Chapter 175 – Twin Cherubim, White Lines
Southern Gate – The Judgment Falls
Above the shattered ruins of the battlefield, beneath the eye of the Blood Moon, the rain began to fall—soft at first, then steady, then weeping.
Each drop landed with unnatural weight, as if even the sky understood the power now gathering below.
A stream of blood trickled from the heavens, pooling into Silas's mangled left arm, which had been severed earlier. The blood bubbled, hissed, and reformed the arm entirely bone knitting, flesh crawling, veins rethreading like serpents. Fingers flexed with eerie smoothness.
Silas studied his hand.
"That sword of yours… what a troublesome thing," he said aloud, flexing his fingers.
"Where'd you even get such a weapon?"
But Sakamoto said nothing.
He had turned his back to Silas his gaze locked on Asger and the broken shell of Madagascar beside her.
"Did he do this to him?" he asked, low and sharp.
Asger nodded. "Yes. His attack… did this to him."
Sakamoto's jaw tightened, and for a moment, his entire aura shifted.
It wasn't anger it was promise. His body radiated the solemn chill of justice hardened into rage.
"Then I'm going to kill you, Silas."
"No grand speeches. No redemption. No games."
"You hurt my friends. So now, you die."
He extended his hand forward, two fingers raised.
At once the world reacted.
The clouds darkened further.
The wind changed direction.
Birds scattered violently into the sky.
The ground beneath his feet cracked in a perfect circle.
From his fingertips, three swirling energies emerged together, first was Black flickering like oil fire and then Orange burning with deep plasma and there goes Blue whispering with ethereal wind.
They twisted together, coalescing into a single orb golden, radiant, and growing smaller by the second. It condensed. It compressed. What had been the size of a melon became a meatball-sized gravitational core of impossible energy.
The ground quaked just from the presence of it.
Asger squinted against the light, unable to fully watch the construction of the technique. But through her tears and grit, she understood.
This is it…
The technique he told me gets stronger each time he uses it…
And now she saw more than raw power—she saw control.
Refinement. Precision. Intention.
Silas finally looked up. And to his surprise—he felt it.
A drop of sweat.
It rolled down his cheek.
He stared at it in disbelief.
"Huh…? What is this?" He touched his cheek. His fingers came back wet.
His expression twisted into frustration.
"You don't make me sweat, brat."
"You're not capable of that."
He looked to the sky.
"Must be the rain."
But even he didn't believe it.
Sakamoto raised his hand higher. The orb then split into two golden energy balls now shimmered before his fingertips but they where attached to each other.
"Hybrid Art: Twin Cherubim."
And he fired.
The Twin Cherubim soared forward not in a straight path, but in an elegant, violent dance. They swirled through the air, twisting with wind and streaking light, leaving trails of molten force in their wake. They spun upward, downward, side-to-side—undetectable, unpredictable, and undeniable.
The ground melted in their path. Trees split. Rocks disintegrated. Even the rain seemed to evaporate before it reached them.
Silas froze.
For the first time in his life—fear hit him like a physical thing.
He couldn't move.
"This… this is the same energy that almost killed Huey…!"
"But my regeneration, my blood moon it's stronger than his! So I can take it!"
"Voremortis!"
He screamed aloud. Blood surged around his feet. He prepared himself to tank the blow.
But Sakamoto whispered again.
"Shadow Swap."
An invisible, flickering shadow sigil—only visible to Sakamoto—flashed into life just beside Silas.
Then disappeared.
BOOM.
The Twin Cherubim vanished—then reappeared at Silas's left eye socket, mid-spin.
He didn't even scream at first.
The first Cherubim drilled straight through his head, vaporizing his left eye, and burning his brain stem. His regeneration activated instantly—only to be rejected by his own cells. The Twin Cherubim's energy overwhelmed the blood moon's healing.
Then came the second Cherubim—it exploded in a chain reaction, expanding into a colossal golden dome of light.
The entire battlefield shook.
The blast radius pierced the clouds, launching red mist and ash into the atmosphere.
Towers cracked in the distance. Rivers boiled. The sound shattered ears miles away.
And Silas?
Gone.
" An eye for an eye " Sakamoto said.
Central Front
Back at the center of Greenland, the battle between Huey, Julius, and the three associate presidents had reached its tipping point.
Huey slammed his hands downward.
Three black rods fell from the sky like spears impaling Mujin, Zichen, and Andrei.
All three fell, their bodies trembling in pain.
Huey smiled.
But then—
A subtle shift.
A white chalk line slithered across the battlefield, visible only for a second.
Huey's expression changed instantly.
"Wait—what is—?"
SLASH.
Blood exploded.
In one instant, both Huey and Julius were struck.
Huey's face split diagonally, narrowly avoiding decapitation.
Julius's right leg was severed cleanly, tumbling end over end through the snow.
They skidded backward across the dirt—caught off guard.
Above them—Sir Varion descended from the sky, cloak flapping like the banner of a vengeful deity. His body didn't just fall—he commanded the air, using it like footholds. He landed in front of the three presidents with a single boom of force.
BOOM
The moment his feet touched down, chalk lines erupted around him—forming cutting geometries that severed the rods impaling the presidents in half.
The rods crumbled to ash.
Huey stood again, cracking his neck.
"Of course it's you. Sir Varion. I've been waiting."
On Huey's hand, a cross-symbol pulsed, and his facial wounds closed instantly.
He turned to Julius, who was now standing upright again.
Julius's severed leg had already begun regrowing, flesh crawling over bone, muscle layering back into shape.
"Looks like we have to fight for real," Julius said, eyes narrowing.
"That man's no joke."
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SUHa HQ – The World Watches
Inside the cold steel of SUHa's command center, General Soren stood at the edge of the operations deck.
Screens flashed with explosions, readings off the charts.
He turned to Minister Tenzy.
"Why are we the only ones doing this? What about the Uppers ? What about the other world powers?"
Tenzy didn't look away from the screen.
His voice was calm. Heavy.
"Because this isn't their war."
"It's ours."
"And we must see it through to the end."
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End of Chapter 175 Twin Cherubim