Fairy Tail: Shinigami

Chapter 299:

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[Adam C. POV.]

Two down, two more to go.

The two most difficult ones. There was something about them that... didn't sit well with me. Just like with Pernidas. The difference was I hadn't given Pernidas a chance to become difficult to deal with, had I let the fight go on, he would've probably become a nightmare to deal with.

Regardless of that, the point still stood. Both Lille Barro and Gerard Valkyrie were going to be a bit harder to handle than the last two.

Before that, however, I need to get rid of Askin's poison, just in case.

With a twisted grin on my face, I raised my blade to my wrists and sliced through them, releasing the toxic blood that had been coursing through my veins until now. For a moment, I watched as it spilled onto the ground, before turning my gaze to them. "How kind of you to wait."

Lille Barro's eyes blazed with fury as he raised his wings, firing a barrage of rapid shots at me. His expression twisted into one of mocking piety. "You would desecrate your own flesh in the presence of God's own messenger? You are beyond salvation, fool."

I snorted, dodging his shots. As easy as it was to dodge his attacks, I had to give it to him, his power was quite deadly.

"Don't forget about me!" Gerard laughed, moving behind me as he swung his sword, cleaving through the air with a force that threatened to split the spirit world itself.

I leaped back, avoiding the swing by a hair's breadth, my feet churning the earth as I put some distance between us.

Their power had increased a lot.

Healing my wrists, I lunged towards Gerard with a single flash step, avoiding his sharp sword swing as I ducked and rolled, before pivoting on the ground, bringing my sword down, slicing through his torso, separating him in two pieces once again. Blood gushed from the wound and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"The... fuck is that?" I muttered, my eyes widening in disbelief as I stared at a tiny, silver cross gleaming in the center of Gerard's wound.

I moved back, dodging one of Lille Barro's shots that tore through the space where I had been a moment earlier.

"Insolent sinner," Lille called out, descending towards me like an avenging angel, his wings casting a shadow over me. "By the authority granted to me, I shall be your executioner."

I laughed, ignoring him. "A fucking core! Of course! No wonder he just keeps regenerating! I'm literally doing no damage! As long as the core remains, I'm just wasting my time, Hahahahaha!"

Miracles my ass, I knew his power had to have a gimmick... otherwise they would've invaded this place a long time ago, sending him alone.

"Just because you know how my power works, it doesn't mean you can stop me!" Gerard beamed, rising from the ground once again, his body miraculously pulling itself back together around the gleaming cross. "I am invincible as long as I carry His will! For I am the Miracle, my form is testament to divine providence!"

Invincible?

Nah...

Just mildly annoying to deal with, at best, now that I know his gimmick... this will end very quickly for him.

Distorting the space around us, I teleported behind Gerard, gripping my blade tightly. "Comet." With the invocation of that single word, my sword bathed in a luminescent glow, as if it had absorbed the brilliance of a star, then... with a single moved, I swung with all my might, aiming not for Gerard's flesh, but for the very heart of his immortality, his core, cutting him in two... this time, permanently.

Gerard's eyes widened in shock, a soundless gasp escaping from the depth of his throat.

Comet was a very simple technique, it was the absolute amplification of the basic power of my Zanpakuto, cutting through space, but in its maximum form... cutting existence itself.

Lille Barro, watched in horror as the cross that was the source of Gerard's miracles fell apart in two clean pieces, clattering to the ground with a sound far too delicate for the magnitude of its destruction. The Miracle, deprived of its divine anchor, began to disintegrate, unable to maintain his corporeal form any longer.

"So... how about you save me some time, and tell me how to kill you?" I smirked at Lille, whose usual air of arrogance had evaporated into a thin mist of anger and uncertainty.

Lille Barro's face contorted with rage, the feathers of his once immaculate wings ruffling in the growing tension. "You dare mock the messengers of His light? You are but a mortal, soaked in sin and blind to the majesty above!"

He was really... sucking Yhwach's off...

"You're right, its no fun if you tell me..." I said, moving behind him, slashing at his throat. But instead of cutting him... my blade went through him, like he wasn't even there. A momentary flicker of confusion brushed over my face, but it was swiftly replaced by a knowing smirk.

This was yet another trick, another layer to peel back in this fight.

I knew his powers were... similar to mine, in some way. But at the same time, they were fundamentally different. My power ignored most defenses, because I would bend space to my will, on his case, it seemed more like space didn't exist for him.

Let's test a few things out.

"Comet," I whispered again, the luminous glow enveloping my Zanpakuto once more. But this time, I swung in a broad arc, creating a sweeping crescent of radiant energy that raced towards Lille, going right through him.

"Your attacks are meaningless," Lille spat, his voice a mixture of derision and perhaps, a hint of desperation. "You cannot harm that which has transcended the very concept of mortality, for I am His Messenger."

Ignoring his usual rants, I focused on what I had learned with my last attack. Comet had been as ineffective as any other attack I had thrown his way so far, but, unlike my other attacks, Comet had given me a little bit insight.

Comet was designed to cut existence itself, to cut anything that existed between me, and my blade. Yet, Lille Barro hadn't been hurt by my attack, meaning... he was either truly intangible... or his existence was linked to a plane beyond this one.

In short.

I had no way of defeating him, unless I used... my Bankai.

I laughed, the sound cutting through the air, heavy with irony. I really wanted to kill them all without my Bankai. "A messenger who cannot be touched," I chuckled, glancing at my Zanpakuto, as if sharing a private joke with it. "Let's deliver a message of our own, shall we?"

Lille's eyes narrowed, catching the subtle change in my stance. The air around us tensed as I lifted my Zanpakuto high, the hum of my power charging the atmosphere with an electric anticipation.

"Bankai," I whispered, a word heavy with finality. The world seemed to hold its breath; the very fabric of reality tensed as if bracing for the impact of my declaration. In an instant, the skies darkened, the stars above blinking out one by one until we stood under a canopy of impossible darkness. "Muryokusho."

"What did you do?!" Lille demanded.

I smiled, cracking my neck as my blade dissipated into the void. Thanks to my training in hell... I was now able to summon forth Abyssal Void upon the release of my Bankai, making things easier to deal with.

So... this darkness around us was not merely the absence of light, or an effect of my power altering the climate... no, it was the absence of space, of life, of power, of everything, a void where existence itself came to die. And at the center of this expanse of nothingness stood Lille, his form now tangibly visible as if he was the only thing remaining in a universe swallowed by oblivion.

"It seems," I said, my voice eerily resonant within the vacuum, "Your transcendence has limits after all."

Lille's eyes widened as he finally understood the gravity of his situation. His self-assured aura, once untouchable, now quivered.

"Normally, I would go on a speech about nothing survives in this Void..." I chuckled, snapping my fingers, ordering the Void to consume Lille. "Sadly, I'm on a tight schedule."

The abyss responded to my command with a hunger that was palpable even in the absence of everything. It surged forward, tendrils of nothingness reaching for Lille with a silent voracity. Lille, the self-proclaimed messenger of God, now looked more like a cornered animal than an emissary of the divine.

"No, this can't be! I am his messenger, his executioner! I can't fail!" Lille stammered, his voice betraying the fear that had taken root deep within him. He thrashed against the void, firing blasts of shimmering light from his weapon in a futile attempt to ward off the encroaching darkness. But light, like everything else... cannot exist within the abyss, and his futile efforts disintegrated into the void, just like him.

Now... all that was left, was Yhwach.