The Evolution of a Goblin to the Peak-Chapter 1120: Intervention

Approximately five hundred kilometers above the surface.

Powerful explosions erupted, sweeping away the clouds and churning the air. Agape, one of the Division Commanders of Athen's Champion, stood in the sky, facing a titan.

A titan with a golden body that radiated immense energy—one that had reached the level of a demigod.

"You will not be able to take down the Acropolis," Agape declared firmly.

"Hehe~ It will fall today," the titan laughed.

Agape narrowed his eyes. He glanced down at the ground where the Goddess Palace stood proudly. Around it, the Guardian Beasts were positioned, and above them, Cicero conjured forbidden spells.

Our Goddess hasn't made a move. She wouldn't let people die like this. That must mean there are more pressing matters at hand, Agape thought to himself.

The situation was dire. The combined forces of the titans, giants, and the Gluttony Army were overwhelmingly powerful. Athen's Champion alone would barely be able to hold the line against such military might.

"Don't worry—you're all going to die!" the titan laughed as he swung his fist.

An enormous golden fist, spanning a kilometer, materialized in the sky. It descended toward Agape with terrifying force.

Agape frowned and took a deep breath.

[Archetype: Supreme Warrior]!!

In the next moment, he froze—something was off. He looked up, and his eyes widened.

Whoosh!!

Countless spears of flame rained down from above. Each one was over a kilometer long, radiating immense energy capable of obliterating mortals with ease.

"This...!!" Agape felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. Gripping his weapon tightly, he unleashed his technique.

[Ninth Form: Ultimate Heaven's Cleave]!

"Hahaha!!" the titan roared with laughter, reveling in the chaos.

...

Inside the Dreamscape.

Swoosh!!

Arden groaned in pain as he watched his severed hand spiral through the air, spraying blood in every direction.

He collapsed to his knees, then slowly raised his head to glare at the white figure standing ahead.

Souta stood tall, looking down at Arden. His body was covered in wounds—but each injury only seemed to fuel him further. The trait [Draw Blood] was incredibly potent, and with the power of [Divine Retribution], he had become stronger than ever before.

"This... can't be..." Arden growled through clenched teeth. He forced himself to his feet, tightening the fingers of his remaining hand—nothing more than a puppet's construct.

"Well, it is," Souta said coldly.

He raised his sword, blood-colored lightning crackling violently around him.

Both warriors' energies surged once more, ready to collide—when suddenly, the entire Dreamscape trembled.

Bang!!

Souta froze, looking up as he felt a tremendous force descending.

Boom!!

The Dreamscape shuddered violently. Cracks splintered through the air like broken glass.

"Someone is forcefully destroying my Dreamscape..." Souta muttered, narrowing his eyes.

He possessed [Douion II], a power that greatly reinforced the structural integrity of his Dreamscape. Entering it was easy—he hadn't set restrictions. But destroying it? That was something else entirely. Only a handful of beings at his level—or higher—could achieve such a feat.

Which meant...

A deafening sound rang out as a colossal force tore through the very fabric of the Dreamscape.

'An Eight Shackle Realm titan!! Be careful, Souta!!' Saya's voice echoed urgently in his mind.

Souta immediately retreated, instincts flaring in alarm—just as a red beam tore through the cracks. It shot downward, slicing the land open with raw, destructive power.

Boom!!

"It's about to collapse," Souta muttered under his breath.

A massive wave of energy erupted outward, splintering the Dreamscape even further. In the next instant, another beam descended—and the entire land gave way.

It sounded like shattering glass.

Ohm!

In a flash, Souta was back in reality. The white smoke of the dissipating Dreamscape curled around him before fading completely.

He looked up—and his eyes widened.

Countless gigantic flaming spears hovered in the sky above. Each one radiated an aura so potent, he knew they could pierce through even his strongest defenses with ease.

"They can't hold back anymore…?" Souta muttered, eyes narrowing.

The flaming spears rained down, causing massive explosions across the battlefield—indiscriminately claiming the lives of both allies and enemies alike.

"Nooo!!"

"Argh!!"

"Help!!"

Screams echoed in every direction as the devastation unfolded. Entire squads were annihilated in an instant. Some parts of the battlefield, however, remained untouched—protected by the intervention of the other Heroes of Goddess Athena.

The ground trembled violently, and the air was filled with the cries of the dying. Smoke and dust surged upward, cloaking the field in a suffocating haze.

Souta clenched his fists. He knew—this was the enemy's doing. They were determined to bring down the Acropolis, no matter the cost.

Swoosh!!

Souta's eyes widened as a sharp warning surged through his instincts. Without hesitation, he spun around and swung his sword with everything he had.

A titan suddenly appeared beside Souta, hurling a punch packed with overwhelming power.

Boom!!

Sword and fist collided, unleashing a massive shockwave that rippled through the battlefield.

Souta was blasted backward by the sheer force. His veins burst under the pressure, and blood seeped out from his pores.

He managed to stabilize himself mid-air, gritting his teeth as his wounds closed rapidly—his hand fully healed in mere seconds.

"Eight Shackle Realm..." he muttered, eyes narrowing.

A surge of danger prickled at his back. He spun around, lightning and blood swirling furiously around his sword.

Behind him stood a towering titan—fifteen meters tall. The titan blocked his previous blow with one arm, while the other cocked back and struck.

Bang!!

A devastating punch smashed into Souta's head. His body rocketed through the air, flying several kilometers before crashing hard into the ground.

Far across the battlefield, Arden staggered to his feet, clutching his head as he emerged from the rubble. He grit his teeth.

"That damn monster..."

His gaze shifted toward the Eight Shackle Realm titan that had just arrived.

"That monster isn't dead. His insane regeneration... it makes him almost unkillable."

The titan turned his head toward the direction where Souta had been blasted.

Hmm...?

From the rubble, a figure slowly emerged. A headless body stood tall, strings of flesh writhing from the stump of its neck.

In the next instant, a new head formed—regrown as if nothing had happened. Souta exhaled, his expression calm as he assessed the internal damage from the titan's blow.

"He really came back. His head grew back," the titan muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Souta's gaze shifted ahead. He spotted Arden—and beside him, the Eight Shackle Realm titan.

He knew immediately: this was bad. Arden alone had been troublesome. But now, with a far more powerful titan on the field...

It was not good.

It was far too early for him to be facing an opponent at the Eight Shackle Realm.

'If [Divine Retribution] isn't enough… then I'll have to step it up,' Souta thought, frowning deeply.

With a swift motion, he waved his hand. The [Orb of Arcane Seal] hovering beside him began to spin, radiating a strange, pulsing light.

A complex magic circle formed beneath his feet, glowing brighter with each passing second.

Ohm!

A strange, pulsing wave of energy spread out across the battlefield.

Arden and the titan both frowned as the pressure hit them.

"This...!" Arden's eyes widened in realization. He bent his knees and shot forward like a missile.

"He's conjuring a forbidden spell!!"

The titan sensed it too. Without hesitation, both of them turned into blurs of light, streaking through the air toward Souta at breakneck speed.

Whoosh!!

The magic circle beneath Souta's feet flared, radiating intense brilliance. In that moment, he felt a massive drain inside his [Nebula Heart]—a large portion of its energy vanishing in an instant.

[Warrior's Negation]!!

The ground erupted with blinding light as an overwhelming pressure surged outward. Souta raised his sword, and a torrent of power burst from it—red and green light intertwining and crackling like a divine storm.

He swung.

The fused energy roared forward like a tidal wave, aimed straight at the charging enemies.

Arden's eyes went wide. The red and green light barreled toward him at incredible speed, and every fiber of his being screamed in alarm.

His instincts were clear:

Escape. Now.

The titan flexed his muscles and charged forward to meet the attack head-on.

Boom!!

The clash unleashed a blinding explosion as the titan struggled to contain the swirling red and green light. But the energy scattered uncontrollably, ripping through the battlefield and leaving devastation in its wake.

Arden was caught in the blast. The impact sent him flying, battered like a paper.

This was the forbidden spell once wielded by Division Commander Agape—

[Warrior's Negation]!!

A powerful attack-and-field type spell that drastically lowers the physical resistance of targets within its range. At the same time, it boosts the user's own resistance proportionally to the reduction inflicted on their enemies.

Bang!!

The other warriors nearby watched in awe and dread.

Explosions erupted in rapid succession as the red and green light tore through the land, carving a five-kilometer radius of destruction. Warriors, titans, and giants alike were caught in the devastating blast, their cries lost in the chaos.

In the distance, Chief Captain Sett stood frozen, staring at the nightmarish scene unfolding before him.

"Grain Leader Souta has unleashed a forbidden spell," he muttered grimly, eyes shifting upward.

Above, countless flaming spears continued to rain down relentlessly from the sky—an unending barrage of fiery death.

The battlefield felt swallowed by apocalypse.

It was as if the very end of the world had come.

...

Souta felt drained after unleashing such a powerful spell.

He had copied it by observing the battle between Division Commander Agape and the Demigod Titan. Though brief, it was enough for the [Orb of Arcane Seal] to record the entire magic circle.

The spell was formidable—but limited by his own strength.

He knew it wasn't enough to take down an expert of the Eight Shackle Realm.

Hmm...?

Souta turned his head slightly, then fixed his gaze on the titan.

"I have to go now," he said calmly.

The moment the words left his lips, he vanished—replaced by a swirling ball of darkness.

Swoosh!!

The Eight Shackle Realm titan's eyes widened in surprise.

"A teleportation spell..." he growled, turning his head sharply as he sensed the direction of Souta's escape.

Realization dawned—Souta had vanished back to the city.

"You think you can run from me? How naive."