{Chapter: 247 Great Destruction}
William and Odin collided midair with an impact so devastating, it was as if the fabric of the space itself trembled under the sheer magnitude of their power. The sky cracked with blinding light, and the shockwave that erupted from their clash spread out in all directions, warping space and distorting time itself.
Bolts of chaotic energy surged outward like jagged spears of divine wrath, piercing clouds, shattering mountainsides, and raining ruin down upon the golden spires of Asgard. The energy, born from their godlike might, tore through the heavens and fell like an apocalyptic storm.
But this rain was no gift from the gods. It wasn't water, but shards of destructive energy—each droplet a miniature explosion. As they struck the ground, buildings vaporized into dust. The sacred halls of Asgard burned in golden and crimson flame, their ancient stones shattered, their proud towers crumbling.
Asgardian citizens and warriors alike were caught in the chaos. Screams echoed throughout the burning city as the energy rain pierced through them like molten blades, tearing through enchanted armor and splitting flesh from bone. Those unfortunate enough to be touched by the storm were turned to smoldering ash or hurled in every direction like ragdolls, some crashing into walls, others swallowed by collapsing buildings.
And yet, at the eye of this hellish tempest, William and Odin remained locked in ferocious combat, their powers still clashing violently in a never-ending surge.
"All-Father! We are here to aid you!" a host of Asgardian warriors shouted as they took to the sky, their weapons drawn, their faces resolute with fear and pride.
"STAY BACK!" Odin's roar tore through the battlefield like thunder, his voice trembling with rage and desperation.
William turned his gaze toward them, his smile widening with cold contempt. "A rabble of vermin, daring to interfere in a battle of gods? You truly have no sense of your place."
Electricity crackled around his body, then surged forward like a tidal wave. Blazing tendrils of lightning struck the incoming warriors with pinpoint precision.
"AAAAHHH!" Screams ripped through the air as bodies were lit aflame. Dozens of Asgardians warriors were incinerated midair, their corpses blackened and trailing smoke as they fell like meteorites, crashing into the city below with sickening thuds.
The air reeked of scorched flesh.
Odin's fury exploded. "WILLIAM!"
William, hovering in the air like a dark god, responded coldly, "Why shout? I've been here the whole time."
"HAH!" Odin unleashed a devastating torrent of divine energy, white-hot and relentless.
William roared in return, golden flames surging around him like a blazing inferno. The collision of powers birthed a new sphere of chaos—a sphere of swirling energy that pulsed, expanded, then rapidly contracted.
The very heavens grew silent for a moment.
And then—
BOOOOM!
The energy sphere detonated in a catastrophic blast, the shockwave annihilating everything within a two-kilometer radius. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles, statues exploded into gravel, and entire portions of Asgard were reduced to molten craters.
William and Odin were hurled from the epicenter like broken meteors.
CRASH!
William's body slammed into a towering structure, the impact so powerful that the entire building collapsed in on itself. Dust, debris, and fire filled the air. For a moment, nothing stirred.
Then from the smoking ruins, William emerged—floating slightly above the ground, his armor cracked and sparking, pieces of deformed particles falling from his limbs before disappearing in blue light. Blood, thick and dark, ran down his arm.
He grinned savagely.
"Kill! Kill him now!" a commander shouted, and the remaining Asgardian warriors surrounded him from all directions, both on the ground and in the sky.
"What are you doing?" William asked mockingly. "Surely you don't believe you can stop me?"
"We may not be able to defeat you," one warrior shouted, voice trembling but firm, "but we will die trying! We fight to protect Asgard!"
William let out a loud, derisive laugh. "Oh, that's rich. Absolutely hilarious! You believe your deaths will matter? You think this pathetic city still has something worth protecting?" He leaned forward. "You'll die, and your gods won't even remember your names."
"ATTACK!" The warriors let out a battle cry and surged forward.
"So brave," William muttered, eyes flashing. Then a cyan-gold light burst from his head, and with a thunderous roar, a mighty windstorm erupted around him.
From the center of the maelstrom emerged a cyan-gold wind giant, standing 100 meters tall. Its form was semi-transparent, but its fists were solid destruction. Though far smaller than the colossal one William had summoned in the Bio-Crisis world, this new manifestation was no less terrifying. Its eyes burned with a god's hatred.
If there was any difference from the original wind giant, it was in two things—the size and the color.
Unlike the towering behemoth that once appeared during the biochemical crisis, the current wind giant stood at only one-tenth of that colossal form. It was no longer the pale, translucent blue of its former incarnation. Now, its body shimmered in deep cyan, laced with golden streaks that crackled like lightning veins across its body. The battle with Odin had drained William heavily; even his energy wellspring had its limits. This version was incomplete—yet still terrifying.
"Come out," William bellowed, his voice like a god's decree, shaking the clouds overhead.
The very air bent to his will. The earth trembled as five monumental forms emerged one by one—each more devastating than the last.
The red-gold fire giant came first, eyes burning like furnaces, flames erupting from every joint of its armored form. Then followed the water-gold oceanic behemoth, its limbs shimmering like tidal waves, droplets levitating around it like a halo. The third was the earth-gold rock giant, a living mountain with molten cracks running along its surface. The fourth was the platinum ice giant, its breath freezing the air solid and its touch turning matter to brittle shards. Finally, the wind-cyan colossus joined its brethren, pulsing with volatile gales.
All five stood several hundred meters tall, towering over Asgard like elemental gods of wrath.
"What in the name of Yggdrasil are those things?!" cried an Asgardian warrior as he hovered mid-air, paralyzed by dread.
"Everyone, retreat! We need to regroup!" Odin's voice boomed across the broken skies—but even his command was barely audible over the deafening howls of elemental destruction.
The fire giant was the first to strike, hurling massive fireballs the size of houses with a single flick of its hand. The moment the first fireball landed, it exploded into an inferno, consuming dozens of warriors mid-flight. Their screams were drowned out by the roar of the flames, their charred remains splattering to the ground like cinders.
"Ahhh! It burns! It bu—" The cries were silenced as flesh and armor melted together in a grotesque mix.
The water giant followed, summoning a tidal wave that surged through Asgard's ancient stone streets, sweeping warriors and civilians alike into its depths. Bones snapped like twigs under the pressure. The rock giant slammed both fists into the earth, causing spikes of molten rock to erupt like spears, impaling anything within reach. Blood gushed in fountains. Skewered corpses hung in the air like grim banners.
"Roar, roar, ROAR!" The five elemental giants howled in unison, and with each step, they brought only ruin.
Entire palace towers collapsed under their weight. Explosions echoed endlessly. Wind blades tore apart battalions in mid-air, slicing clean through enchanted armor as if it were paper. Frozen winds from the ice giant turned defenders into statues, which then shattered into crimson mist.
Asgard was descending into a hellish nightmare.
"Damn it." Odin howled in fury, summoning bolts of divine energy that cracked across the sky. A large number of Asgardian warriors took to the skies, releasing barrage after barrage of magic and weapon attacks. They swarmed like hornets around the giants, but it was futile.
From his perch above the chaos, William looked down and clicked his tongue.
"So many of you… bullying my poor giants with numbers? How unsightly," he said with mock disappointment. He raised his hand. "I suppose I'll even the odds. Come forth… my Kong beasts!"
A blue light flashed in the sky. Twisting masses of deformed elemental particles rained down, reshaping and fusing mid-air into deadly war machines—Fifty artificial Kongs. Each one gleamed with mechanized malice, bristling with heavy guns, rotating missile pods, and energy blades.
"Artificial Kongs, it's time for you to release your power. Destroy as much as you want." William commanded.
The artificial Kongs landed like meteors, shattering rooftops and ground alike. The moment they touched down, they opened fire—rivers of bullets, shells, and plasma blasts cut through the battlefield. Warriors exploded mid-flight, limbs torn from bodies. Craters littered the once-sacred golden streets. Blood ran like rivers. The scent of gunpowder and charred flesh filled the air.
Asgard, once the crown jewel of the Nine Realms, was now a vision of apocalyptic ruin.
"My Lord… do not forget me." A voice echoed in William's mind—Volcanicus.
William smirked. "How could I forget? It's your time now. Let's give them a finale they'll never forget."
He raised both hands. Golden elemental particles swirled into the sky like a divine storm. They converged rapidly, forming the skeletal structure of a massive beast—a Tyrannosaurus Rex, reforged in golden fire.
The golden deformation element particles quickly gathered to form the outline of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the deformation element particles quickly filled in.
As the light dimmed, Volcanicus appeared, his form now sleeker, more compact—only fifty meters long—but his aura had grown exponentially more intense.
"My Lord, this power… so much more than before. It's beautiful!"
Volcanicus opened his mouth and exhaled a hellish inferno. Entire plazas vanished in the blaze. Hundreds of Asgardians perished instantly, nothing left but bone and ash.
Odin flew up, battered and bleeding, golden blood dripping from his mouth.
"William!" he shouted, brandishing the Spear of Eternity. "This madness must end. Your fight is with me. End this needless bloodshed!"
William met Odin's gaze and burst into cold laughter. "Needless? You dare say that after what Asgard has done across the realms for melania? You call it madness, but this is justice."
He pointed to the ruins below. "Every last one of them is my enemy. And you… you're just next."
Odin's eyes burned with divine fury. "No one has ever done this much damage to Asgard. You—"
"—are the first," William finished mockingly. "And soon, I'll be the last thing Asgard ever sees."
Odin pointed at William with the Spear of Eternity, "William, you are so infuriating that I want to tear you into pieces." ..
The two titans glared at one another as the world trembled around them, the war for Asgard still far from over.
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