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Om-! ! !
An unprecedented, viscous, liquid-like torrent of purplish-black energy surged forth from its body, instantly pouring into the cracked light shield! The spiderweb-like cracks, under the infusion of the purplish-black energy, began to heal at a visible speed! The strength of the light shield rapidly recovered, becoming even more solid than before! Simultaneously, an even more chaotic and bizarre force field instantly intensified, like countless invisible tentacles, tightly binding Vegeta's body and energy, frantically absorbing, twisting, and transforming them!
Vegeta felt his silvery-white energy disappear into the sea like mud, being frantically swallowed by the purplish-black torrent! Even more terrifying, a sense of weakness originating from the very source of life, accompanied by intense pain, began to erode his will! The cracks in the light shield were rapidly shrinking!
"It's absorbing Vegeta's energy! To repair itself!" Android 18's cold voice carried an unprecedented urgency. She tried to use her energy cannon to attack other parts of the shield from a distance, but the energy beams were still quickly twisted, decomposed, and absorbed when they approached the shield, like stones sinking into the sea, and even made the shield shine brighter! She stopped instantly, realizing that the ranged attack was just aiding the enemy.
"Damn it! Physical attacks are ineffective, energy attacks are absorbed, and even the power of time is being plundered... This thing is simply..." Little Te looked at his brother's skeletal leg and then at his father struggling in front of the light barrier, his blood gushing out. A sense of despair washed over him like a cold tide.
"No! There's still a chance!" Lin Ye roared, his gaze sweeping across the still-unhealed cracks around Vegeta's impact point like a highly precise scanner. Through the gaps raging with turbulent energy, he saw it! Inside the protective barrier, not far from Bulma, a "main umbilical cord," thicker than the others and shimmering with a deep purple light at its core, connected the altar base to the Planet Eater infant! Countless tiny energy veins flowed into it from the other umbilical cords; it was like the heart and central nervous system of the entire "placental" system!
"Weak point! The biggest one! The purplish-black umbilical cord!" Lin Ye pointed inside the light shield, his voice resolute. "It's the core of energy transmission and the maintenance of rules! Vegeta! Goku! Attack it! Only by attacking from the inside can it be destroyed!"
Goku instantly understood! His eyes flashed with golden light, and an unprecedented golden aura instantly gathered around his body! "I understand! Vegeta! Hold on! Make a way for me!"
Vegeta heard it! A resolute clarity flashed in his crimson pupils! He no longer tried to force his way through the entire light barrier, but instead concentrated all his power and all his will into that single point in his fist! Burning his life! Surpassing his limits!
"Break...for me!!!"
Vegeta's right fist, wrapped in compressed silver-white light, slammed into the largest crack in the light barrier once again, like a divine hammer that split the heavens and the earth!
Boom--!!!
This time, the sound of shattering was earth-shattering! Under Vegeta's ultimate attack, fueled by his life force, the crack was finally torn open, leaving a fist-sized, extremely unstable hole! The energy at the edge of the hole twisted and splashed wildly like boiling magma! Vegeta's right fist was instantly mangled, his silvery-white aura dimmed considerably, and he was thrown back violently from the point of impact, as if all his strength had been drained!
"Now! Kakarot!" Vegeta roared with his last ounce of strength as he was thrown backward.
"Kaioken! Twenty times!!!" Goku was already poised to unleash his power! The golden aura instantly turned a violent crimson! His figure transformed into a red-gold lightning bolt that tore through space and time, reaching an unprecedented peak of speed! His target was the energy hole that Vegeta had torn open with his life!
Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.
At the critical moment, Sun Wukong's figure, like the most accurate bullet, pierced through the closing hole filled with raging, violent energy!
He entered the light shield!
A viscous, icy, and nauseating aura of evil instantly enveloped him, and chaotic force fields of rules pierced his body and soul like countless steel needles. But his eyes were fixed on his target—the "main umbilical cord" that connected the altar to the Star Eater infant, shimmering with a deep purple light!
"Kamehameha!!!"
Without any hesitation! Sun Wukong brought his hands together at his waist, and crimson-gold flames surged wildly into his palms! An unprecedented azure energy sphere, embodying all his power at this moment and his determination to protect the Earth and his companions, suddenly shone brightly in the viscous darkness! Like a star of hope born from chaos!
The energy ball was aimed at that deadly purplish-black umbilical cord!
The light of destruction is about to erupt!
Chapter 248: Blood Against the Current
A violent energy storm tore at every inch of the temple. Silver flames burned and surged wildly around Vegeta, each breath sending scorching waves of distorted air into their depths. His silver hair stood on end, like burning, cold flames. His crimson eyes were fixed on Bulma in the center of the altar; the writhing umbilical cord around her neck was greedily drawing something from her, each pulse draining the color from her face, and the suffocating pain caused her body to convulse violently.
"Give me..." Vegeta's voice was like a chilling wind sweeping from the depths of hell, each word carrying a destructive will. His right arm snapped back, muscles bulging to their limit, as if to tear space itself apart. In his palm, the wildly spinning ball of destructive energy abruptly collapsed inward, mercilessly swallowing light, dust, and even sound, instantly forming a dark, cold, miniature black hole radiating immense suction! "...Let her go!"
The black hole was violently ejected, leaving a black trail that devoured light, and crashed into the dazzling light shield that enveloped the altar.
boom--! ! !
There was no earth-shattering explosion. Only a teeth-grinding, creaking sound, as if space itself was being forcibly torn apart. The light shield flickered violently, then caved inward, creating a huge, irregular crater. Countless fine cracks instantly spread across the surface of the light shield like a spiderweb, emitting a mournful cry of impending destruction.
Just as the earth-shattering shockwave swept across the entire temple, the writhing umbilical cord around Bulma's neck suddenly tightened! Like an enraged venomous snake, it constricted into her flesh!
"Ugh—!" Bulma's eyes bulged out instantly, a broken sob escaped her throat, her body was lifted upwards by an invisible force, her feet left the ground, she struggled and convulsed violently, her face rapidly turning from deathly pale to a terrifying bluish-purple.
"No!" Lin Ye's roar was almost distorted. In an instant, all his strength poured into his right arm, and the longsword flowing with fragments of time flew out of his hand, transforming into a silver lightning bolt that tore through space! The target was neither the light shield nor the infant, but the altar base—the place where the blood-red runes were about to light up completely!
The sword light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, pierced with unparalleled precision into the swirling, viscous dark light emanating from the altar's base!
puff!
A strange, muffled thud. The Time Sword sank deep into the altar rock, and ripples of silver light, distorting the surrounding scenery, spread out from the blade.
In the center of the altar, the curled-up, slime-covered Star-Eating Infant seemed to be stung by the sword blade containing the power of time, and its tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!
Those were pure, deep, completely black pupils, devoid of any white or reflection! Like two holes leading to nothingness, they coldly reflected the horrified faces in the temple.
Om-!
The entire altar base was instantly engulfed by blinding crimson light! Countless ancient, twisted runes, exuding an ominous aura, surged forth from the depths of the floor tiles like living creatures, spreading and connecting! A crimson magic circle covering the entire altar area instantly took shape! A strong smell of rust filled the air, and deeper within, there was the sharp, mournful cry of time itself being brutally torn apart!
The time anchor point has been activated! Bulma's body trembled violently at the center of the magic circle, as if she were about to melt into the blood-red light.
"Bulma!" Future Trunks's mechanical arm emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound as he lunged like an arrow towards the center of the frantically spinning crimson magic circle, towards the densest and most core rune node beneath Bulma's feet!
"Replace her with my timeline!" His roar was metallic and resolute. The mechanical arm, gleaming with a cold light, plunged downwards!
scoff!
The tip of the robotic arm, like a red-hot branding iron, pierced fiercely into the core of the rune, which was surging with blood-red light! A piercing crackling sound of electricity exploded.
Om-!
A blood-red countdown rune suddenly lit up in the center of Future Trunks' chest—60:00!
Almost at the same instant the rune lit up, his weathered face, thick arms, and even the skin all over his body instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks! Fine beads of blood seeped out from the cracks, turning him into a blood-soaked figure in the blink of an eye! His body trembled violently, as if it would completely disintegrate at any moment! He used his flesh and machines to firmly pin himself to the rune core, replacing Bulma as the new target locked by the time anchor!
"Dad! Take Bulma away!" Trunks's roar followed immediately! He saw his own tragic sacrifice in the future, and without the slightest hesitation, the Hero's Sword he gripped tightly in both hands erupted with a dazzling golden flame, and slashed fiercely at the umbilical cord that was tightly wrapped around Bulma's neck!
Swish!
The sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, and the tough umbilical cord snapped instantly! A viscous black liquid spurted from the break.
Bulma's body suddenly relaxed, and she softly fell backward.
"Success!" Just as a flash of wild joy appeared in the young Trunks' eyes, a sudden change occurred!
laugh!
A jet-black spike emerged silently from the shadows of the altar, faster than the eye could see! Without warning, it pierced through the back of young Trunks, carrying thick black blood and fragments of internal organs, and emerged from his abdomen! The immense impact sent him staggering forward several steps.
Trunks' body stiffened abruptly, the excruciating pain causing his vision to blacken instantly. He glanced down at the gruesome wound in his abdomen, thick, black blood gushing from a smooth, black tube. He jerked his head up, looking at Vegeta catching Bulma, and roared with his last breath, "Go—!"
Vegeta's figure was like a ghost; the instant Trunks was pierced, he appeared on Bulma's falling trajectory. He stretched out his arms, his movements almost cautious, a stark contrast to his ferocious power, and steadily caught the limp, unconscious body.
Bulma's icy body temperature emanated through her combat suit, and the deep purple ligature mark on her neck was glaringly obvious.
“Bastard…” Vegeta growled, his voice hoarse. The muscles in his arms, which were holding Bulma, bulged and trembled slightly. The soaring silver aura seemed to have been doused with ice water, shaking violently, contracting, and finally extinguishing completely. His wildly dancing silver hair lost all its luster, quickly fading back to its original black, and hung down limply. A tremendous weariness and something deeper instantly overwhelmed the raging Saiyan rage.
"Brother!" Young Trunks' eyes widened in horror! He saw young Trunks pierced through, and future Trunks on the verge of collapse amidst the blood! An immense grief and rage exploded in his chest!
"Aaaaah—!" The young Trunks roared like a beast, his golden aura erupting like a volcano, shooting straight towards the temple dome! The sword in his hand became the core that stirred up the storm!
"Sword Formation! Activate!"
hum!hum!hum!
Dozens, even hundreds, of condensed, almost tangible golden sword lights appeared out of thin air, emitting deafening sword cries! They instantly formed a massive three-dimensional sword array covering the entire altar area! The sword tips all pointed towards the crimson rune in the center that was frantically draining Future Trunks' life force!
Young Trunks hovered in the center of the sword formation, his hands forming a hand seal, his face displaying a determination beyond his years: "Time Backlash... Come here!"
Boom——!
The sword formation erupted with blinding golden light! A visible, chilling gray turbulence, mixed with blood-red threads, was forcibly deflected by an invisible giant hand and violently pulled out from Future Trunks! This chaotic power of time roared, like a flood bursting its banks, and crashed into young Trunks and the sword formation he was supporting!
"Pfft!" The young Trunks' body trembled violently, blood gushing from his seven orifices! The golden sword array shook violently, its light flickering, groaning under its strain. He was using his body and will to forcibly withstand this backlash powerful enough to tear apart gods!
"Omega!" Lin Ye's figure blurred into a blur, his target aimed directly at the Star-Eating Infant in the center of the altar, emitting a piercing wail! He summoned the Time Sword back into his hand, its tip condensing a point of cold light capable of freezing time! He had to stop it!
A cold glint pierced the air, aiming straight for the baby's twisted head!
clang--! ! !
A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out! The Time Sword, less than a foot from the infant's head, was firmly blocked by an invisible, absolutely solid barrier! The tip of the sword trembled violently, creating visible ripples in space!
"Roar—!!!" The Star-Eating Infant let out a piercing, soul-tearing wail as its body violently expanded and contracted!
Click!Click!
A chilling cracking sound rang out. Deep, black fissures appeared on the baby's mucus-covered skin! Thick, petroleum-like black liquid, emitting a strong, foul odor, gushed out of the cracks like boiling asphalt!
These black slimes floated, gathered, and wriggled eerily! They rapidly condensed and shaped in the air, stretching out into a tall, slender, inhuman silhouette!
Lin Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented chill instantly froze his limbs and bones. He exerted all his strength, and the Time Sword erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant silver light, frantically cutting through the invisible barrier, but only stirring up more violent ripples and ear-piercing friction sounds.
That's too late!
The last drop of black slime merged into the humanoid silhouette. It stood up completely. The slime covering its entire body quickly solidified and hardened, transforming into a jet-black armor that shimmered with a dark metallic sheen. Its face had no features, only a smooth expanse of darkness.
An indescribable pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the entire temple! The air instantly became as thick as lead, and gravity seemed to increase a hundredfold or a thousandfold, causing everyone still fighting and struggling to freeze in place! The temple's magnificent stone pillars groaned under the weight, and fine cracks spread upwards from their bases!
The golden light of the sword formation supported by young Trunks flickered violently, like a candle burning in the wind. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously. The countdown on Future Trunks' chest flashed wildly, more blood seeping from beneath his cracked skin. Young Trunks knelt on one knee, pressing hard against the piercing wound in his abdomen, black blood gushing from between his fingers, his face ashen white. Vegeta, holding Bulma, was slightly hunched over by the oppressive force, his black hair hanging limply in the heavy air, only his eyes, fixed on the dark humanoid figure before him, burned with an inextinguishable rage.
"You lost."
A voice arose. There was no source; it was as if the temple itself was whispering, or as if countless overlapping, cold, emotionless voices were resounding directly into the depths of everyone's soul.
With this sound, the humanoid Omega—or perhaps it should be called Omega itself at this moment—slowly raised its arms.
Silently, twelve enormous wings of light suddenly unfurled behind it! Each wing was pure and dazzling, as if carved from the purest crystal, radiating a holy yet extremely cold glow!
However, what this sacred light illuminates is endless destruction!
On each wing of light, a terrifying vision of a universe heading towards its end was clearly reflected: some universes were covered by endless ice, stars frozen, and life transformed into eternal ice sculptures; some universes were engulfed by raging flames, stars exploding one after another, and galaxies turning to ashes in a sea of fire; some universes were eroded by a writhing, all-consuming dark void, where matter and light were annihilated amidst screams; and some universes were entangled by twisted mechanical tentacles, where countless life forms on metallic planets were assimilated into cold gears in despair…
Twelve distinctly different, yet equally despairing, apocalyptic visions of the universe flowed and swirled silently on the wings of light. The lingering turbulent energy within the temple was completely quelled and subdued the moment the wings of light unfolded.
Vegeta's teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding, and the veins on his arm, which was holding Bulma, bulged. The Time Sword in Lin Ye's hand trembled slightly. All three Trunks felt that suffocating despair that transcended everything.
Omega’s smooth, featureless face turned toward them, and a cold, indifferent gaze swept over them as if they were dust.
"The struggle is over." The overlapping, emotionless voice sounded again. "Your universe will join this eternal final chapter."
Chapter 249: Wings of the End
"Click!"
The crisp cracking sound carried a lingering sense of despair. The sword array that young Trunks had painstakingly constructed crumbled like fragile glass before the outstretched fingertips of the light-winged Omega. There was no explosion, only silent disintegration. The shards of the lightsaber transformed into a cold rain of death, reflecting on the boy's pale face and incredulous pupils.
"I am the God of the End."
The sound was no longer singular, but a cacophony of the wails of billions of souls, cold and heavy, striking the hearts of every survivor and freezing the air. The light-winged Omega hovered amidst the shattered rain of swords, its wings, condensed from the energy of laws, slowly unfurling, the annihilating aura at their edges silently tearing through space. It ignored Trunks completely.
The left wing, those wings of light symbolizing the end, swept across the airspace where the young Tekes was located with elegance and indifference, like the scythe of death.
The young man, Tekes, froze in his charging stance. Skin, flesh, combat suit, weapons—all turned a deathly gray in a fraction of a second. A lifelike stone statue crashed heavily onto the cracked earth.
"Tarkex!" The young Trunks roared, his voice filled with tearing pain.