Chapter 2037: Slaying A Death Apostle!

A pair of mighty wings suddenly surged from Mark’s back as the forcibly integrated totems activated despite his complete lack of prior skill with them. The overwhelming spirit energy that saturated the netherworld made the impossible possible, flooding his body and empowering him to a tremendous degree. Every muscle in his frame tensed with newfound power as the wings spread wide, casting long shadows across the ruined battlefield.

At the same time, Blank underwent his own dramatic and awe-inspiring transformation. His white, ghost-like phantasmal essence spread outward like thick mist, revealing his true form for the first time. What people usually saw from White Ghosts was merely their surface appearance — a pale, almost human-looking figure.

The stronger the ghost became, the larger, fiercer, and more imposing their True Form grew. With all the surplus mana and nether energy now at his disposal, Blank expanded into a colossal giant composed entirely of swirling white mist and pure phantasmal energies. Floating pieces of pristine white armor adorned his ethereal body, orbiting him like loyal satellites, and he wielded a titanic spear, his most beloved weapon, that crackled violently with void power.

Elayne wasted no time. She summoned her two named Sporeborns, Wendigo and Lady, who rushed to her side in an instant. Using her most advanced fusion skills, she merged with them completely, combining their unique powers harmoniously into her own core.

"Sagittarius, you too!"

The stellar spirit galloped toward her without the slightest hesitation and merged into her body, granting her an enormous and immediate surge of strength that made the air itself tremble.

FLAAAASH!

In a brilliant flash of multicolored light, Elayne transformed into a truly majestic titaness. Her lower body took the form of a powerful skeletal horse of pure bone and starlight, while her upper torso was dramatically divided between light and darkness, day and night. Her long, flowing hair waved gracefully in the turbulent winds of the netherworld, composed of both glowing golden essences and deep shadowy strands that seemed to move with a life of their own. Her eyes gleamed with a mesmerizing rainbow light that could pierce through any illusion, and she manifested six powerful arms, each wielding a long, crystallized sword formed from her hardened Nature Nether Spirit Soul Aura.

She then channeled Leo’s power without restraint, causing blazing golden fur to cover parts of her body before it solidified into radiant golden armor. This transformation gave her the breathtaking appearance of a cosmic knight of the night sky. Countless stars twinkled and gleamed within her ethereal form as she carried both Mark and Blank securely on her broad back.

"NOW!" Elayne roared with a voice that shook the entire domain.

Meanwhile, Marphas had been locked in a fierce and brutal duel with Jester. The moment he noticed the incoming titanic alliance charging toward them, a wide, predatory smile spread across his demonic face.

"Your time has come, you bastard!"

"?!"

Jester’s eyes widened in pure, undiluted horror as the gigantic combined being charged toward him at terrifying speed. Elayne swung her six crystallized swords with devastating precision, dicing his entire body apart with a perfect combination of exorcising holy light, divine sunlight borrowed from a foreign god, and the chaotic warping power of her Error Input Arts. The latter temporarily disconnected him from the System’s protective benefits, leaving him completely exposed.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

"W-What’s happening...?! AAAAAAHHHH!"

Jester screamed in pure agony as he began glitching violently. His body warped unnaturally and was sliced thousands of times by a flickering, pixelated blade that defied every law of reality. At the same time, the attack struck deep into his very soul, preventing him from escaping back to his real body and beginning to shatter his core essence piece by piece.

"W-WAIT!!!"

Desperate waves of chaos energy and dark curses surged from deep within him in a last-ditch effort to survive. Thousands of hollow entities erupted from his soul in an attempt to shield and defend their master, but their efforts proved completely futile against the overwhelming force arrayed against them.

Marphas was already upon him. His body mutated horrifically into a monstrous abomination covered in thousands of gnashing jaws of every size. He bit and tore into Jester’s soul with savage, almost joyful delight, greedily devouring the countless lesser beings that dwelled inside him and finding each one deliciously juicy.

Right after Marphas’ assault, Blank and Mark struck in perfect unison. Blank’s blazing white void spear and Mark’s newly empowered sword pierced directly into the center of Jester’s soul, systematically undoing thousands of cursed runes that had been strengthening even his bare spiritual form.

With Elayne’s final, devastating sword strike and a mighty lion’s roar that shook the heavens themselves...

CRACK... CRACK...!

CRAAAASH!

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

BOOOMMM!!!

A cataclysmic explosion ripped through the entire Netherworld as Jester’s soul and body were completely obliterated. His once-formidable form shattered into thousands of tiny, glittering crystallized fragments that sparkled like malevolent stars for a brief moment before fading into absolute nothingness.

Back in the real world, inside his lavish manor somewhere in Paris, Jester’s true physical body, a handsome, young-looking priest dressed in fine robes, suddenly convulsed violently. He coughed up a thick mouthful of dark blood, his eyes rolling back into his head. With his soul utterly destroyed beyond any hope of recovery, his body slumped lifelessly to the polished floor, dead on the spot.

RUMBLE!

Meanwhile, deep within the Netherworld, the violent explosion had devastated nearly half of the entire domain. The landscape now lay in complete ruins, with massive smoking craters, collapsing structures, and chaotic energy storms raging unchecked across the horizon.

Elayne, however, managed to hold the collapsing realm together through sheer willpower and her immense life-and-death authority, though it took every remaining ounce of her strength to stabilize the broken Domain.

"Bastard... he’s finally gone," she sighed deeply, a wave of profound relief washing over her exhausted body. "Thank you, Marphas. I couldn’t have done it without you."

"Don’t mind me," the demon replied casually as he greedily began devouring the scattered soul crystals still infused with chaotic energy. "Hmm, this is absolutely delicious! The flavor of a high-tier Apostle... Ah! Wait! Already?!"

Marphas suddenly began fading away, his form dissolving into flickering infernal flames as the summoning time finally reached its limit. He moved with desperate speed, pocketing as many of the valuable soul crystals as he could stuff into his dimensional storage before glancing back at Elayne with a wide, toothy grin.

"If you ever get your hands on another big prey like that, don’t hesitate to call me! I’ll come running and make sure to devour every last piece!"

"Sure will," Elayne answered with a small, tired smile. "Thanks again."

Marphas gave her a respectful nod of acknowledgment before vanishing completely in a final burst of infernal flames. Elayne felt genuinely grateful. Summoning a surprisingly chill and reliable demon like him was a rare blessing. He wasn’t self-destructive, didn’t attempt to betray his master, and showed genuine loyalty, qualities that were exceptionally uncommon among demon-kind.

"Now... Hm... What now?"

Elayne’s powerful transformation still showed no signs of fading. She felt incredibly strong and invigorated while remaining inside this Domain and had no desire to release the form just yet.

Deciding to make the absolute most of the opportunity, she extended her roots deep into the very fabric of the realm itself. With focused and unwavering intent, she began stitching the entire Domain into her own Soul, slowly condensing its vast remaining energy and completely fusing it with her being.

FLUOSH!

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