**Chapter: 101
Title:The Warlord's Wrath
The opening begins with a blinding streak of lightning erupting from below, its brilliance searing the eyes of anyone who dared to look. It shot upward like a spear of pure energy, slamming into the floating island with a deafening **CRACK!** The impact sent an massive shockwave rippling across the surface, scattering dust and debris in every direction. The air itself seemed to tremble, the ground groaning under the weight of the force.
Sakamoto's humanoid form, the *Cursed Sun Lord*, stood unmoved amidst the chaos. Its skeletal frame, wrapped in tattered black robes and wreathed in black flames, exuded an aura of defiance. With a single, deliberate motion, it swung its bone blade forward. The force released by the swing cut through the dust like a scythe, clearing the air to reveal the towering figure that had emerged from below.
The warlord stood at an imposing 700 centimeters—24 feet of raw, primal power. His body was a canvas of scars and tattoos, each mark telling a story of battles fought and curses endured. A Viking's helmet sat atop his head, its horns curving upward like the claws of a beast. One eye was patched, the other glowing with a malevolent light. In his right hand, he held a massive shield crafted from the shell of a tortoise, its surface etched with the image of a coiled serpent. This was Ark Angel Michael, the King of Curses one of the warlord lord of ancient times.
The warlord took a deep breath, his chest expanding as if savoring the air for the first time in centuries. His voice, deep and thunderous, rumbled across the battlefield. "Ah… how beautiful it is to see the light again," he said, his tone almost wistful. "To breathe fresh air instead of being locked away in that wretched darkness."
Jayesh, lying battered on the ground, muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the warlord's booming words. "Dinesh is gone… there's no one left to use the mummified technique to seal him again." His eyes flicked to Sakamoto's humanoid form, a flicker of hope amidst the despair. "It's all up to you now…"
Ark Angel Michael's gaze shifted downward, his glowing eye locking onto the *Cursed Sun Lord*. His expression twisted into a mix of curiosity and disdain. "And what is this?" he rumbled, his voice like the growl of distant thunder. "Some kind of abomination?"
The humanoid form growled in response, smoke curling from the sides of its demonic mask. Its glowing eyes burned brighter, and without warning, it swung its bone sword in a vertical arc. A powerful force slash erupted from the blade, cutting through the air with a piercing howl. It reached the warlord in mere seconds, but Ark Angel Michael moved with surprising speed for his size. His shield shifted, intercepting the attack with a resounding **CLANG!**
The force slash dissipated harmlessly against the tortoise-shell shield, leaving not even a scratch. The warlord chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed across the battlefield. "Just how I like it," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "No words, just fighting." His laughter grew louder, a proper Viking's roar—**BoHahahahahahahahaha!**—before he suddenly stopped, his expression turning serious. "Very well then, monster. Let's see if you can survive this."
He raised his free hand, muttering under his breath. "Curse Release: Desert Sandwarm."
The ground beneath the humanoid form rumbled violently, then split open as two massive sandworms burst forth. Their jagged teeth snapped hungrily, their bodies writhing as they lunged at the *Cursed Sun Lord*. But before their jaws could close around him, the humanoid form vanished, reappearing several meters away with effortless grace.
The sandworms, undeterred, turned and charged again, their massive bodies shaking the ground as they closed the distance. Dust and debris trailed in their wake, the air thick with the sound of their hissing and the grinding of their teeth.
The humanoid form growled, its grip tightening on the bone sword. With a swift, fluid motion, it hurled the blade forward, executing a vertical slash that released a devastating force. The attack sliced through the sandworms' heads, severing them cleanly. But the creatures didn't stop. Their heads regenerated almost instantly, their bodies surging forward with renewed fury.
By the time they reached the humanoid form, it was too late. The *Cursed Sun Lord* stood its ground, its skeletal hands shooting out to grasp the sandworms by their belly's. Flames erupted from its palms, consuming the creatures in an inferno that burned hotter than the sun. The sandworms writhed and screeched, their bodies exploding into chunks of charred flesh that rained down across the battlefield.
Ark Angel Michael watched, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Impressive," he said, his voice tinged with approval. But his smile quickly faded as he blurred forward, his massive form moving with shocking speed. He swung his shield downward, slamming it into the ground where the humanoid form stood.
**CRASH!!!**
The impact was catastrophic, the ground shattering beneath the force of the blow. The *Cursed Sun Lord* was driven into the earth, only its head remaining above the surface. Its demonic mask stared up at the warlord, glowing eyes burning with defiance.
Then, it roared.
A powerful blast erupted from its mouth, the force of it shattering the ground and sending Ark Angel Michael skidding backward. The warlord raised his shield, deflecting the attack, but the sheer power of the blast forced him to retreat several steps.
The humanoid form twisted its body, rotating 360 degrees within the ground before launching itself upward. It flew toward the warlord, its hand outstretched, a ball of burning fire forming in its palm. The flames erupted in a torrent, engulfing Ark Angel Michael in a searing inferno. But once again, the warlord's shield absorbed the attack, dispersing the flames harmlessly.
With a grunt, Ark Angel Michael swung his shield, slamming it into the humanoid form and sending it flying backward. The *Cursed Sun Lord* skidded across the ground, its skeletal legs digging trenches into the earth before it came to a stop. It stood upright, vapor escaping from its mask as it stared down the warlord.
Then, it did something unexpected.
It raised its hand and called forth the bone sword as it hurled towards him and then it puts the bone sword to its mouth and began to eat it. The blade disappeared into its maw, piece by piece, until nothing remained. Its stomach bulged briefly before settling, and then it opened its mouth again. This time, tiny shards of bone shot forward, moving at blinding speed.
Ark Angel Michael raised his shield, but the bone shards phased straight through it, their trajectory unhindered. His glowing eye widened in surprise. "A Shinkai-based attack?" he muttered, his voice tinged with both curiosity and respect. "A power that defies the laws of Shen and Od energy…"
He leaped backward, putting distance between himself and the attack. The bone shards struck the ground where he had stood, exploding in a burst of energy that left a massive crater in their wake.
The warlord landed heavily, his expression hardening. "Very well," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "If that's how you want to play…"
He reached up, his massive fingers gripping the patch that covered his left eye. With a single, deliberate motion, he tore it away, revealing a glowing red eye that pulsed with an godly light. The moment the eye was uncovered, an enormous surge of Shen erupted from his body, the force of it shattering the floating island and sending cracks racing through the ground.
Jayesh, already on the verge of collapse, was overwhelmed by the sudden energy. His vision blurred, his body crumpling to the ground as he struggled to stay conscious. "Ark Angel Michael… has revealed his Evil Eye," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "This… is no good…"
Meanwhile, in Sakamoto's shadow realm, Rajesh frantically searched for a way out. The vast, endless plain offered no clues, no obvious exits. But he couldn't give up. Not now. "There has to be a way," he muttered, his voice filled with desperation. "I have to get back… before it's too late…"
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