Chapter 205: Attacking Skadi’s Border
He unleashed the Concept, which was far above the laws.
As soon as he did, the world dimmed.
The Laws themselves screamed.
The Twin Saints felt their connection to their own power... falter. For the first time in centuries, their flawless synchrony wavered.
"ROARRRRRRR!"
The dragon lunged, fangs dripping with the energy of annihilated realms, tearing straight toward the Saint of Creation.
"Brother!" the Saint of Destruction intercepted, swinging his blade—a weapon said to have slain gods. The clash rang like the death knell of worlds. The impact hurled the dragon back, but its maw was already curling into a vicious grin.
Igaris stood atop the Dragon Monarch’s head, completely unfazed.
"Good... show me more."
The Twin Saints’ faces hardened. They no longer saw an arrogant upstart. They saw a sovereign who could meet their impossible laws head-on.
And yet, they still had not revealed their true form.
The Saint of Creation raised his hand, summoning a blinding sun forged from the first spark of existence.
The Saint of Destruction extended his palm, birthing a black hole large enough to swallow cities whole.
Side by side, they spoke in unison.
"Duality’s End."
The sun and black hole merged into a single, spiraling sphere of chaos—Creation feeding Destruction, Destruction fueling Creation, an eternal cycle compressed into a weapon that could erase even saints from history.
They launched it at Igaris.
But Igaris... smiled. The Fight was just getting interesting.
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Below, his five-million-strong army of Angels, Mechas, Summoners, Martial Warriors, Spirit Beasts, and all World Divers stood in awe. The sky rumbled, tears split the void, the sun and moon dimmed, and the ocean surged in chaotic waves. It was as if a natural apocalypse had descended upon Orca.
"Is this how Saints fight? We are nothing but dust before them..." a young soldier murmured, his voice trembling under the crushing pressure above.
"I just hope our Overlord wins... because only he can show us the right path," an elderly martial warrior sighed.
Shirley and Evernight could only watch and pray. No matter how hard they tried, they could never catch up to him.
Their hearts yearned to fight by his side, yet there was a limit they could not cross.
"Igaris... you must return victorious."
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The void above Orca was already fractured from the first exchange, yet the moment Igaris shifted his stance, the cracks deepened like shattered glass under unbearable strain.
The Twin Saints roared, one weaving the luminous threads of Creation into shields and blooming fortresses of light, the other brandishing the blackened scythe of Destruction that erased anything it touched. Together, their power churned the sky into a maelstrom of white and black.
Igaris stood amidst the chaos, the Soul Darkness Dragon Monarch coiling protectively around him. Its abyssal scales pulsed with malice, each breath it exhaled spilling waves of corrupted void that devoured both light and shadow alike.
[ Abyssal Convergence ]
The dragon’s jaws opened, swallowing the incoming fortress whole, breaking it apart in a soundless implosion. The air rippled. The scythe of Destruction followed immediately, slicing down from above. Igaris lifted the Monarch, intercepting the blow with a clang that resonated across the city, splitting the clouds apart. Sparks of annihilation sprayed in all directions, each one capable of erasing mountains.
"You cannot win!" the Saint of Creation declared, his voice echoing with divine command.
"That’s the thing..." Igaris’ eyes narrowed, the Architect’s Eyes glowing like twin stars. "I am not trying to win. I am making sure you never rise again."
With a sweep of his weapon, the Monarch’s coils tightened, ensnaring both Saints. From the sky, streams of abyssal spears rained down, born from the dragon’s wings, pinning the battlefield into a cage of death. The Saints’ Laws raged against it, Creation struggling to repair, Destruction to break free, yet the two clashed as much with each other as with Igaris.
And in that brief fracture of their unity, Igaris struck.
[ World Destroying Finger ]
His finger touched the air. A single point of infinite gravity formed, collapsing the surrounding battlefield inward. The twin Saints screamed as their divine forms were dragged toward the singularity, their Laws unraveling under the crushing inevitability.
The last thing they saw before being consumed was Igaris’ calm expression, lit by the dying light of their power.
The singularity collapsed into nothing. Silence followed.
But the people of Orca knew—this was only the beginning of the storm.
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The skies above Orca were still torn, residual echoes of the battle humming in the bones of every living creature. The air tasted of lightning and burnt divinity.
Then—
[ Congratulations! You have acquired the Law of Genesis (Comprehension 0.01%) ]
[ Congratulations! You have acquired the Law of Ruin (0.01%) ]
Lines of ethereal script burned themselves into reality before Igaris’ eyes. The world itself was acknowledging the impossible: two of the most potent Laws in existence, wrested from the hands of their rightful wielders.
[ Name: Igaris Vance ]
[ Age: 19 ]
[ Power Rank: Saint -1 ]
[ Abilities: Ancient Titan Transformation, Limitless Doppelgangers, Nuclear Fire Manipulation, Space-Time Domain, Soul Eclipse, World Destroying Finger, Undead Recovery, Basic Blademastery, Six Directional Sense, Gale Wings, Iron Fangs, Rock Boulder Throw, Spin-Shell Burst, Lightning Shell, Infernal Tornado, The Architect’s Eyes, Godslayer Sword Style, Kinetic Redirection, Earth Manipulation, Umbral Veil, Phantom Shift ]
[ Laws: Fire (0.05%), Genesis (0.1%), Ruination (0.1%) ]
[ Concepts: Yin-Yang Reversal (Taboo) ]
[ Traits: Dimension Sovereign ]
[ Innate Abilities: Infinite Acquisition ]
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The glow in his pupils shifted, a triune storm of Fire, Genesis, and Ruin swirling together in unfathomable harmony. This was more than power—it was rewriting the trajectory of his very fate.
In the timeline he remembered, this was the point where everything began to collapse. He had attacked the Skadi Empire’s foundation, only to be hunted down like a rat, forced to flee through collapsing worlds while the Twin Saints’ laughter echoed behind him.
But now...
He stood atop their corpses.
His path no longer wound toward the pit of desperation. It was climbing—a jagged, bloody ascent toward a throne untouched by time or destiny.
"I was supposed to run from you," Igaris muttered to the broken horizon, his voice low but carrying. "But now, I will burn the Skadi Empire’s foundation and salt the ashes."
The dragon at his side lowered its head, eyes gleaming with understanding.
He wasn’t on the path of ruin anymore.
Now, it was the path of dominion.
And the conquest would go on.
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The first target was the Kingdom of Vardane, one of the 66 vassals of the Skadi Empire. Vast as an Earth-sized continent, it was famed for its fertile plains, silver mines, and defensive cities that had never fallen in the empire’s history.
Vardane’s northern border guard, numbering sixty thousand, formed a defensive wall across the River Aster. Steel pikes bristled, archers lined the walls, and war mages raised barriers of shimmering blue.
Igaris stood at the front, his black cloak snapping in the cold wind. Behind him, a tide of soldiers — a hundred thousand strong at this early stage — waited in silence.
A captain of Vardane shouted from the walls.
"Turn back, invader! This border is sealed in the name of His Majesty Skadi!"
Igaris didn’t respond. His palm lifted, fingers curling slightly.
Instantly a sphere of white spiraled into existence — Nuclear Fireball— and the sky dimmed unnaturally. Screams rose from the Vardane lines as the orb detonated, swallowing their mage shields and reducing hundreds to ash.
"Advance."
The river crossing turned red within minutes. Those who resisted were cut down, those who fled were hunted.
The moment Igaris’ banner appeared on the horizon, it was as if the wind itself carried his declaration — "I claim this land."
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Word of the border massacre traveled faster than Igaris’ army. Entire villages abandoned their homes and fled south. Nobles who once boasted of Vardane’s strength locked their gates and sent frantic messages to the capital.
Within days, five border cities had fallen. The speed of Igaris’ march was unmatched — his army split into dozens of mobile divisions, striking multiple targets at once.
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Now for the final resistance.
Vardane’s royal army, numbering 5 million, gathered around the capital, Vellicor City. It was their final stand.
For two days, the battle raged across the plains. Godslayer Sword Style carved through knights in golden armor, while siege beasts under Igaris’ banner, smashed through enemy formations.
A final push shattered the capital’s gates. The king of Vardane, armored in silver, personally led a charge toward Igaris.
The clash lasted only seconds. Igaris caught the king’s sword with two fingers, shattered it, and drove his palm into the monarch’s chest. The king crumpled without a sound.
The city surrendered within the hour.
The Kingdom of Vardane was conquered from jaws of Skadi Empire.
But it was not the end.
Kingdom after Kingdom.
The conquest was unstoppable. Every victory swelled his ranks with conscripts and defectors. Other vassal states sent spies and assassins, but none returned.
By the end of the third month, Igaris commanded an army two hundred million strong — a force greater than any single Skadi vassal had ever fielded.