Whisper POV – Solomon, Lord of the Universe - ???
The light of our enemy's trap still burns in the air when I raise my hand, while my sensors pick up the heaven-shaking change that just happened before my very eyes.
The faint spiral energy chains crackle, locking the skies, the earth, and even this very reality into what can only be described as an infinite well of power that is not my own creation and neither is of my backer, Unicron.
Almost on instinct, I try to make use of the power of my Blessing as Champion of Power, to empower the Energon within my body and break one of those faint spiral energy chains; however, my attack fails to have any effect at all.
At the same time, I notice that my patron, Unicron, and the very Chaos Gods it subjucated, tried to do the same in their own ways, but even entities of their immense power failed to break them, making me realize that we are truly trapped in this new, unfamiliar universe for the time being.
For the first time in these 20 or so years of relentless conquest and destruction, I feel the sensation of limitation.
The edges of this new universe press against me, rules reshaped to fit a will not mine, nor that of my patron. The audacity of it. The arrogance behind such an act.
At this point, I laugh, the sound rolls across the battlefield, silencing the Chaos Daemons, the Cybertronians, and the other subjucated paws alike for an instant as I roar, "You think you can bind me? Me? Whisper, the Champion of Power, the Herald of Unicron, the Conqueror of the Omniverse?"
My voice carries across the now sealed world like thunder, the smirk on my face never falters while I think confidently, 'Why should it? This wasn't the first time some insect thought they had outplayed me. And every time before, I had turned their schemes into fuel for my rise. And yet...'
There is a tightness in my chest, a pressure that isn't simply annoyance, a whisper in the back of my own mind, mocking me with irony: This is your first true setback, the first time something you took you completely by surprise without any foretold warning.
At this point, countless questions swarm around my mind, 'Why? Why didn't the Mimics warn me of this possibility? Could it be that something is wrong with them? No! That's impossible; their chronokinetic technology never failed until now. Not even against the most powerful time manipulators of the Warhammer 40K Universe, they have failed... Maybe I'm simply worrying too much about it? Maybe this change isn't significant enough to force the Omega Mimic to reset the timeline and warn me. After all, even if we are trapped in this strange prison-like universe, the Warp is still present, even if trapped in this reality. We still have an overwhelming advantage in numbers. Even if their resistance is much stronger than what I expected, we are still winning... But what if...'
Clenching my fist, I crush that last thought in an instant, the Energon within my body flares as I fully tap in my Blessing, and the very faint, chains crackle as I yell while my eyes lock on the floating figure of the blue haired man across the battlefield, the who boldly declared our final sentence, "Your prison will not hold me and my army for long. Your trick only delays the inevitable. And when it fails... When you fail... I will make your death slow and make you watch as we destroy everything you tried to protect."
My smile becomes wider because I fully believe what I just said; I had to.
Jayr POV – Solomon, Lord of the Universe - ???
The Champion of Power's laughter washes over the battlefield, but I don't have any reaction to it, I can clearly feel the chains binding the Central World and the whole universe around it tighten with every word he spat cutting off the Warp, the Chaos Gods, and even Unicron's influence from the rest of the Omniverse keeping them all trapped in the infinite universe created by my Ultimate Skill Solomon, Lord of the Universe.
They could strain against them all they wanted; this universe is completely under my control, and now, they are contained, unable to escape, unable to affect anything outside of it.
I calmly land back on the ground, my Digimon Partners standing at my side, their gazes burning with resolve as I murmur, "Let him talk. Arrogance will be his first and last mistake." While, at the same time, thinking, 'Now it is our turn.'
At this point, I focus my will on Solomon to make sure that my voice carries through everywhere within the universe, "Everyone, it's time to stop holding back! Show yourselves. The counterattack begins!"
In response to my rally, the battlefields all over the world erupt as the forces we kept hidden until now surge forth.
From the shadows of Tempest, entire divisions of Steel Saint and the Digimon of the Bidi Brigade, led by Cassios and the Ultimate Level Brigadramon and Darkdramon, charge forward, their battle cries shaking the ground.
Together with them, there are also Hajime and his harem, followed by the Apostles, who started to lay waste to any enemy in their sight.
Seiya, Shiryu, Hyoga, Shun, Ikki, and Orphèe also emerged from their hidden spots and joined the other battles taking place in other areas of the Central World, supporting the forces of the Demon Lords, the Human Kingdoms in the west, the Empire in the West, and so on, turning the tides of every battlefield with their immense powers.
Joining the other battlefields are also the Specters and the Undead who came here under Eri's orders, the Marines of Poseidon, Freid, the Liberators, and their army of Golems and Evolved Monsters.
And beyond them, even more as the people from the Dragon Ball Multiverse, Saitama and his gang, and the Royal Knights also joined the battle, obliterating a massive number of enemies.
Saori is commanding everything from within the Athena's God Bidoof, while my personal ship unloads all her non-planet-buster weapons on swarms of enemies, and the Gold Saints swiftly obliterate all those who get a little too close.
Tio took her Dragon Form and is laying waste to all the enemies, fighting together with an excited Milim, who never had the chance to let loose like this until now.
Alvida, on the other hand, is becoming a true menace on the battlefield, turning literally anything in her area slippery to an absurd degree: enemies slipping on air, weapons slipping out of the hands of those about to use them, the air itself slipping away from her targets, instantly creating void zones and generating massive and deadly implosions.
But most notably of all, is the fake moon up in the sky that shed away its disguise and turned into the titanic Gunman, Cathedral Lazengann.
Cathedral Lazengann is very similar to Super Galaxy Gurren Lagann, the only difference is that the color scheme of Cathedral Lazengann is a slightly darker one with the drills on its shoulders and on its feet being red instead of golden and the fact that both its head and chest face do not have the iconic sunglasses, as it is mostly influenced by Lordgenome and Lazengann who are functioning as Cathedral Lazengann's Spiral Engine.
The fully emerged Cathedral Lazengann, who is still shining in the bright green of the Spiral energy that continues to constantly absorb, then quickly attacks one of the massive Cybertronian battleships out in space with its Fingertip Drill, easily breaking through their energy shield and blowing them up.
At the same time, all the Space Gunmen are dispatched from Cathedral Lazengann, with Arc-Gurren Lagann taking the lead.
They start to attack the other battleships and mechanical enemies out there, who keep emerging from the Warp and from within Unicron's massive body, and that hasn't landed on this planet yet, massively slowing down the constant stream of enemies swarming the Central World.
Meanwhile, I also notice a squadron of Grapearls descending on the planet and joining the battle.
The Grapearls are mass-produced Gunmen based on the Gurren Lagann.
They are large, humanoid robots that are predominantly gray and white, with striking orange accents on their shoulder protrusions, legs, and chest.
Overall, they look very similar to Gurren Lagann, obviously because they are mass-produced Gunmen developed using data from Gurren Lagann, making them fully optimized for combat.
(Image Here - Grapearls)
Leading this squadron of Grapearls are Gimmy and Darry's customized Grapearls, which are almost identical to the regular ones.
The only difference is their colors and a few details.
Gimmy's Grapearl is dark blue with red accents and has a singular red horn on top of its head.
Meanwhile, Darry's Grapearl has a peach color with green accents and two green horns on the sides of its head.
(Image Here - Gimmy's Grapearl; Darry's Grapearl)
However, they aren't the only ones descending to this planet to join the battle, as there is one more Gunman among them.
This particular Gunman also reminds me of Gurren Lagann, Lazengann, and my own Crater Garr, as it is a "two-faced" one.
However, this Gunman is predominantly dark purple and black, with bright lime green accents on its shoulders, arms, and legs.
Its design is angular and sharp, with many intricate details in its armor.
Its head is helmet-like with a pointed crest, and it features glowing yellow eyes, giving it a menacing yet powerful appearance.
More importantly this one looks exactly like a Gunman version of the EVA-01 from Neon Genesis Evangelion, and fights with a ferocity that is equal to the EVA-01's Berserk Mode as it rips apart any enemy standing in its way using a purple, two-pointed spear, also known as a bident, with a clear double-helical shape carrying throughout its' body made entirely of Spiral Power.
The spear is extremely long, standing taller than the Gunman using it, with most of its length coming from its shaft, where the double-helical shape is tightly wound before gradually splitting apart to form the two massive tines.
All this makes me instantly realize that this is Reiki's unit, Evanngelion.
(Image Here - Evanngelion)
Watching all this, I can't help but smirk when suddenly, I hear Hajime's voice as he yells with an excited tone, "Oooh! An EVA-01-like Gunman! This is just too peak!"
I take a look in his direction and see a starry-eyed Hajime focusing his attention on Reiki's Evanngelion as he casually shoots down dozens of Daemons with his magical guns, Donner & Schlag, and funnel-like Cross Welts while Yue calmly crushes a swarm of mechanical abominations using her overpowered gravity magic.
At this point, Hajime looks at Yue and says, "Yue! I can't hold back any longer! It's time to unleash my masterpiece!"
The next moment, a massive summoning circle appears behind Hajime, and from it, a 16.6-meter-tall mecha appears whose color scheme is dominated by black, red, white, and gold accents.
It is a giant humanoid robot, a mobile suit, more specifically a freaking Gundam, which loosely reminds me of the legendary GF13-017NJII God Gundam from Mobile Fighter G Gundam.
The mobile suit is predominantly black and dark gray, with stark red accents on its chest, legs, and shoulders.
White sections add highlights and contrast to the darker elements, and there are noticeable gold embellishments on the shoulders, around joints, and on the edges of its feet, reminiscent of metallic trim.
The mobile suit has a complex design, boasting multiple layers of armor plating, sharp angular edges, and pointed protrusions that extend from its shoulders and head.
Its head features a distinctive crown-like crest, also accented with gold.
It has large, claw-like hands and feet, suggesting formidable strength and potentially aggressive capabilities.
The arms and legs appear powerfully built, suggesting great strength and mobility, which are essential in a Mobile Fighter, who are famous for their close combat capabilities.
At this point, Hajime looks at me and, with a grin on his face, he announces, "I told you I would do it! Here it is! My ultimate creation! I took inspiration from the GF13-017NJII God Gundam, the GF13-011NC Dragon Gundam, and the GF13-001NHII Master Gundam to create it. My own personal mobile suit, the NH00-001J Maoh Gundam!"
(Image Here - NH00-001J Maoh Gundam)
Shortly after that announcement, Hajime and Yue jump into the cockpit and start to pilot the Maoh Gundam, which immediately starts to lay waste to any enemy in its range, unleashing a combination of devastating physical blows and very powerful magical spells cast by Yue and amplified in both power and range by the Maoh Gundam, making it a true terror on the battlefield.
At this point, it is clear that this is no longer a desperate defense, but a true war.
And then he makes his appearance.
The battlefield quakes again, but not from Unicron, not from the Chaos Gods, not from the Champion of Power, not from the Daemons. This is something else.
The Doom Slayer hit the ground like a meteor, scattering Daemons in every direction.
He rises without a word, his trusty shotgun in one hand, blade in the other, visor reflecting the firestorm around him, and it seems that the Daemons instinctively recognized him and what he truly represents, making them scream, not in rage, but in fear.
And he answers them with silence and slaughter.
He moves like a storm given flesh, a Super Shotgun blast obliterates a Greater Daemon in a single shot, its body folding in on itself, his blade tears through another, bisecting it cleanly.
A Daemon the size of a building lunges toward him, claws dripping with Warp-fire, but the Doom Slayer meets it head-on, catching one claw with his bare hand, making the daemon shriek as bones crack beneath his grip.
Without a word, he yanks the beast forward and drives the Doomblade up through its throat, pinning it in place, and then, with one shotgun blast to the skull, blows its head into fragments of ichor.
As the corpse falls, the Doom Slayer has already turned away, focusing on his next target, a towering Cybertronian who is aiming its plasma cannon at Rimuru's lines.
The Doom Slayer vaults onto its back, rips open the plating with his gauntleted hands, and tears the pilot core out with a crunch, making the Cybertronian stagger.
The next moment, the Doom Slayer seizes the massive cannon, wrenches it sideways, and fires, obliterating a line of Daemons in a blast so bright that it sears the air.
Then he rams the cannon barrel through the Cybertronian's own chest, leaving the husk smoldering.
Right at this moment, a winged Daemon Prince sweeps down on him, Warp-flame spewing from its maw.
The Doom Slayer notices it and leaps to meet it in midair, his Super Shotgun chains to its chest, yanking him into its face, then he plunges the Doomblade through one eye, ripping downward, and rides the corpse as it plummets, leaping free a heartbeat before impact.
As the Daemon explodes in fire and gore, the Doom Slayer lands without a sound; however, he finds himself surrounded by a swarm of Lesser Daemons.
Without any hesitation, the Doom Slayer pulls the chainsaw from his back and moves.
The first swipe bisects two creatures at once, the second carves through three more, then he continues to swing his trusty chainsaw as more and more Daemons become his victims.
Gore sprays in arcs, painting him red as he moves with machine precision, and by the time the chainsaw sputtered dry, the pile of corpses is higher than he is tall.
He doesn't slow, doesn't hesitate, doesn't waste a single motion.
Everywhere he goes, Daemons die, not banished, not dispersed, slaughtered.
The allies see him, and their morale surges; the Daemons see him, and their formations break; even the Chaos Gods stir uneasily.
He doesn't care, he doesn't need words, the Doom Slayer does what he always did, he rips and tears through all the enemies, when I suddenly hear one of the scared Cybertronians roar, "What the hell is he!?"
I almost laugh despite the very serious situation as I quote some of the very iconic words of Dr. Elena Richardson with my own spin, "Maybe he is a God. Maybe he represents these people's rage, their will to persevere, to overcome that which would threaten their survival. He is uncompromising, a relentless being of violence, that knows no mention of the hesitation shown by the many leaders and politicians during our time of judgment. The only thing they fear is him. He cut through them like a sickle through a field, his fury surpassing their own. He is faster, more relentless. He is… DOOM."
Nellika POV - Solomon, Lord of the Universe - ???
The tide has turned.
With the Slayer tearing through the Daemons, with Saints unleashing their full strength, with Saitama and his gang letting loose, the Digimon, Goku, and all the other powerful individuals that Jayr brought here, the battle has shifted.
However, the enemy didn't falter, not fully at least.
Unicron roars up in the space, its immense, planet sized bulk becoming even bigger creating a terrifying shadow over this whole world as massive Cybertronian titans emerge from its body and with join it, their cannons scorching space itself as they fight against the massive Space Gunmen of the Tengen Toppa Dai Gurren Brigade while many more enemies, smaller in size, keep descending on this world and join the enemy forces.
At the same time, the battle spread beyond the forests, beyond the cities, beyond the continents, across the entire trapped world.
Cities become warzones, oceans boil as leviathans clash with constructs, and volcanoes erupt under the strain of energies unleashed by the various warriors.
And above it all, in orbit, the heavy hitters meet.
I look skyward, my stomach twisting, 'The scale of this war is beyond comprehension. Beyond anything I've ever experienced until now. Gods, machines, titans, and warriors locked in battles so immense that the planet itself groans beneath them. This isn't a battle anymore. It is an apocalypse. And what is worse is that I know for certain that many of the fighters present are still holding back...'
Paul POV - Solomon, Lord of the Universe - ???
I launch myself skyward, my Viltrumite blood burning hotter than ever thanks to the empowerment of my Unique Skill Avenger.
The ground battle is endless, but up here, the real fight has truly begun.
A Cybertronian warship spots me, its cannons fire, but I tear through the barrage, slamming into its hull, and rip it apart piece by piece.
The vacuum of space doesn't slow me; I could fight here forever if I had to, but my eyes aren't on these annoying machines; they are focused on him, the Champion of Power.
Even trapped in this universe, even with his backers contained, he still looks at me with contempt, as if I'm some kind of insignificant ant, something that makes me growl in rage, "I'll make you see me, even if it kills me. I'll rip the spark out of your body...! I'll have my revenge!"
Shortly after saying that, I throw myself back into the fray, determined to leave a trail of corpses and broken machines in my wake until he has no choice but to notice and fight me.
More Cybertronians move toward me, their metal bodies cut through the stars, thrusters blazing, optics glowing with mechanical zeal toward their only god.
They come in waves, dozens, then hundreds, a swarm of shifting steel.
I float in their path, clench my fists, the Holy Power already rising in my veins. It burns hotter the more I fight, mending my body and making it even stronger the more strain my body feels, and right now, my body feels a lot of strain from the constant fighting, and that makes me much stronger than before.
The first one reaches me, a machine the size of a battleship, arms splitting into cannons.
The barrels are charged with light, but I don't give it the chance to fire. I dart forward, my speed turning me into a blur, and my fist drives straight through its chest.
I feel the metal bend like wet paper, and I don't stop there; I drag myself through its body, tearing it apart, and when I burst out the other side, the explosion blooms behind me like a second sun.
But the others don't slow, they don't fear me, they don't fear anything, as their will is completely subdued to their god.
Three smaller ones flank me, transforming mid-charge, their ship-like forms folding into humanoid giants with weapons for arms.
Missiles streak past my head, one clips my shoulder and detonates. It stings a little, but it's nothing compared to what I've experienced until now.
I lunge, grab one by the leg, and whip it into the other two. The collision rattles through space, and before they can reorient, I'm on them, hands ripping steel jaws apart, wires snapping like tendons.
A blade slashes across my back, making me snarl, spin, and see a towering figure, red and black plating, eyes burning bright like fire, stronger than the rest, and for a very good reason, as this particular Cybertronian is empowered and corrupted by Wrap, turning it into a Cybertronian Daemon.
The searing pain in my back reminds me that I can't underestimate these nameless enemies and that their weapons are still able to harm me despite how much I've improved.
He moves like a frenzied warrior, he swings again, an Energon blade nearly catching my neck, and for the first time since this war began, I feel a little bit of pressure.
It's fast, for a machine, frighteningly fast.
We collide, fists against steel, shockwaves rippling outward, stars tremble in the distance from the sheer force.
He blocks my punches, counters with blows that stagger me, but I refuse to yield.
I drive my forehead into its faceplate, shattering metal and sending it spinning back.
The swarm presses closer, rockets, beams, blades, an entire army trying to crush me.
I grin as I tear through them again, faster, meaner. A missile detonates against my chest, and I use the momentum to slam into another titan, ripping its arm free and using it as a weapon against the next.
The void fills with fire and shrapnel, with the glittering remains of Cybertronian warriors.
But I know this isn't over yet.
The red-and-black mechanical abominon is back on his feet, blade glowing, and behind him, more Cybertronians emerge from the massive planet-like Unicron that seems to get bigger and bigger the more time passes, hundreds more, maybe thousands.
I clench my fists, spit blood into the void, then, with a quick glance, I see many familiar figures converging to my position, coming to my aid, and smile while muttering, "Let them come. We are going to overcome this."
Jayr POV - Solomon, Lord of the Universe - ???
Solomon shakes under the weight of the war inside it, my Spiral Cosmo chains strain, groan, but hold on firmly, keeping the universe containing the Central World bound to my domain.
The Chaos Gods, Unicron, and the Champion of Power constantly try to break them, to free themselves from the constraints of the Ultimate Skill that I've created for this single purpose: To have a battlefield where I can unleash all my power without worrying about harming or destroying entire multiverses.
Meanwhile, the counterattack had fully begun, and for the first time since the invasion began, the balance had truly shifted.
I take a moment to glance at the Champion of Power, but soon I dismiss him as I've promised Paul that he will be his prey and, more importantly, the most troublesome opponent isn't him, it is the immense shadow above us, Unicron.
I can feel it. Unicron is still growing stronger, growing bigger each passing moment.
Then I also notice that the situation out in space is getting worse, as more and more mechanical abomination keeps coming out from Unicron's body, some of which are even tapping into the power of the Wrap, and the ones fighting out there are slowly getting overwhelmed.
Seeing that, I immediately send a quick message to those who are able to fight in the vacuum of space and inform Saori and my Digimon Partners that I'm heading before I start to rise, leaving the defense of this planet to them.