filled with unconditional devotion.

Yet despite knowing this Damien didn’t scream nor did he tell her to stop as that would be an insult to her resolve.

Rather he instead nodded nodded.

’I accept it’, Damien’s Will projected. ’I won’t let you down Isabelle’.

He turned to the Duke.

"Varic," Damien said, his voice cold and absolute. "It seems its time for use to step up hahaa."

The Blood Monarch grinned, his fangs lengthening. "Indeed."

"Domain Expansion: Crimson Monarch’s Court."

SPLAT.

The air turned liquid.

A sea of blood flooded the sky, drowning the smoke of Thraka’s furnace.

From the red ocean, elegant spires of crystallized blood rose up, forming a gothic castle that hung upside down in the heavens.

Millions of crimson bats swarmed from the towers, their screeches harmonizing into a song of nobility and death.

Duke Varic stood on the inverted balcony of his blood-castle, looking down at the Orc Emperor.

"You have a bit of dirt on your face, Thraka," Varic whispered. "Allow me to wash it off."

Thraka roared, summoning a thousand steam-powered chains from his furnace to bind the blood castle. Isabelle summoned gravity meteors to crush the chains.

Three Domains. Three Laws fighting for dominance.

The Layer began to break. The sky fractured like a mirror. Up became down. Fire froze.

Damien floated in the center of the chaos.

He closed his eyes.

He reached deep into his soul. Past the Shadow. Past the Dragon. Into the Will Core.

He remembered the lesson from the Abyss

He opened his eyes.

The left was a void of Abyssal Black. The right was a sun of Dragon Gold. And in the center of both pupils was a horizontal bar.

The Cross-Shaped Pupil.

"Domain Expansion..."

VOOOM.

The noise of the battle vanished.

A wave of silence washed over the battlefield.

Behind Damien, a massive shadow rose. It wasn’t a dragon. And It wasn’t a monster.

It was a Throne.

A throne made of shadows and gold, sitting atop a mountain of treasures, weapons, and bones.

"...Kingdom of the Greedy King."

BOOM.

Four Domains. Four Laws. Four Realities collided in a space too small to contain them.

The reality of Layer 4 dissolved.

To the North, Isabelle’s Purple Gravity Star tried to crush the world. To the South, Thraka’s Iron Furnace tried to forge the world.

To the East, Varic’s Blood Court tried to drown the world. And in the Center, Damien’s Golden Shadow tried to Own the world.

"NOW!" Damien screamed.

He raised the Pantheon Sword.

The blade hummed. It drank the blood of the Duke’s domain. It drank the gravity of Isabelle’s star. It drank the shadows of the Voss.

It turned a blinding, absolute White.

The three of them launched their final attacks.

Isabelle, the Giant Demoness, swung a fist of purple fire the size of a mountain. [Gravity Art: Star-Fall Impact.]

Duke Varic unleashed a tsunami of crystallized blood spears from his castle. [Blood Art: Red Rain of the Monarch.]

Damien transformed into a streak of white light, aiming for Thraka’s heart. [Dual-Core Secret Art: Chaos Lance – Ascended.]

Thraka didn’t dodge. He couldn’t. The space around him was locked by three different laws.

Instead, the Emperor laughed. A manic, joyful sound.

He raised his massive axe high above his head. The Red Aura of Azazel condensed into a single, terrifying point on the blade edge, a miniature red sun of pure destruction.

"COME THEN!" Thraka bellowed, swinging down to meet them. "LET US SEE WHOSE REALITY IS STRONGER!"

The white sword, the purple fist, and the red spears met the Iron Axe.

KRA-KOOOOOOM!