Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 763: Strike Of A Demi God!

A profound tremor pulsed through existence, marking the instant everything irrevocably shifted.

The once battle-scarred streets of the capital, moments ago consumed by flames and rubble, now fractured beneath an unseen force. These cracks weren't the result of any impact, but a testament to the unbearable pressure exerted by the phenomenon descending from above.

The ambient mana ceased its natural flow; it had become utterly chaotic.

Like a tempest-tossed ocean, invisible waves of power collided violently. Their density fluctuated wildly, then abruptly dissipated as if disregarding the very Laws they were meant to obey.

The heavens... lost their hue.

It wasn't a transformation to black or white, but an unnerving, colorless void that strained human comprehension.

Schneitz was the first to direct his gaze upward.

For the initial time amidst the ongoing conflict, his eyes narrowed, not in concentration, but with a dawning sense of dread.

His lips moved with agonizing slowness.

"...No." Astonishingly, his body began to convSimmer... with sheer terror!

His eyes widened, his entire being seeming poised to crumble under the weight of his fright.

What was unfolding? What could possibly instill such horror in a Heavenly King?

Concurrently, Daniel also lifted his head. His aura still exerted a crushing force that warped the surrounding space, yet his body's reaction was distinct.

His muscles locked rigidly for a fleeting moment.

A primal instinct deep within shrieked: "This... this is true peril."

The sky did more than just split; it began to compress inward.

It appeared as though something from beyond this world, from an unseen dimension, was forcibly intruding under immense pressure. Clouds were literally pulverized, as if ground by an invisible, colossal hand. Light converged, drawing into a singular point, and space itself... contorted.

Then, an apparition materialized.

A "palm."

Neither fully corporeal nor purely ethereal. Its contours were indistinct, yet its overwhelming presence commanded the human mind's attention. It was as if the abstract concept of a "hand" had been brutally imprinted upon reality itself.

This was no mere physical construct.

It was a "Law" manifested in the form of a hand.

And it descended.

With each infinitesimal movement downward, the very fabric of space beneath it imploded. Layers of existence folded and vanished, as if being systematically erased.

Its origin remained unknown. This cataclysm commenced the instant Morkan ripped a piece of paper in his grasp, followed by an explosive surge!

A power, forcibly extracted from a higher plane without the world's readiness to receive it, suddenly loomed overhead.

All that lay beneath was annihilated, brought to an absolute conclusion. Neither the structure of reality nor the continuum of space-time could withstand this hand's descent.

The hand was of such staggering magnitude that its edges were lost to sight, as if it had enveloped the entirety of the capital.

Valkraz regarded Daniel with a chilling smile. A dark luminescence emanated from his eyes, yet beneath it lay a flicker of concealed triumph.

"You believed you were the sole possessor of a final gambit?" His voice, though calm, resonated powerfully against the oppressive pressure.

He remained humbled on his knees. His form was fractured, his mana volatile, but his smile was one of deranged, utter madness.

He commenced to laugh.

Yet, the sound was so devoid of warmth, so merciless, that even the laughter itself felt burdensome.

"All of you... perish here." His gaze shifted from Daniel, sweeping over the others, towards Schneitz, then to the heavens, and finally encompassing the entire capital.

"After this... only we shall remain."

This colossal hand was not intended merely to eliminate these two individuals. Far from it. This immense hand, their ultimate trump card, was designed to obliterate the entire capital.

Nothing would endure its impact. All existence, all beings, would be reduced to dust and utterly erased.

Every soul, every Awakened within the capital's bounds, even the other Heavenly Kings, would be instantly extinguished, denied any possibility of resistance.

And this horrifying might was but a fraction of the power wielded by "that person"—the architect behind this entire scheme, the one who had provided him with the serum and all the intricate arrays.

"This nation... is mine." Then, in a tone barely above a whisper, he continued:

"Once the capital is cleansed of its inhabitants, subjugating the remainder of the country will be a simple matter."

At that very instant, space fractured anew.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Five times.

Six times... escalating to dozens of ruptures.

A multitude of presences manifested in the sky and in their immediate vicinity. Most were the National Rank Awakened of the country, but among them were five distinct and immensely powerful entities.

Each possessed an aura capable of independently crushing an entire city. Diverse Laws swirled around them.

Heavenly Kings.

One among them, a man clad in white robes with frigid eyes, advanced a step.

"Valkraz... have you lost your mind?!"

Another, a woman whose presence radiated scorching blue flames, gritted her teeth.

"This will annihilate every last one of us!" They had come to this horrifying realization the moment the colossal hand manifested, sealing and locking down all dimensions of the capital. In essence, no one could possibly escape the confines of the city; everyone was trapped within its boundaries. Yet, the only response was laughter. Beside them, two more powerful presences materialized. Adrian. The facade of the composed politician had vanished. Deep lines creased his face, and his gaze was intensely fixed upon the heavens. Standing next to him was Kaiser, his body tensed as if perpetually ready for a strike. His eyes, burning with barely restrained fury, surveyed the immense palm above. "This is no longer a war... it's a path to mutual destruction," Kaiser murmured, his voice low. "Cease this madness at once," Adrian declared, taking a step forward. His voice, though subdued, carried an unyielding finality. Valkraz tilted his head upward. His eyes... they were vacant, showing no indication he was even registering their words. "It is already far too late." The palm descended further. Its shadow now engulfed the entirety of the capital. The sun vanished completely, leaving only an oppressive darkness that made it difficult to draw breath. There was no recourse, no sanctuary. This act was a transgression, a catastrophe, a slaughter of immense proportions, a brutal purge! "Hahaha, behold the might of a demigod! Your annihilation is assured." His proclamation resonated through the area like an inescapable sentence. "You scoundrel! Once this is over, we shall dismantle you with our own hands!" "Heh, nothing of you will remain." The other Heavenly Kings wasted no further time. One of them thrust out a hand, unleashing a Law of pure light, a beam potent enough to turn an entire city to dust, directing it straight at the descending palm. Another conjured a vast expanse of frost, attempting to freeze the very fabric of space and halt the palm's relentless descent. Kaiser surged forward, his fists clenching, the sheer force of his physical prowess causing the surrounding space to tremble. Adrian, his eyes like chips of ice, released his mana—not in a violent eruption, but with controlled precision, like a vast net designed to ensnare the entire region. However, their efforts proved utterly insufficient. All this accumulated power, upon contact with that monstrous palm, simply... vanished. It wasn't deflected; it was as though it had never existed. Amidst the escalating chaos, Daniel remained motionless, an island of calm in the storm. He simply observed, his gaze unwavering, fixed upon the colossal hand. For a fleeting moment, all external sounds ceased to register for him. Only a single, stark thought persisted. "...They possess no means to halt this." This was not a mere inference. It was an undeniable truth. He had already attempted and understood that teleporting beyond the capital's limits was impossible; his Fallen Step skill was rendered ineffective. This meant that unless he intervened to stop this entity, not only he... but his entire family would perish. And in that precise moment, for the very first time since the commencement of this brutal conflict, a profound, weighty, and merciless sense of accountability settled upon his shoulders. The palm continued its downward trajectory. Space itself began to fracture beneath its immense pressure. Time... seemed to stretch and distort. And everyone present—the Heavenly Kings and the nation's leaders alike—braced themselves for an impact that could possibly signify the end of all existence. And then, just as that colossal palm was mere inches from the ground...