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The Death Light Wave swallowed everything.
Lu Bu. Darius III. The shattered remains of what used to be Ryudou Temple. The countless mechanical soldiers scattered across the battlefield like broken toys.
As the emerald green light—that sickly, beautiful radiation of pure destruction—washed over the landscape like a tsunami of annihilation, everything it touched disintegrated into atomic dust. Concrete, steel, stone, flesh—none of it mattered. All of it became nothing.
For a few precious seconds, there was only that eerie green glow painting the world in shades of death.
Then, as the light faded, an absolute silence fell over the ruins.
No one spoke. No one moved. Everyone was holding their breath, praying, hoping against hope that maybe—just maybe—the impossible had happened.
But there was no time for proper mourning. And there definitely wasn't time to celebrate.
Because a second later, on that desolate, scorched earth that still smoked with residual heat...
A figure stood up.
Slowly. Deliberately. Like death itself rising from the grave.
Down in the merged chat streams, the viewers' reactions came in waves.
[Gamer]: You have got to be fucking kidding me.
[RageQuit]: HE'S STILL ALIVE?! HOW?!
[Devs]: Pls nerf. This is actually bullshit. Pls.
[Strategist]: It's over. Darius is down. Nero and Elizabeth are running on absolute fumes. There's no play left. Run. Just RUN.
[EdisonHater]: Hey EDISON! Do something, you useless cat! Everyone is dying and you're just WATCHING?! Go punch him!
[Simp]: I came here for the plot and waifus, not to watch my girls get brutally slaughtered.
[TissuePaper]: I came here to use tissues for... other reasons, but now I'm using them for tears. This is so sad.
The figure was, of course, Lu Bu.
But he wasn't exactly looking his best right now.
The Peerless Flying General looked like he'd been dragged face-first through an active volcano, then tossed in a blender for good measure. His iconic twin pheasant plumes—those distinctive "antennae" that crowned his fearsome helmet—had been burnt down to two pathetic, charred sticks poking sadly from the blackened metal. His face mask, that intimidating barrier that had hidden his features throughout the battle, was completely shattered, revealing raw muscle tissue and exposed bone underneath, his face looking like something from a horror movie.
As for his legendary "armor of the strong"?
Gone. Vaporized. Not even fragments remained.
His battle skirt? Same fate. Completely atomized.
He was essentially a walking, talking charcoal briquette held together by sheer spite and willpower.
But compared to Darius III—who was currently lying on the scorched ground with only half a torso, one arm, and his head remaining, his body already beginning to dissolve into golden particles of spiritual energy—Lu Bu was practically in perfect health.
"Hah..." Lu Bu gasped, his chest heaving. Then his breathing turned into something darker. "Hahaha! HAHAHA!"
He threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing across the ruins like thunder. Despite the obvious pain wracking his body, despite the severe injuries that would kill any normal person instantly, he was laughing.
"You actually did it," Lu Bu wheezed, still chuckling between ragged breaths. "I'll admit it—I was careless there. A bit too cocky, perhaps." His eyes, still burning with that terrible inner fire, focused on The Professor in the distance. "But unfortunately for you... your output was just a little bit lacking. Just a hair short of enough."
He took a single, shaky step forward, his burned legs somehow still supporting his weight.
Then another step.
His eyes radiated pure, undiluted malice.
"You can be proud, ants," Lu Bu declared, his voice carrying across the battlefield with surprising strength. "You almost—almost—defeated the Peerless Flying General. That's more than most can claim. Now..." His lips curled into a grotesque smile. "Die with pride. Die knowing you gave it your best shot."
The window of opportunity—that brief, shining moment where victory seemed possible—had slammed shut with the finality of a coffin lid.
Nero tried desperately to stand, to rise and face him one more time, but her legs were trembling so badly she could barely maintain her balance. Her body simply refused to obey her commands, pushed far beyond its limits. The magnificent Golden Theater that had surrounded them—that beautiful manifestation of Rome's glory—flickered like a dying lightbulb and began to dissolve, its mana supply completely cut off by sheer exhaustion.
"No..." Nero whispered, tears of pure frustration welling in her emerald eyes. "This can't... I won't..."
Elizabeth, somehow the only one with even a scrap of magical energy left in her reserves, let out a scream of defiance.
She pushed off the ground with everything she had, leaping high into the air, her torn idol costume fluttering behind her as she flew directly over Lu Bu's head.
"Die! Die! DIE!" Elizabeth shrieked, opening her mouth impossibly wide. She unleashed a concentrated sonic wave—a radar-like pulse of pure sound meant to scramble his brains, liquify his internal organs, turn him into paste from the inside out.
Lu Bu didn't even bother looking up.
He just casually reached out with both charred, skeletal hands and pushed against empty air.
RIIIIIIP.
It sounded like someone tearing a massive sheet of canvas in half. The sonic wave—that deadly, invisible attack—was physically ripped apart by nothing but his raw strength and willpower. He literally grabbed the sound itself and tore it in two.
As his hands came back down in a smooth, practiced motion, he grabbed a handful of mana arrows from thin air—materializing them from his remaining magical energy reserves—and with a casual backhand swing like he was swatting flies, he hurled them upward.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"KYAAAA!"
Elizabeth fell from the sky like a bird hit by buckshot, her body limp, blood streaming from multiple impact points. She crashed into the scorched dirt with a sickening thud that made everyone watching wince, a pool of crimson immediately beginning to spread around her crumpled form.
The chat was spiraling into despair.
[Despair]: Is there seriously no way to stop this guy?
[GG]: GG. It was a good run, folks. We tried.
[Defeated]: Time to close the stream. Can't watch this anymore.
[Broken]: My heart can't take this.
Just as viewers were literally about to close their streams in collective despair, unable to watch the inevitable slaughter about to unfold—
A weak, gurgling roar echoed from the ground.
"Roar..."
Darius III, whose massive body was rapidly dissolving into golden particles of fading Spirit energy, slowly tilted his head upward. His one remaining eye locked onto Lu Bu's form.
Lu Bu looked down at the half-corpse at his feet with something almost resembling respect. "Not dead yet? Still clinging to life?" He let out a dry laugh. "I have to admit, for a primitive savage, you are excessively resili—"
"By the authority of my final Command Spell!"
A voice cracked through the silence like a whip, raw with emotion.
The Professor, tears streaming openly down his face, carving clean tracks through the dust and blood coating his skin, raised his trembling hand high into the air. The final red tattoo glowing on the back of his hand—his last Command Spell—burned with blinding, almost painful intensity.
His voice broke as he screamed the command:
"I command Darius III... UNLEASH YOUR FINAL NOBLE PHANTASM!"
Lu Bu's eyes widened in genuine shock behind his shattered mask. "You scoundrel! You absolute madman! You wouldn't dare—!"
"WHAT DO I NOT DARE?!" The Professor screamed back, his voice raw and primal, his usual easy-going smile completely replaced by a look of pure, desperate ferocity—the face of a man who had absolutely nothing left to lose. "WHAT THE FUCK DO I NOT DARE?!"
Darius III roared in response.
It wasn't a roar of pain. It wasn't a roar of despair.
It was a roar of victory.
Even as his physical body continued to fade, dissolving into motes of golden light, his concept—his very essence, his Noble Phantasm—remained. The War Elephant of Death, the manifestation of the Army of Ten Thousand, never truly dies. It exists beyond flesh, beyond mortality.
The spectral war elephant, which had been cooling down after its previous devastating attack, suddenly flared back to life with renewed intensity, fueled by the raw power of a Command Spell and the burning soul of a Servant making his final stand.
"DIE!" The Professor's voice echoed across the battlefield.
Lu Bu didn't waste time with banter. He understood the threat immediately.
He lifted his massive, armored boot—one of the few pieces of equipment that had somehow survived—and brought it down with crushing force directly onto Darius's exposed head.
CRUNCH.
The sound was sickening. Final.
Darius III's physical form shattered completely under the impact, his head crumpling like an egg, his body exploding into thousands of golden light particles that scattered on the wind like fireflies.
But it was too late.
The trigger had already been pulled.
The contract had been fulfilled.
Down in the chat, something incredible happened.
[Salute]: PROFESSOR! o7
[Respect]: That was the single coolest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. He didn't even hesitate.
[Cry]: Why am I crying over a goddamn mobile game fanfic?!
[SpiritBomb]: EVERYONE! LEND HIM YOUR ENERGY!
[FinalFlash]: DO IT! KILL THIS BASTARD!
[Believers]: I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!
The chat rallied with an energy that transcended the screen. It was pure Dragon Ball Z energy, that moment when Goku gathers the Spirit Bomb. The Professor was channeling the hopes and dreams of every single viewer into one final, desperate attack.
The spectral War Elephant charged.
It was faster than before. Stronger. Brighter. It carried the accumulated weight of a Master's grief, a Servant's ultimate sacrifice, and the desperate hopes of thousands of viewers. It barreled toward Lu Bu with genuinely apocalyptic force, the ground cracking under the phantom weight of its charge, the air itself screaming from the displaced energy.
But Lu Bu...
Lu Bu didn't look scared.
He stood his ground on the trembling earth, his burned feet planted firmly. Dust and debris began floating around him, suspended in the air by the sheer pressure wave of the incoming attack, defying gravity itself.
Also floating in the air nearby was his weapon.
The God Force.
Currently, it was still in its Greatsword form, hovering weightless in the supercharged atmosphere. But Lu Bu knew its secrets. He'd wielded this weapon for countless battles across multiple lifetimes. As long as he held it, he could transform it back into the Halberd configuration. He had blocked this exact attack once before, when he still had his full strength.
He would block it again.
Simple as that.
"Come on!" Lu Bu grinned, that terrible, confident smile splitting his ruined face as he reached out toward his legendary weapon.
His burned, skeletal fingertips grazed the handle of the God Force.
Almost there.
The viewers held their collective breath. The Professor closed his eyes, unable to watch. It was over. Lu Bu was going to block it. They'd failed.
But just as Lu Bu's charred fingers were about to close around the hilt—
SNAP.
A silver arc of light shot out from the darkness like a striking viper, moving faster than the human eye could track.
It wrapped tightly around the hilt of the God Force a split second before Lu Bu could complete his grip.
"Yoink," the universe seemed to whisper.
WHOOSH.
Under Lu Bu's absolutely bewildered gaze, his legendary weapon—the weapon he'd wielded for his entire existence, the symbol of his power, the tool of his dominance—was yanked away into the distant shadows by that mysterious silver chain.
Gone.
Just... gone.
Lu Bu stood there, completely empty-handed, his arm still outstretched in a gripping motion toward where his weapon used to be.
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
His brain trying to process what just happened.
"Who are y—?"
BOOM!
The War Elephant of Death slammed directly into his defenseless face with the force of a collapsing star.
The chat exploded.
[Pog]: POGGERS! POGGGGGGGERS!
[MVP]: WHO THE FUCK JUST STOLE THE WEAPON?!
[KillSteal]: YOINK! GREATEST KILLSTEAL IN HISTORY!
[Victory]: GO TO HELL, LU BU! GET FUCKED!
[Hype]: SOMEONE GET THAT CHAIN USER A MEDAL!
[Clutch]: THAT WAS THE MOST CLUTCH PLAY I'VE EVER SEEN!
The green explosion consumed Lu Bu entirely, swallowing him in a second wave of absolute destruction.
This time, there would be no getting back up.
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