Epic of Caterpillar Chapter 2925 2926: Frank's Evolution

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"It's evident that dispatching you one by one isn't going as planned," Frank told the Archangels at his back. "But rather than the spear, what if I act as your vessel?"

"…!"

"…?!"

"…!!!"

Frank's bold suggestion left the Archangels completely shocked in an instant. Their eyes grew wide as the idea took hold.

If Frank, with his tremendous power, served as their unified vessel…

They could at last release their complete might.

"Whatever scheme you're hatching is pointless, child!"

"Time to sleep."

Asmodeus and Belphegor combined their strengths, summoning a catastrophic dimensional tempest that swallowed the battered Frank. It started ripping into his soul and flesh.

Left with no alternative, the seven Archangels rushed into Frank's body. His angelic spear stabbed into his soul and merged seamlessly too.

FLAAASH!

RUMBLE!

"Ngh?!"

"What?!"

In the midst of the fierce clash between demonic and angelic forces, Frank underwent rebirth. His shattered, fading form healed immediately, while his looks altered entirely.

"Celestial Hand – Blade of the Heavens."

SLAAASH!

Using only his hands, Frank sliced through the nightmare, dream, and soul tempest. He broke free from the confining dimension, stepping out revitalized.

His physique and aura had transformed. Frank looked like a man in his mid-twenties—towering, toned but lean. Tattoos like angelic wings and halos marked his fair skin, each one standing for a different Archangel now integrated inside him.

A massive golden tattoo depicting an angelic spear with feathered wings decorated his chest. His chestnut locks shifted to white-blonde and extended to great lengths. His emerald gaze now burned with golden light. A dazzling halo featuring seven rings in a crown design floated over his head, as fourteen feathered wings spread from his back.

By turning into the ideal vessel for the Seven Archangels, Frank attained a superior transformation!

"Frank, through your form, our combined strength can finally shine!" Michael proclaimed.

"Charge ahead, Frank!" the rest of the Archangels bellowed together.

"Thanks!" Frank gave a nod and dashed at the Archdemons, determined to finish them off for good.

"He's radiating the Archangels' power from inside him?!" Asmodeus cried out.

"How dull," Belphegor yawned, warping reality. "Dream Plane – Nightmare Dimensional Vortex."

TRUUUM!

A nightmare vortex engulfed Frank right away.

Yet his hands glowed with brilliant light.

"Celestial Hand – Spear of Justice."

His hands morphed into justice spears, lunging ahead to puncture the dimensional swirl completely.

That one devastating blow annihilated millions of nightmares and countless dream entities.

BOOOM! BOOOM!

Frank detonated huge blasts with his hands. Propelled by his fourteen angelic wings, he closed in on Belphegor at incredible velocity.

"Hah…"

Belphegor smirked lightly and gestured with his hands. Asmodeus copied the move.

Their forces united again, creating enormous hands.

"Demonic Dream Soul Fusion – Hands of Angra Manyu."

Enormous hands materialized from packed nightmares, dream entities, and souls—each holding whole dimensions. Crimson tattoos like veins pulsed on them, with red eyes staring from the palms.

The hands snapped shut around Frank instantly, colliding with him.

RUMBLE!

The Hands of Angra Manyu wielded Absolute Evil's vast might, corrupting and consuming Mind, Body, Spirit, and Soul upon touch.

"Nnnggh!"

Frank gritted his teeth. The intense darkness sought to overwhelm him.

This lethal incantation could swallow nearly any foe.

But not him.

His fists lit up. He shut his eyes and…

"Celestial Hand – Mace of Hope."

His fists turned into maces of sacred angelic glow. He pulverized the Hands of Angra Manyu, ripping them to shreds.

The pair of Archdemons gasped in surprise. They hastily called forth more parts of Angra Manyu's form—the Supreme Evil, source of all demons across existence.

Only Belphegor and Asmodeus among this universe's Archdemons had discovered that source, accessing it via rituals to draw from the Primordial Purgatory's Originator and Ruler.

"Demonic Dream Soul Fusion – Eyes of Angra Manyu."

"Demonic Dream Soul Fusion – Mouths of Angra Manyu."

"Demonic Dream Soul Fusion – Fingers of Angra Manyu."

Eyes, mouths, and fingers hurtled at Frank, endlessly attempting to consume him whole. Yet Frank bellowed, drawing on the Seven Holy Beings' might and their Sacred Spiritual Souls. His Angelic Spear was now part of him.

"Celestial Hand – Hammer of Kindness!"

His hands became giant light hammers. He demolished the duplicated body parts from the Archdemons, foiling their link to the Root of All Demons.

CRASH!

CRASH!

CRASH!

CRASH!

The two Archdemons reeled backward, baffled by Frank's enhanced abilities and his absurd, illogical feats.

"T-This can't be!"

"Tch, we must battle—for the God of the Sun…! No fleeing allowed!"

Without their indoctrination, the Archdemons would have escaped ages ago. Yet the Sun God's influence chained them in unwavering devotion, compelling them against hopeless battles.

"Then confront us."

"With everything we've got, human!"

Asmodeus devoured billions of captive souls, expanding into a colossal, grotesque shape. He looked like a genuine fiend—crimson skin, spindly limbs, extended fingers, beakish snout, hairless skull, and fiery red eyes.

Belphegor shifted into a huge sheep-centaur hybrid. His lower half turned sheepish, sporting elongated sturdy horns and tattered wings. His presence exuded infinite dreams and terrors.

Their strengths peaked at maximum, startling Frank—though he rushed to meet them directly.

His hands shone more intensely. His energy swelled.

He possessed two arms.

Then six.

Then eight.

Then twelve.

Fourteen.

And ultimately sixteen.

Two were his own.

The remaining fourteen came from the seven Archangels.

Every one invoked "Celestial Hand."

"Celestial Hand – Blade of the Heavens."

"Celestial Hand – Spear of Justice."

"Celestial Hand – Mace of Hope."

"Celestial Hand – Hammer of Kindness."

"Celestial Hand – Bow and Arrow of Love."

"Celestial Hand – Shield of Patience."

"Celestial Hand – Cross of Healing."

"Celestial Hand – Scythe of Harvest."

All sixteen arms brandished these Celestial Hands at once.

RUMBLE!

Wasting no moments, Frank collided with the two Archdemons in their ultimate, mightiest states.

Asmodeus attacked first, pounding Frank's frame with massive fists, then raking with elongated fingers and razor claws.

Frank parried in swift sequence. Blade of Heavens lopped off claws. Spear of Justice stabbed ahead into the fists. Mace of Hope splintered bones. Hammer of Kindness bashed the skull. Bow and Arrow of Love showered explosive shots on the torso, eroding the souls forming his beastly shape. And beyond.

"Nnngghh!"

As Asmodeus stumbled briefly, Belphegor materialized behind Frank and delivered a mighty kick, hurling him into the earth.

From Belphegor's aura sprang six massive brawny arms—crafted from subdued Dream Entities.

Frank siphoned their vitality nonstop, restoring himself and standing anew. His eyes flared vividly.

"I'm far from finished!"

BOOOM!

The terrain under him erupted. All in his rear obliterated in one sweep.

He arrived at Belphegor, battering his whole form with raw Celestial Hands—slashing, pounding, pulverizing, and skewering via their diverse shapes.

Belphegor moaned and spewed blood. His Dream Entities guarded his soul, battering Frank's flesh while assaulting his essence.

But they failed.

The Seven Archangels inhabited his form—his Soul had grown immensely robust, too tough to shatter lightly.

"Finished already?"

"…?!"

A shiver raced through Belphegor as Frank drew near. All sixteen hands impaled him before response.

The Dream Entity arms burst into myriad shards. Belphegor coughed up more blood, dazed by the sudden turn.

"W-Wha…?!"

He glanced over—Frank was already skewering Asmodeus's heart, shredding it and slaying him on the spot.

"Oh, you're hanging on."

Frank approached leisurely.

It unfolded way too fast!

One instant they dominated—the next, defeat?

How could this even compute?

"W-What… did you pull off?"

"I merely battled."

Frank had merged his two arms with the fourteen angelic ones, gaining explosive speed for key moments.

And now he showcased it again.

"Such as this."

"Hold on…! You can't—"

"Celestial Hand – Scythe of Harvest."

SLAAASH!

"G-Gaaaha?!"

Belphegor hurled more blood. His form cleaved in half, crumpling amid gore and viscera.

Frank reaped with the scythe repeatedly.

Belphegor, fused with Dream Entities, proved incredibly resilient and hard to fell.

Yet Scythe of Harvest let Frank reap his vitality swiftly, refreshing himself endlessly.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

"T-This is… inconceivable…!"

Belphegor slumped down, gazing at the desolate sky and solar glow. His vision faded gradually as life ebbed away.

Frank captured both souls and imprisoned them—showing mercy by sparing total annihilation.

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