Chapter 391: “FACE THE WRATH OF HEAVEN!”

OHHHHHHMMMMMM!

The spectral Titan responded, lifting its enormous arm as an extraordinary quantity of Force gathered around its open palm.

Within moments, a three-kilometer-wide hand began materializing beneath the gigantic phantom, its five spectral fingers spreading across the sky while the surrounding atmosphere distorted beneath the physical pressure radiating from its surface.

The manifestation continued gathering Force, becoming increasingly dense as Luke poured more energy into it through his main body and both Vorthar clones.

At the same time, the Cosmic Heart assimilated within his body continued beating, pumping additional energy through his Titan physique to sustain the terrifying technique.

THUMP! THUMP!

Each pulse sent another surge of power into the spectral palm, while the ten Cosmic Heart copies maintained their control over the crimson star suspended above the battlefield.

Luke's muscles tightened beneath Valzareth as he prepared to release the attack, feeling the enormous burden of controlling so much Force through his current D-Rank body.

However, he had no intention of stopping.

"First Move: Heaven's Palm"

VMMMMMMMM!

The three-kilometer hand began descending.

To the Orcs watching from below, its movement initially appeared strangely slow, as though the gigantic palm were gradually lowering itself through the sky.

However, the illusion came from its extraordinary size, since the spectral construct was already moving with terrifying speed, carrying the accumulated Force supplied by Luke's main body, both clones, and the Cosmic Heart.

The immense pressure beneath it caused the air to compress, while violent winds spread across the ruined battlefield as the palm approached the gigantic crimson star.

At that moment, Luke finally shouted.

"FACE THE WRATH OF HEAVEN!"

His right arm moved downward, and the enormous phantom of Azrion responded by driving its hand toward the compressed celestial formation.

"STARFALL!!!"

THAAAAAAM!

Heaven's Palm struck the upper surface of the gigantic crimson sun.

For an instant, the star's outer layers distorted beneath the impact, sending violent waves of red and golden-white energy spreading across its surface.

Then the entire celestial body lurched downward.

RUMMMMMMMMMBLE!

The three-kilometer palm continued pressing against the star, forcing the already compressed celestial energy toward the battlefield with rapidly increasing momentum.

Its surface became increasingly unstable, with brilliant fissures of golden-white light spreading through the surrounding crimson radiance as the enormous quantity of energy within it struggled to remain contained.

The surrounding atmosphere immediately began heating.

Across the battlefield, loose stones trembled and fractured beneath the descending pressure, while the remaining trees bent violently as waves of burning wind swept through their branches.

KRRRRAAAACK! FWHOOOOOSH!

The enormous ancestral phantoms standing beneath the falling star began staggering, their crimson bodies trembling as the pressure descended upon them.

Several tried to retreat, but the crowded formations made it difficult to escape, especially with the ancestral dome restricting the surrounding region.

"WHAT IS THAT?!"

"THE SUN IS FALLING!"

"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!!!"

Terrified shouts erupted throughout the Orc army as the warriors finally understood what Luke had unleashed.

Even the eight Peak B-Rank commanders stopped trying to reach him.

They could sense that the descending attack had already surpassed their combined strength, and continuing their charge would only place them directly beneath the concentrated celestial energy.

"EVERYONE, DEFEND YOURSELVES!" Brukha screamed, desperately gathering ancestral energy around her two-hundred-foot phantom.

Gurvak immediately crossed his enormous arms, while Brakka raised both battleaxes above her head and Uzgor drove his spear into the ground, attempting to stabilize his defensive position.

Drukon hurriedly began chanting protective incantations, his staff releasing crimson markings that spread toward the nearby commanders as they gathered their remaining strength.

OHHHHMMMM!

Defensive barriers erupted across the battlefield.

Thousands of ancestral phantoms began channeling their energy into protective techniques, while the lower-ranked Orcs desperately reinforced their formations in an attempt to survive the incoming catastrophe.

Unfortunately, the pressure continued increasing as Heaven's Palm drove the crimson star toward the center of the dome.

The heat was now so intense that the surrounding air appeared to twist, while the red light illuminating the battlefield gradually became brighter.

Some Orcs simply dropped their weapons and stared upward, their faces filled with despair as they watched the gigantic celestial body descend toward them.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

"COMMANDER, SAVE US!"

"PLEASE! STOP THAT THING!"

Their desperate voices mixed with the continuous rumbling of the approaching star, although Luke showed no intention of withdrawing the attack.

After all, he had already committed the combined power of his Cosmic Systems and Azrion's Unwritten Arts to this final strike.

And now, even he couldn't afford to interrupt it carelessly.

Outside the crimson dome, Gorzak, Kroghar, and Vradok were staring at the descending celestial body with expressions of complete disbelief.

They had sensed the extraordinary amount of power gathering earlier, but the moment Heaven's Palm struck the compressed star and forced it downward, the true danger of the attack finally became apparent.

"THIS...!"

Gorzak's voice faltered as he examined the terrifying pressure radiating from the celestial formation.

"HOW CAN A D-RANK HERO RELEASE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"

Kroghar remained silent, his expression becoming increasingly grave as he watched the crimson star approach the ground.

The energy contained within the attack had already reached the level of a half A-Rank existence, and if the compressed celestial body were to release its power completely, the resulting destruction could potentially reduce a region stretching hundreds of kilometers to ruins.

More importantly, the ancestral dome was currently containing that terrifying energy within its boundaries.

If the formation failed under the impact, the consequences would be disastrous.

Vradok finally understood why Luke had gathered so many Cosmic Systems before unleashing Heaven's Palm.

'This madman...!'

For the first time, genuine alarm appeared on the Great Shaman's face.

'He's actually prepared an attack that could kill him along with everyone inside!'

The realization caused Vradok to immediately turn his attention toward the ancestral formation, whose crimson markings had already begun reacting to the pressure gathering within its boundaries.

"Gorzak! Kroghar! Prepare yourselves!"

Hearing his urgent warning, both A-Rank Orcs immediately gathered their energy, understanding that the Great Shaman wouldn't have spoken with such alarm unless the situation had become extremely dangerous.

Meanwhile, Emberlyn was watching the same terrifying sight from her concealed position among the trees.

The moment she sensed the power gathering within the compressed celestial star, her expression changed completely.

'Luke! What are you doing?!'

She had already witnessed his extraordinary abilities throughout their journey, but the attack he was preparing had reached a level that even she couldn't casually withstand.

Worse still, he was releasing it inside a sealed region containing himself.

'Is he seriously planning to destroy the entire formation with everyone inside?!'

Emberlyn immediately began channeling her energy, surrounding herself with protective power as she prepared to withstand the approaching destruction.

OHHHHMMMM!

A dense defensive barrier formed around her hidden position, its surface shimmering faintly as she continued reinforcing it.

However, her worried gaze remained fixed upon Luke's distant figure.

'You'd better survive this, Luke...'

Above the battlefield, the gigantic crimson star was already approaching the ground.

RUMMMMMMMMMBLE!

The descending celestial body illuminated the entire region with an increasingly intense crimson radiance, while Heaven's Palm continued pressing against its upper surface, driving it downward with all the accumulated Force of the Atlas Titan.

The ground beneath the targeted region began sinking even before the attack arrived, while enormous cracks spread outward through the shattered earth as the gravitational pressure increased.

KRRRRRRAAAAAACK!

The ancestral phantoms standing near the center struggled to maintain their defensive formations, their enormous bodies trembling as crimson energy erupted from their tattoos.

"EVERYONE, HOLD THE DEFENSE!"

"POUR EVERYTHING INTO THE FORMATION!"

Several Peak B-Rank commanders roared their orders, desperately reinforcing their protective barriers while the lower-ranked Orcs followed with whatever strength they could gather.

Unfortunately, their defenses were already beginning to strain beneath the approaching celestial energy.

Golden-white cracks appeared across several protective barriers, while others trembled violently as the pressure descended upon them.

The gigantic crimson sun continued falling.

Its burning surface was now close enough to illuminate every crack in the ruined ground, while the shadow of Heaven's Palm stretched across the upper portion of the dome.

For an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to fall into a strange silence beneath the overwhelming pressure.

Then the compressed star reached the ground.

THAAAAAAM!

The first contact occurred at the center of the battlefield, where the burning celestial surface touched the fractured earth.

And at that exact instant, the compressed energy within the star erupted.

FWHAAAAAAAAAASH!

An extraordinary flash of golden-white light burst outward, spreading across the interior of the crimson dome with such speed that the surrounding battlefield disappeared beneath its brilliance before anyone could properly react.

The gigantic star released the combined energy of the eleven Cosmic Systems, while Heaven's Palm continued pressing downward, forcing that destructive power into the ground.

For a fraction of a second, the entire region beneath the dome became brighter than daylight, its forests, shattered buildings, ancestral phantoms, and countless Orc warriors vanishing within the expanding radiance.

Even the crimson barrier itself was illuminated from within, its dark red surface suddenly appearing almost white as the destructive energy pressed against every section of the formation.

Then came the sound.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A horrifying explosion erupted from the center of the battlefield, releasing a thunderous sound that spread far beyond the sealed region and echoed throughout Bravaryn.

RUMMMMMMMMMBLE!

The earth trembled beneath the impact, while the surrounding atmosphere shook as waves of destructive force continued expanding from the point where the celestial star had struck.

High above the battlefield, the three A-Rank Orcs instinctively raised their arms against the blinding radiance.

However, even through the overwhelming light, they could see the crimson dome beginning to change.

The ancient markings circulating across its surface suddenly accelerated, flashing violently as the ancestral formation struggled to contain the energy erupting within.

VMMMMMMMM!

Then a thin crack appeared along its upper section.

KRRRKKK!

Vradok's expression changed immediately.

'Impossible!'

Before he could react, the crack spread.

KRRRRRAAAAAACK!

More fractures appeared across the crimson surface, branching outward in different directions as the internal pressure continued increasing.

Within moments, the entire dome was covered in glowing cracks, its ancient markings flickering erratically as the formation's structure began failing.

"THE FORMATION!" Gorzak shouted, staring at the spreading fractures with horror.

Unfortunately, his warning came too late.

KRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASH!!!

The crimson dome finally shattered.

Its gigantic curved surface broke apart into innumerable fragments of red light, which scattered across the sky before being swallowed by the brilliant energy erupting from the battlefield below.

OHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM!

The moment the barrier disappeared, the light contained within it surged outward, expanding beyond the former boundaries of the formation as the remaining destructive energy continued spreading.

Gorzak, Kroghar, and Vradok stared toward the region where their army had been gathered only moments earlier.

However, the intense golden-white radiance had completely swallowed everything beneath them, making it impossible to distinguish the battlefield, the surviving Orcs, or even the Hero responsible for the catastrophe.

The three A-Rank leaders could only watch as the blinding light continued expanding across the region, while the thunderous rumble of the explosion echoed through Bravaryn.

And within that brilliance, no one could tell what had happened to Luke or the millions of Orcs trapped inside the formation.