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Chapter 841 Nameless vs Agaroth (2) · Nov 01, 2026

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801 Chapter 801 A Smile in the Snow (1) 2026-11-01
802 Chapter 802 A Smile in the Snow (2) 2026-11-01
803 Chapter 803 Black Hole Sovereign 2026-11-01
804 Chapter 804 A Choice for Death 2026-11-01
805 Chapter 805 After Death Was Challenged 2026-11-01
806 Chapter 806 Where Empires Turn to Ash (1) 2026-11-01
807 Chapter 807 Where Empires Turn to Ash (2) 2026-11-01
808 Chapter 808 The Pursuer (1) 2026-11-01
809 Chapter 809 The Pursuer (2) 2026-11-01
810 Chapter 810 The Devouring of Death (1) 2026-11-01
811 Chapter 811 The Devouring of Death (2) 2026-11-01
812 Chapter 812 AFTER THE FALL OF DEATH (1) 2026-11-01
813 Chapter 813 After the Fall of Death (2) 2026-11-01
814 Chapter 814 Imitation (1) 2026-11-01
815 Chapter 815 Imitation (2) 2026-11-01
816 Chapter 816 Tools of War (1) 2026-11-01
817 Chapter 817 Tools of War (2) 2026-11-01
818 Chapter 818 The Night Before the End (1) 2026-11-01
819 Chapter 819 The Night Before the End (2) 2026-11-01
820 Chapter 820 The Eve of Catastrophe (1) 2026-11-01
821 Chapter 821 The Eve of Catastrophe (2) 2026-11-01
822 Chapter 822 War is a game (1) 2026-11-01
823 Chapter 823 War is a game (2) 2026-11-01
824 Chapter 824 The Tide of Black Flame 2026-11-01
825 Chapter 825 Supernova Ignition 2026-11-01
826 Chapter 826 The Lie of Existence 2026-11-01
827 Chapter 827 Against the Duke of Hell 2026-11-01
828 Chapter 828 The Truth Beyond Demons 2026-11-01
829 Chapter 829 A One-Sided Slaughter (1) 2026-11-01
830 Chapter 830 A One-Sided Slaughter (2) 2026-11-01
831 Chapter 831 The Shattering (1) 2026-11-01
832 Chapter 832 The Shattering (2) 2026-11-01
833 Chapter 833 Beyond Despair (1) 2026-11-01
834 Chapter 834 Beyond Despair (2) 2026-11-01
835 Chapter 835 The Meaning of Terror (1) 2026-11-01
836 Chapter 836 The Meaning of Terror (2) 2026-11-01
837 Chapter 837 The Meaning of Terror (3) 2026-11-01
838 Chapter 838 The Last Chain Shattered (1) 2026-11-01
839 Chapter 839 The Last Chain Shattered (2) 2026-11-01
840 Chapter 840 Nameless vs Agaroth (1) 2026-11-01
841 Chapter 841 Nameless vs Agaroth (2) 2026-11-01
842 Chapter 842 Perseverance 2026-11-01
843 Chapter 843 The Price of Salvation 2026-11-01
844 Chapter 844 Ashes That Challenged Eternity (1) 2026-11-01
845 Chapter 845 Ashes That Challenged Eternity (2) 2026-11-01
846 Chapter 846 Endless Struggle (1) 2026-11-01
847 Chapter 847 Endless Struggle (2) 2026-11-01
848 Chapter 848 Alexander Rybak 2026-11-01
849 Chapter 849 Dark Devotion 2026-11-01
850 Chapter 850 Fractured Origin (1) 2026-11-01

Chapter 841 Nameless vs Agaroth (2)

Nameless expanded his power just slightly.

A small radius formed around him ... no more than a few meters at most.

It seemed insignificant.

Almost trivial.

But Agaroth knew immediately—

It was anything but.

The attacks arrived in the next instant.

Overwhelming strikes, enough to erase him from existence.

Yet the moment they touched the Domain—

They unraveled.

Completely.

The world-breaking attacks shattered apart as if they had never existed.

ThencThey reformed.

Redirected.

This time striking one of Agarothʼs many copies surrounding him.

It happened once.

Then again.

And again.

Every time a ranged attack entered the Domain, it was dismantled… and turned against the Kingʼs own forces.

That was how the distant attacks were handled.

As for the physical ones—

Not a single strike touched Nameless.

When Agaroth attempted to cut him down, the moment his dark blades entered the Domain, Namelessʼ body moved automatically.

Perfect evasion.

Or perfect defense—whenever evasion was impossible.

And at the same time—

He attacked.

Agaroth understood immediately what Nameless had done.

What that Domain truly represented.

”Four… no, five.”

A terrifying smile spread across his face, reflecting both excitement and bloodlust.

The Demon King was beginning to immerse himself in the battle.

Namelessʼ Kingʼs Domain was one of the most powerful tools in his arsenal.

A technique that fused five world-breaking abilities at once.

The fifth phase of Shadow Adaptation.

The Void—to determine all paths.

The third phase—to control aura within the Domain and reduce consumption to zero.

The first phase—to adapt to incoming attacks, allowing them to be analyzed and dismantled.

The fourth and sixth phases—to generate an overwhelming aura, forming a Domain that could neither be broken nor bypassed.

A perfect fusion.

A transcendent ability, born beneath the banner of Shadow Adaptation.

But using such power came at a cost.

The souls within Namelessʼ body burned at a terrifying rate.

So fast… that many were extinguished completely, vanishing without return.

Fortunately—

The immortal soul of Thanatos remained.

Providing an endless supply of soul-fire.

Nameless sustained all of this…

While still maintaining the manipulation of life and death upon Earth.

This was control on another level entirely.

A level Even the King had never reached.

”I always knew… you were the only one—”

Agaroth stepped through the Kingʼs Domain, colliding with Nameless without the slightest hesitation, utterly unfazed by the terrifying ability surrounding him.

”Youʼre the only one capable of astonishing these eyes… eyes that have grown weary of this dull, insignificant material world!”

He thrust forward with his dark, blazing weapon.

Nameless barely managed to deflect it.

Between Agarothʼs black blade and Namelessʼ gray one, sparks burst into existence.

But they were no ordinary sparks—white, star-like fragments, drifting like cosmic dust.

As if ghosts were dancing within a stage of chaos.

Namelessʼ void eyes flooded his mind with overwhelming data.

A great warrior, facing Agaroth, his countless copies, and his world-breaking abilities all at once.

He broke free from a siege that would have killed others hundreds of times over.

The Pursuer continued to push him further.

Higher.

His aura output surged violently, forcing Agaroth to escalate his own power in response.

And the battle raged on.

An endless battle… or so it seemed.

Because in reality—

Barely five minutes had passed.

Yet within those five minutes, the two exchanged an immeasurable number of world-breaking strikes.

Agaroth stood to the right ... uninjured, as every wound inflicted upon him vanished instantly.

Nameless stood to the left, steam rising violently from his body.

A burning vapor, as if his aura itself had become a nuclear reactor on the verge of meltdown.

And aside from the two of them—

Nothing else remained.

Nameless had dismantled every world-breaking ability.

Redirected them.

Destroyed every copy of Agaroth before his very eyes.

Such a feat was only possible…

Because the opponent was Nameless.

And no one else.

A monster remains a monster—

No matter what.

And Agaroth understood that better than anyone.

”This is pointless,” the King muttered, shaking his head as he slowly drew his aura back into his body.

”Unless I use the Purifier against you… youʼll survive almost anything.”

”Even in your incomplete state.”

Nameless narrowed his gaze slightly.

Something had changed.

The flow of aura within Agarothʼs body had shifted completely—into something he had never seen before.

”Iʼve always lost to you in duels,” Agaroth continued calmly.

”No matter how many sword talents I devoured… I could never defeat you with the blade.”

”So this time…”

”I prepared something different.”

”Something made… specifically for you.”

Agarothʼs expression darkened.

His teeth showed in a twisted grin, forcing Nameless to take a step back, fully on guard.

And then—

It was revealed.

The Kingʼs body ignited with a pitch-black aura.

His shadows crawled across him, reshaping him.

His long black cloak vanished.

And in its place ... Agaroth stood in an entirely different form.

Larger.

His body clad in a black armor fused to his skin, engraved with dark patterns no one could comprehend.

The armor covered him entirely.

Extending over his mouth and nose—

Leaving only his crimson red eyes and long black hair visible.

Everything else… was consumed by the armor.

From his arms, crimson blades extended.

Two from his hands.

Two from his elbows.

A form made for dueling.

And nothing else.

The Yaksha Form.

”Try to endure for as long as you can,” Agaroth said, his voice cold, echoing from behind the mask.

”Iʼm not skilled enough… to fully restrain this formʼs power.”

He raised one of the bladed arms.

And in an instant—

The blade extended.

Like a metallic beam, slicing through everything in its path.

Nameless evaded by a hairʼs breadth.

The blade continued endlessly… before snapping back to its original size, as if nothing had happened.

Agaroth struck again.

A horizontal slash.

The crimson blade extended once more.

This was no sword strike.

It was something else entirely.

Nameless barely avoided it again.

But the moon beneath him was not as fortunate.

The blade extended—

And carved through it.

Splitting a massive portion apart.

Nameless countered.

He struck Agaroth.

The King blocked with one of his blades, then twisted his body at an impossible angle, striking from Namelessʼ blind spot.

Nameless turned instantly.

He blocked.

But dozens of strikes followed immediately, forcing him backward.

The two clashed at an ever-increasing speed.

Each exchange faster than the last.

Nameless was still as skilled as ever.

But the difference between past and present…

Was that Agaroth could now match him with the blade.

No—

He surpassed him.

Driving him back.

Nameless expanded the Kingʼs Domain, attempting to track and respond more effectively.

But the Kingʼs speed in this form transcended all limits.

Even the void eyes struggled ... pushed to their absolute limit just to keep up.

The crimson blades carved into Namelessʼ body again and again.

And there was no regeneration.

Those blades were forged by fusing multiple world-breaking abilities.

An unbreakable metal.

The battle had completely shifted.

The moment Agaroth released that form.

And seeing it—

Nameless began to wonder.

If this was merely one of the cards Agaroth had hidden…

Then how many more remained?

How many weapons had he yet to reveal?

Was there truly a limit… to his power?

The King was enjoying himself.

Completely.

There was no sign of threat.

He did not feel his life was in danger… not even for a moment.

And that realization—

Crushed any remaining chance of victory.

As they exchanged blows, Nameless understood this more clearly than anything else.

ʼI know… I cannot defeat him.ʼ

The thought echoed within his mind.

Frey—lost within the darkness—heard it clearly.

ʼBut I have no choice… but to fight.ʼ

Within Namelessʼ grasp—

Countless souls remained trapped.

The souls of the dead, bound by his manipulation of life and death.

ʼIf I fall… they will all die.ʼ

ʼSo I have no choice… but to endure until the end.ʼ

Did he have a plan?

No.

Was there any chance of victory?

No.

That was what the void eyes showed him.

And yet—

The current of fate continued.

And no one could predict its end.

Nameless kept fighting.

At the same time, searching.

For a way to turn the tide.

For a way out of the impossible.

The pressure was overwhelming.

Crushing.

And yet—

He fought. Until the very end.

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