Battle Through The Heavens Manga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His vision came back slowly, not in clarity but in fragments, light bleeding into shape, movement resolving into structure as the battlefield reassembled itself around him in pieces rather than a whole. Above him, the sky bore the scar of the Spire’s strike, a jagged wound carved through smoke and ash where the beam had passed, embers drifting downward in slow, suspended arcs, almost detached from the violence that birthed them. The heavens over Hell looked torn open and stitched badly, an ugly seam leaking fire.

I heard shouting coming from behind me. “HELL YEAH! The reinforcements have arrived.” Tanner yelled through the Link. I looked back and saw hundreds upon hundreds of our ally warriors charging into the fight. Large shadows appeared from overhead. Loud roaring blasted as fire lit up the night sky. I turned my head to look up and saw something I had only heard of. Dragons, lots of them! The largest, a big black one, let out a surge of blue flames that easily took out fifty enemy warriors on the ground. Things are finally starting to look up for us. My mistake was losing focus. A cloth covered my mouth, and everything went dark. ~ Gabriel’s POV ~

But before I could complete the shift, they hit me mid-transformation. Claws raked my back. Teeth tore into my shoulder. Pain burst like lightning through my body. I fought back, half-shifted, my growls mixing with my own human screams. And then—a white-hot agony. A blade. Silver. Rammed straight into my spine. I collapsed onto my knees as fire spread through my veins. The silver worked fast-burning, searing, killing everything it touched. My muscles seized up, blistering my skin around the wound. I gasped; my vision blurred, and that's when I saw him—a man stepping out from behind the pack, calm, collected. His eyes were cold.

he said, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze cutting through the line of first-years like a blade. "This is not a class you pass by attendance or charm. It is a class you survive." A faint breeze stirred the banners above as he continued, calm and unyielding. "Here, you will learn to fight—without a beast to hide behind, without allies to save you, and without the lies you tell yourselves about who you are. Steel, body, and instinct. You will break habits, bones if necessary, and whatever illusions you carried through those gates. Some of you will earn skill. Fewer will earn control. And those who cannot learn either... will not remain." He paused, letting the silence settle heavy in the

His grip on the ritual wavered. The dark symbols flickered wildly. Some shattered completely. The worst of the tremors began to ease. The purple-black flames started to die down, though the earth still groaned in protest and distant screams continued to echo through the night. The apocalypse had been halted — not purely by force, but because I had struck the one crack in his armored heart. Marcus let out a broken, agonized sob that seemed to come from the depths of his shattered soul. “She… she was everything…”

The dark matter which comprised their battlefield earlier closed out like a wound that instantly healed as it brought anew the rest of the universes that were parted away from one another’s touch. The walls were refashioned and the once gaping maws of a sunken space disappeared completely in the breaths that followed. __________________ In another portion of the infinite skies, a battle has yet to conclude. "BANG!" Maru felt his body get sliced up to a million small pieces. The pain was incredible and even if he had already experienced this kind of punishment for uncountable times since their engagement began, still, pain was pain. And there was no numbing to the taste of the sharp biting me

He tore across the sky like a storm given form. Fire rolled from his jaws in savage bursts. His claws raked across Yonah’s silver flank, carving glowing wounds into immortal flesh. Yonah answered with thunder and fang, his wings flashing with metallic light as he struck back with enough force to split the clouds apart. Their battle churned the heavens into chaos—fire, lightning, silver, and ash. Then Yonah drew back. The air itself seemed to shudder around him as he gathered his strength for one final strike. Silver light blazed over his body, and lances of lightning speared downward from the heavens, piercing the sky around him until he appeared wreathed in a storm of his own making.

The tattooed man kicked again, doubling me over as his foot connected with my stomach. "Any last words?" He sneered, leaning over me. I forced my gaze up, meeting his eyes. He grinned, warping the sun tattoo into an odd shape on his cheek. "Well?" I opened my mouth, about to cuss at him when he fell forward, covering me in a splatter of blood. I gasped. I'd thought the pain from him kicking me was bad, but the pain of his dead weight bearing down on my beaten body had me balancing the edge of consciousness. I looked up, trying to force the engulfing black away and met pale blue eyes. It seemed my guardian wasn't just a pretty face.

The energy field of space had been totally warped by these intense battles. It was like the mythic battlefield between the gods and the demons. "Brother Ding, why are you still staring blankly into space? The libraries won't wait for you. Don't you want a share of them?" They were about to break into the largest library of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect. As Song Que turned around, he found Ding Hao staring blankly at the sky, watching the battles which resembled the fights between gods and demons. He had to remind Ding Hao of this.

"Whatever energy you can use to touch that power. Make sure you touch it." “Let's go.” Akira said, closing her eyes, but mine was open. I could not close it. It felt like the best way to reach for whatever was inside of me. Around us, the battle was spiraling into a nightmare. Our warriors were struggling, barely holding their ground as they fought the other side. Blood soaked the battlefield, mixing with the strange blue liquid pouring from Neptune’s fallen soldiers. And the goddesses? They were playing with us. They were having fun, and it showed in their expressions that they were having fun.