His new form caught the Unhallowed's attention.

ROAR!

It wasn't a sound.

The colossal creature simply opened its mouth, and a silent, crushing force of suction latched onto Orion, pulling him through the void.

Orion dug his heels into the fabric of space, his body bending like a drawn bow. He channeled every ounce of his power into the trident in his hands. It ignited, crackling with fire and lightning. With a deafening war cry, he hurled it with all his might.

The instant the trident left his hand, Orion's massive form began to shrink, collapsing in on itself. In the blink of an eye, he was back to his normal size, his life force plummeting to a critical low. He fell through the air, struggling to stabilize himself, his eyes fixed on the result of his ultimate attack.

He knew, with absolute certainty, that short of invoking the power of a divine rule, this was the single most powerful blow he could deliver as an archlord. It was an attack that had the potential to kill a demigod.

BOOM!

The sound was apocalyptic. The trident detonated in mid-air, not with an explosion, but with an implosion of pure annihilation. A mushroom cloud of nothingness bloomed against the Unhallowed's chest.

When the cloud dissipated, Orion's face was a mask of grim disbelief.

It wasn't that the attack had failed. It was that it wasn't enough.

The blow had grievously wounded the Unhallowed. But with the dissipating energy, Orion could now see the creature's full form, which had been hidden in the void.

It was a monster unlike any he had ever seen. It stood upon a massive, sunflower-shaped placenta of flesh, its body vaguely humanoid. Nine tails, like colossal whips, snaked out from its back, stretching into the void and devouring everything they touched—light, matter, the very essence of the Abyss.

Orion looked into the creature's eyes and saw nothing resembling thought or reason. In those hazy, unfocused orbs, there was only destruction, consumption, and a nascent flicker of rage—an anger born from the pain he had just inflicted.

What level of monster is this?

He was certain now. The archlord aura it radiated was a complete fabrication, a deceptive camouflage. This thing, with its nine tails of absolute destruction, was no mere monster.

Wounded, the Unhallowed's nine tails whipped through the void, lashing out at him in a frenzy. Orion didn't hesitate, his body rocketing upwards, streaking toward the highest reaches of the sky. The nine fox-like tails gave chase, a wave of annihilation hell-bent on erasing him from existence.

As he ascended, Orion played his final card.

He knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that this creature was not an archlord. It was a true demigod, a physical manifestation of immense, terrifying power. There was no holding back.

He pulled out a bag of Lord's Stones he had prepared for just this eventuality and sacrificed the entire contents to his Titan Emblem.

A wave of tyrannical, mysterious power descended from an unknown source. It did not strike Orion, but instead flowed into a second figure that stepped out of his body: his body of faith.

With the divine power infusing it, Orion initiated a second Blood Sacrifice, channeling the ancient power of his bloodline. The crimson mist enveloped the body of faith. The strain of using the ability twice in rapid succession was too much for Orion's mirrored avatar. It went into immediate shock, its life force extinguished as it fell from the sky, unconscious and hovering between life and death.

The body of faith let out a silent roar, and began to grow.

It swelled to a colossal size, enveloping the falling mirrored avatar, sealing it within its incorporeal form. Being a construct of belief, it had no physical limitations. It easily matched the Unhallowed in sheer scale. The power from the sacrifice solidified its form, and the blood and life force from the second sacrifice gave it the appearance of a living being.

But it was only an appearance.

Even so, it was enough. Orion finally had the power to face the Unhallowed head-on. The body of faith took the shape of his Asura Titan Form.

Four heads, eight arms. The Titan Emblem pulsed on its chest. In one hand, it held the trident Spite of the Wrathful Star. In another, the Abyssal Devil Shield. The other six arms were empty.

ROAR!

The cry that ripped from the Asura Titan's four mouths was not the sonic blast of a Titan's Roar. It was something else entirely. It was Divine Art·Psionic Morph·Roar of Resolve.

An attack on the mind.

In the unseen domain of consciousness, Orion's will, shaped into the form of the Asura Titan, stepped into a realm of pure, undifferentiated chaos. He was inside the Unhallowed's mind.

And he was completely, utterly lost.

The chaos was primordial. There was no thought, no intelligence, no consciousness to attack. The Unhallowed had no mind. It was nothing more than a machine of pure destruction. Orion's psychic assault, a blow that could shatter the sanity of a god, struck nothing but an empty void.

In the physical world, the Asura Titan charged, trident and shield leading the way, and slammed into the Unhallowed.

Nine tails against eight arms.

The Asura Titan's three extra heads gave Orion a panoramic view of the battlefield, opening up a thousand tactical possibilities in every microsecond. With the failure of his psychic attack, he understood. This thing couldn't be broken. It had to be unmade.

And so, the battle of gods began.

Yes, gods.

From the walls of Vigil's Point, Delilah, Makareth, and his men could only stare in stunned silence. To them, the being that was Orion, the titan that stood astride the heavens, was a god. The power he now wielded was beyond their comprehension. It was beyond Makareth's comprehension.

In truth, with every blow the Asura Titan struck, with every attack it parried, Orion felt a new layer of understanding settle over him.

This was not a desperate, last-ditch effort. This was the plan.

Compared to the unknown horrors of the sixth layer, Orion had calculated that the risk of summoning his Asura Titan Form in the second layer was significantly lower. From the moment he learned that the Unhallowed were beings of invincible power within their own rank, he had formed a plan: to use one as a whetstone, a perfect sparring partner to hone the power of his ultimate form.

His ascent had been too rapid. Few archlords had ever pushed him to the point where he needed to unleash the Asura Titan. He had the power, but he lacked the experience.

Now, he would get it.

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