Odoacer blanked out, Mithras' voice and words reverberating in his mind as he entered a vegetative state, shaking his head like a fool while his son's Blood Field forced its way towards him.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Argh...ARRRRRRGH!" The King of Kings threw his head back, laughing one moment, and howling psychotic screams the next. The grimaces on his face cleared, and he clenched his fists, knees flexing as the might of his Fractal Blood Field...tripled instantly!
Sanguine flames filled Odoacer's eyes, and he cracked his neck, extending his right hand towards Mithras as his body underwent a complete overhaul.
"Fine! If I can't have my heir, I will enjoy my worthy rival!
Mithras, I haven't gone all out since the day I murdered the previous Dragon King, Menaka's grandfather...100,000 years ago! Since then, I've gotten a lot stronger.
And you are now privileged...TO WITNESS THE TRUE FORM OF THE KING OF KINGS!" Odoacer declared, and just like Hakim beforehand, his frame expanded, ballooning to over three meters as his skin turned scarlet red, and six pairs of flesh wings emerged from his back.
The transformation didn't stop here, Odoacer's hair becoming a mane of burning red flames as a vertical divine wheel formed at his back, topped by a scarlet halo that rippled with astral energies!
"Come on then, son! The Blood Aristocracy has always enforced the Rule by Might! The strongest rules, the strongest's word is law!
All your rhetoric becomes moot points if you cannot transcend my fists! So come on and show me...the man you have become!" Odoacer roared, summoning a blood spear in his right hand, and a scarlet broadsword in the left as he turned into a sanguine hurricane, flying into Mithras at the speed of light!
The two met in a thunderous blast, the Blood Fields bursting into a firework of collapsing stars as Mithras' hammer swung into Odoacer's broadsword, shrieking clangs rumbling while the two traded a flurry of murderous blows!
The Fylkir deflected to the left, making Mithras' swing go wide before ramming his blood spear in his neck!
Mithras broke into atomic particles, letting the spear thrust pass before reforming at Odoacer's side and smashing into his knee! It cracked instantly, Odoacer rolling out of the way as his Fractal Blood Field attempted to devour Mithras' domain invasion.
Mithras didn't care, and with the poise of a death dealer, ambled at his old man—greeting his skull with another lethal hammer swing!
A formation of blood shields lined up around Odoacer's face, supported by a veil darkness that sucked in Mithras' blow. But again, he didn't mind, brandishing his hammer, and lowering it with explosive force.
[Thunderclap]
The heavens shook and the earth rumbled, the land tearing, boulders and jagged earthen pikes shooting upwards as the sky fired barrages of lightning bolts, tornados and vibration waves at the King of Kings. The deluge blasted through Odoacer's defenses, reducing his blood shields and veil into ashes and clearing the way for Mithras' hammer.
A torrential rain fell as well, soaking the two warriors as they entered a mortal dance.
Initially, Odoacer believed his Blood Field could act as the last line of defense. But once his son's hammer came crashing, blasting through his skull like a boulder rolling through an almond nut, he realized it wouldn't work out—flying back in shock!
Mithras gave chase, effortlessly gliding through Odoacer's Blood Field...and devouring it all together!
The moment next, Odoacer's Blood Genesis sneaked out of his body, abandoning him to feed Mithras' Solar Genesis!
The King of Kings couldn't believe it...and yet...this was the truth. Infinite darkness erupted from Odoacer's eyes, pitch-black energies shooting from his pores and forming a sharp contrast with his son's solar flames.
A blinding surge of cosmic rays followed, restoring Odoacer's skull and stabilizing him mid-air. The Fylkir straightened up, a desolate look on his face as he raised his sword and spear like projectiles, hurling both at Mithras!
The writing was on the wall, even in terms of genetics and potential, Mithras and Odoacer...didn't play in the same stratosphere!
But how could the King of Kings possibly accept that ending? The Altar of the Blood Gods fused with Odoacer, and he came flying right back, fangs barred and claws swinging at Mithras!
He didn't dodge, blocking, deflecting or outright absorbing Odoacer's strikes with zero effort. Yet the Fylkir kept trying, like a frenzied beast attempting to rip through his son's absolute defenses!
It didn't work! Nothing worked! Even the Rite of Negation...couldn't pervert Mithras' body or reduce his attributes!
The youth's eyes turned red, and he grabbed his old man by the neck, forcing him back while stepping forward with that same leisurely gait.
Below, millions watched the fight—including Akamana, Belphegor, Suri, Elektra, Celestia, Sucuria, and many others.
A final bystander joined the watch party...the Queen of the Yaksha, Vel'Asha...became the last witness of the King of Kings' final stand!
"RRRRRGH!" An explosion of sanguine sparks and dark rays shot out of Odoacer, sending him flying out of Mithras' hands as he ballooned into a gargantuan dark-red abomination, the Astral Blood Ring above his head expanding into an infinitely large halo of crushing divine might!
Whenever a Fylkir's Blood Potency passed the 129,600 mark, they could unlock the Astral Blood Ring, multiplying their all-around attributes while fusing their attacks with cosmic energies. For the likes of Odoacer and Hakim, this should have provided an overwhelming advantage, enabling them to make up for the gap in flame and blood quality.
Especially Odoacer! This should have been his cheat code!
But sadly, he was facing Mithras...Mithras and Solar Genesis!
[Holy Sacrament: Body of the Sun]
With a smile on his lips, Mithras clenched his fists, becoming a scarlet sun that shone with trillion rays and ripped through Odoacer's monstrous form.
The King of King's Dark Rites...collapsed instantly!
His Blood-Smelting Art...collapsed in the same breath!
Even his Astral Blood Ring wasn't spared, breaking into energy particles that fed Mithras' flames!
Defeat seemed inevitable, so Odoacer did the unthinkable, channeling the souls of the 12 Blood Gods sealed in the Altar!
But why should Mithras give him the chance to pull off a heist? With a grasping motion, the King of Monsters ripped out the Altar of the Blood Gods, collecting it alongside Odoacer's armor before aiming his hammer at the sky—and activating the Third Secret: Gigantism!
Mithras' weight ballooned to planetary proportions, his hammer expanding like an infinitely tall metallic pole before dropping with the speed of a thunderbolt, the might of crashing celestial bodies, and sinking the King of Kings...in a loud, rumbling blast!
Odoacer cratered, burned to ashes by Mithras' solar flames, reforming and burning again as he entered a living hell.
Mithras fluttered to the ground, dropping like a swan as he towered above his collapsing father with his hammer resting on his shoulder.
"Accept defeat with the dignity of a warrior, and take the L like a man. Father...you've lost," Mithras said, letting Odoacer's body reform in his arms...before tearing through his neck and decimating him like the rest!