Epic Of Caterpillar

Chapter 2814 - 2815: Eternal Arsenal, Pantheon Of Steel

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Frank vomited blood, unable to comprehend how his attack had failed. He glared at the floating monster above. His body had grown to five times its original size, now nearly eight meters in length.

Demonic spirit crystals clustered around him, forming a hardened armor. A pair of large, sharp crystal horns jutted from his forehead...

Then, something emerged from his Aura, a massive Spirit Beast, tainted by his Demonic Energy. It had mutated into a Demonic Spirit Beast.

It resembled a ferocious, one-eyed giant forged from ice and fire, radiating potent energy in every direction...

”Hahaha! HAHAHAHAHA! STILL LOOKING DOWN ON THE YOZAKURA FAMILY, BRAT?!”

Frankʼs face twisted as he slowly stood, glaring at the monstrous giant. His Aura was weakening. His healing spells faltered. Spirit energy and demonic energy began to infect his body once more.

”Uugh...! No...! I cannot fall here...!”

”Frank!”

Michael appeared before him in her physical form, shielding him and glaring at the floating giant. Ruby, who had been flying around healing others, quickly returned to his side. Even little Onyx, still unfit for battle, emerged and covered half of his masterʼs body with protective black slime.

”Everyone... thank you for being here...” Frank muttered. His friends were each locked in battle with a Yakuza, risking their lives against overwhelming strength.

”DIEEEE!”

Yozakura Kusogi laughed maniacally, raising his hands to the sky. He gathered an immense mass of demonic and spirit energy, forming a colossal sphere meant to obliterate Frank.

”DEMONIC STAR!”

The giant star plummeted from the heavens. Michael, Ruby, and Onyx unleashed their Auras, combining them to intercept the sphere. Yozakura Kusogi pressed down with all his might.

”DIE! DIE! DIE! DIEEEEE!!!”

”Iʼve trained all this time... and Iʼm going to lose already?!”

Frank forced himself to his feet, staggering toward his Familiars. He downed dozens of potions, forcibly revitalizing his body and replenishing his depleted Mana.

At the same time, he raised his hands. His Aura surged outward.

”No! I wonʼt lose... not now!”

His Magic flared to its fullest. A blazing divine armor enveloped his body. He activated Magic Weapon and Armor Projection, manifesting the [Divine Blazing Heroic Full Body Armor]—a powerful Soul-Bound Magic Armor once wielded by Sol, now traced by Frank.

The power of a traced item was never equal to the original. It was merely a copy.

But that was enough for Frank.

Because he could make many.

Spells erupted. Skills intertwined.

Then, a name echoed within him as dozens of weapons materialized, warping space around him.

”W-What...?!”

Yozakura Kusogiʼs eyes widened in disbelief. Something strange was happening, dozens of legendary weapons Frank had traced, and others he had recreated through mana and imagination, began to manifest...

Not dozens—hundreds.

Frankʼs Magic Circuits ignited, burning through his body. He sacrificed his own lifeforce, his very soul, as the weapons shaped both his body and spirit.

”W-What is he doing?!”

All battles across the field came to a halt. The Yakuzas and Frankʼs allies alike felt a dreadful chill crawling down their spines.

Only Kireina smiled, surprised.

”I see... so youʼve achieved it too, Frank? Through your own System... youʼve reached Manifestation.”

RUMBLE!

The world distorted as the Demonic Star descended. Michael alone held it back, but her spiritual form began to unravel.

CLANK!

CLANK!

CLANK!

Everyone heard it—within Frankʼs very Soul, a forge hammered endlessly, crafting weapon after weapon, reproducing them without end.

This was who he was. A copycat. A fraud. He had no true power of his own, no legend, no origin...

So he embraced it—and elevated it to its highest form.

In that moment, Frank shattered the wall that had long blocked his true evolution.

”I am the forge of forgotten gods, the echo of every warriorʼs last breath.”

”From the obsidian clubs of the underworld to the celestial bows of the skyborn, I summon the legacy of battle itself.”

Space warped. Hundreds—then thousands—of weapons appeared.

”I-Impossible...! W-What is this?!”

”My soul is a vault of vengeance. My will, the architect of annihilation. Come forth, Eternal Arsenal—let the Pantheon of Steel awaken!”

Frankʼs eyes gleamed with divinity. The Eternal Arsenal had manifested—his true and only power, forged through grief, pain, and agony.

RUMBLE!

The weapons surged toward his enemy, impaling him from every direction.

”GAAAAHHHH!”

The monstrous demon retaliated with everything he had—punching, kicking, summoning dozens of Demon Stars.

But it was futile.

The original star was cleaved apart by a spiraling golden spear.

BOOOM!

Then came more—legendary sun blades, heroic swords once wielded by divine warriors, spears of demons and angels. Every weapon Frank had seen, traced, or imagined now took form.

Yozakura Kusogi tried to flee, his face twisted in terror. He soared into the sky—but thousands of weapons met him, impaling his body and detonating.

”AAAAAGH! GET AWAY! GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAYYYYY!!!”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The explosions were relentless. His once-impenetrable body cracked, then shattered. His Spirit Demonic Beast roared and lunged at Frank.

Frank raised one arm—and manifested a titan of steel, forged from weapons.

His entire body blazed with red circuits. Blood poured from all seven orifices, yet he did not yield.

Weapons pierced the titanʼs body again and again. Ice and fire crystals shattered, exploding into massive fragments.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

From afar, Kireina watched in awe. This Frank had manifested a power the one she knew never had. The trials of this world had brought him closer to the truth.

Yozakura Kusogi, unable to resist, plummeted from the sky. He crashed to the ground, impaled by hundreds of weapons. His body cracked apart, nearly crystallized from within.

His Spirit Beast collapsed. Two large crystal hearts fell, and within them, Frank saw two humanoid figures...

”...?”

Kireinaʼs eyes widened. She rushed forward, only for a Yakuza to panic and attack her.

Her gaze sharpened. She sidestepped, then countered—impaling his chest with her sword, which radiated an aura of purple, red, and black roses.

CRASH!

”G-Gaaah?!”

”You lowered your guard.”

”Y-You!”

The Yakuza lunged, but Kireina evaded and kicked him square in the face. His Spirit Beast leapt to strike, but a giant wolf collapsed as a massive hand of Aura slammed it down.

It was her Claws of Demise—manifested without Skill, Technique, or System. They emerged as part of her evolving, unique Martial Arts.

She could only create two. They were extensions of her own Aura, unlike any other. These Claws of Demise were forged from her Intent, Consciousness, Ki, and Mana—pure and untainted.

They held no Demonic Energy and only traces of Chaos Power. They were the embodiment of her Martial Arts, made manifest in the world.

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