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Chapter 847 Endless Struggle (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 847 Endless Struggle (2)

A world fated to witness the end of a conspiracy that had endured for thousands of years.

Without delay, the three pursued Gehrman.

While above Earth, the battle continued to rage—time itself seeming to flow differently between the two realms.

The Demon King tore through the Devourers of Chaos one after another, slaughtering them with overwhelming brutality.

Their blood rained down upon the land, pooling into rivers as he advanced toward the Great One.

”I thought you were nothing but slaves to that wretched entity,” Agaroth snarled.

”Since when did you gain the freedom to act on your own will?!”

The Great One met his blow head-on, unleashing an immense surge of aura.

”We are still slaves… that much is true,” he replied evenly.

”But as you can see… I am a little different.”

Agaroth responded by fusing two world-breaking abilities and unleashing a wave of darkness directly at him—

yet the attack dissipated before it could even make contact.

That was when realization dawned.

”My ability… is Oblivion.”

A strange and terrifying power.

It erased his name ...and his very existence ... from the minds of all beings.

Even his creator, Odin, had forgotten him… completely erased from memory.

Through that power, the Great One had broken free of his chains, hiding in secrecy for countless years.

It was a dangerous ability.

One that allowed him to nullify the Demon Kingʼs attacks—reducing them to illusions, as though they had never existed at all.

If not for Agarothʼs resistance, even he would have forgotten ever launching them.

Oblivion granted more than that.

It allowed him to manipulate minds themselves—erasing memories, rewriting others in their place.

It was through this power that he had seized control of the Devourer of Chaos—turning it into nothing more than a tool.

A tool… used now to restrain the Demon King.

Agaroth could not comprehend why this Great One had chosen to side with Gehrman and the Shadow Sect.

And the Great One offered no explanation.

He simply attacked.

Relentlessly.

Suppressing the King with everything he had.

”Do you understand what it means to stand against me… Great One?”

Agaroth hurled aside the corpses of the fallen beasts, his body radiating an overwhelming pressure.

”You should have remained hidden.”

”You threw your life away the moment you revealed yourself.”

”I am fully aware,” the Great One replied, unmoved—as if he had accepted this outcome from the very beginning.

Despite his exhaustion, the Demon King still possessed enough power to devastate worlds.

Though his aura reserves had been depleted in his battle with Nameless, he began replenishing them ... absorbing every trace of energy from his surroundings.

His body became like a black hole ...

devouring everything.

”...Agaroth… what a cursed existence you are.”

A pure white aura surged around the Great One—bright as milk foam—forming into towering spears that shot toward the King.

Agaroth countered with shadows, then retaliated with waves of dark fire that scorched vast regions with each release.

The Great One struggled, erecting glass-like barriers to withstand the flames as he was forced backward.

His hollow, dark eyes locked onto Agarothʼs form ...

trying, even once, to peer beyond that moving singularity.

”Where… does all that power come from?”

he wondered.

”It cannot be born from nothing… there must be something behind it…”

A secret… one the Great One of Earth longed to uncover—yet he could not pierce through Agarothʼs existence, nor comprehend the intricate, anomalous structure that defined him.

A twisted, perfect being… one no one could truly understand, save for the one who created him.

ʼAt this rate… I will fall quickly.ʼ

The realization came without resistance. The Great One understood he could not endure long against Agaroth—especially when his abilities, formidable as they were, had never been forged for direct combat.

Even the power of the Last Survivor would not save him now, not when he had revealed himself willingly before eyes that bent fate itself.

ʼBut it is enough… I have fulfilled my role. There is nothing more I need to do.ʼ

He lifted his gaze toward the sky, serenity settling across his face.

ʼTime flows far faster there… in Londor. By the time this battle ends… everything will already be decided.ʼ

And so, Agaroth had been delayed—restrained, kept from interfering.

All that remained… were his subordinates, and they were now Gehrmanʼs burden to bear.

The Great One gave it no further thought. Gehrman, weakened as he was, would have to face them alone.

Ten minutes passed.

By then, the Demon King stood before him once more ... after slaughtering every Devourer of Chaos, after erasing that strange Great One from existence entirely.

Now… it was his turn.

Agaroth towered over him, his body shrouded in darkness, shadows coiling like living things around him.

”Any last words?” the Demon King asked, his tone flat—his expression devoid of interest.

The Great One smiled.

”No.”

He had nothing left to say. His role had been fulfilled.

He had placed his faith in the same path chosen by Frey… and the Shadow Sect.

Now, only the outcome remained.

And death before the Demon King… was simply part of that conclusion.

He accepted it.

But someone else did not.

Just as Agaroth moved to strike, a surge of emerald aura tore through the space between them—splitting earth and void alike, forcing them apart.

”Great One of Earth… did you hide all this time… only to die in such a pitiful way?”

A third presence emerged.

A figure approached from the distance, carrying a katana-like blade with a gleaming golden hilt.

His clothes were worn, blackened. His hair and eyes glowed with a vivid green.

A confident smile rested upon his face, while strange markings pulsed across his body ... radiating power.

”And you are?” Agaroth turned, addressing the newcomer.

The young swordsman took a flawless stance.

”They call me… the Transcendent Ascendant. The fifth among the Seven Great Powers…”

He leapt skyward.

Then descended—cleaving through space itself as he struck.

”The human… Sieghart!!”

Slash—!!

Agaroth blocked the blade with his arm, shadows colliding violently with Sieghartʼs erupting aura.

Their forces crushed against each other—and the Ascendant held his ground before the Demon King.

”A human…?” the Great One murmured in disbelief.

Sieghartʼs sword blurred, weaving with astonishing precision—trapping the King within a storm of countless emerald arcs.

Sensing the weight behind that blade, Agarothʼs smile widened.

”I have faced many powerful foes today.”

”A few escaped my grasp… but many more were buried beneath the earth.”

”And it seems… I shall bury even more.”

His burning fist slammed against Sieghartʼs sword—forcing him back.

Yet the Ascendant recovered instantly, ready to engage once more.

”Come, then. Try to bury me, Demon King.”

”If defeat before you is my fate… then I accept it.”

His aura surged—rising, swelling beyond measure.

”I stood upon this planet the moment you descended… which makes me a target of the force that summoned you, no matter what.”

Green energy spiraled around his blade, intensifying with every passing second.

”I never intended to fight you directly…”

”But I have just witnessed the greatest battle of my life.”

”My blood is boiling… I can no longer hold myself back.”

”If death awaits me… so be it!”

”But before I fall—before I return to the dust…”

”Let me show you… what true humans are capable of!!”

The Great Oneʼs eyes widened.

In that moment, he understood.

True humans…

A hero who had left Earth centuries ago.

”Impossible…”

”Am I truly witnessing the birth of a new lineage… with my own eyes?”

The pinnacle of the new humanity ....

The Transcendent Ascendant, Sieghart.

A warrior who had inherited the innate gift of the Prophet of Humanity…

And now sought to unveil its truth—against the Demon King himself.

The conflict upon Earth reached its apex.

And far away ...

Londor, too, entered its final clash.

The last stand of the Shadow Sect had begun.

An ancient monster, hidden for ages, stepped into the light once more—

A being that had waited for this very moment… to fight again.

A war that twisted the fate of races… and shattered the wills of great warriors.

Old humans. New humans.

The Shadow Sect. The demons. The Great Ones.

The battle for Earth raged on ...

Its echoes reaching even Londor.

And the question remained ...

What end… would this bitter war bring?

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