Volume One, Chapter 50: Battle with Noah

Torekia remained silent, and the three before him said nothing either; they simply gazed at him, quietly awaiting his command. Yet their eyes burned ever brighter with anticipation.

The Ultimate Lifeform—this was the pinnacle most coveted by beings across the universe. Should they attain such a state, it would be akin to heralding a new era for their entire race. The very balance of the cosmos might be reshaped by such a transformation.

To possess the power to create Ultimate Lifeforms—would that not make their lord an existence even greater? Stronger than the Ultimate Lifeform itself? They dared not let their thoughts wander further down that path. To reach the cosmic level already seemed like a dream, let alone the realm of the Ultimate Lifeform. Even if they advanced no further, they were already content.

Torekia’s gaze swept over their faces. He still did not speak. Instead, he raised his hand slightly, drawing out six demonic swords from the pack, which floated before them. With his other hand, he summoned forth the power of darkness, just as he had before.

Clang!

The six demonic swords shattered simultaneously, their unleashed energies merging with the dark power to form six blades of darkness.

“You two, each choose one,” Torekia said.

Since Bareru already possessed the Dark Nameless Blade, his words naturally referred to Magna and Garum. The two exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, stepped forward to grasp the sword that resonated most deeply with them.

Magna took hold of the mightiest demonic sword—Seven Trout.

Garum chose the Six-Blade Demon Sword, Shipstar, renowned for its transformative ability.

Demonic swords were not only revered by them but were the most sacred artifacts to all life within the Plasma Galaxy. No one refused, nor could anyone refuse.

Magna spun the Dark Trout twice, grinning broadly. “With these demonic swords, have we not become the new Seven-Star Swords?”

“No,” Garum shook his head, letting his fingers glide lightly along the blade of Dark Shipstar. “We are the Dark Seven-Star Swords!”

Bareru also glanced at the Dark Nameless Blade in his own hand. If he guessed correctly, their lord intended to forge a force of Seven-Star Swords belonging solely to the darkness. Otherwise, why create so many?

Bareru lifted his head, drawing a deep breath before asking, “My lord, there are four demonic swords remaining. Do you plan to entrust them to others?”

Garum and Magna immediately looked up as well, their eyes flickering with curiosity. Indeed, there were four more swords. Were there others besides the three of them?

At this thought, all three fell into a daze. By their lord’s actions, would the other four not be, at the very least, at cosmic-level strength as well?

Perhaps… they might even be Ultimate Lifeforms!

Gulp—

All three swallowed in unison, shock written clear on their faces.

“The demonic swords are indeed meant for others,” Torekia said, shaking his head with a mysterious smile, “but you must find those four yourselves.”

“We must?” The eyes of all three widened in disbelief.

“Indeed,” Torekia continued. “Furthermore, within a thousand years, I require you to conquer the Plasma Galaxy.”

“To rule the Plasma Galaxy!” The three drew sharp breaths. But thinking of their current strength, and of their lord… their doubts quickly faded. Three at the cosmic level, one at least as powerful as an Ultimate Lifeform—such might could crush any star system!

A mere Plasma Galaxy—why would it take a thousand years? One would suffice.

Realizing this, the trio immediately knelt, answering in unison, “Yes!”

At that moment, Garum abruptly looked up, as if wishing to speak. Yet his lips moved several times before he said nothing. Torekia glanced at him but did not press. If one lacked even the courage to speak, how could they hope to succeed?

“All right, you may begin now.” Torekia turned away, muttering to himself, “It’s time for me to act as well.”

“Yes, my lord.” The three replied respectfully, departing with the remaining four demonic swords.

Torekia vanished from sight, reappearing above a sea of blazing fire. Concealing himself, he cast his gaze downward.

There, a sharp-eyed Ultrawarrior stood, wielding a massive, gleaming silver bow. The power gathered upon it was enough to obliterate any cosmic-level being.

His target was a colossal beast, its size rivaling that of a small asteroid. The monster’s maw gaped wide, gathering a terrifying energy within.

Four others hovered in the sky, circling the monster’s flanks, harrying it and seeking to break its charge. Yet the beast was simply too powerful—a single strike left them all grievously wounded!

Swatting aside these flies, the monster amassed its energy once more and unleashed it in a thunderous blast.

Crack—

The ray struck the Ultrawarrior, but the sound that followed was as of shattering glass.

The monster froze, visibly stunned.

“Did you not know that mirrors are my specialty?”

A voice full of smug delight sounded, and the monster whirled around.

What greeted it was the Ultimate Arrow, now fully charged!

Boom!

The Ultimate Arrow pierced the monster’s chest, a wave of destructive force instantly flooding its body, mercilessly eradicating all that could sustain life.

“Aaaargh—!”

The monster howled in pain, a gaping hole blown through its torso by the overwhelming power.

“Zero!”

A mighty explosion resounded, and two voices, seething with hatred, rang out fiercely.

But all was already over—the flames saw an end to everything.

Everyone present erupted in joyous cheers, none noticing the cold eyes watching them from high above.

Long after, peace returned to the starry sky.

Torekia slowly descended, then hurled a mass of dark energy forward.

Crack—

A web of fissures spread through the fabric of space. Light refracted from within, pure and mighty.

Bang!

At last, the space could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered completely.

A giant, radiating with light, appeared before Torekia.

“Noah… Ultraman.”

Torekia slowly raised his gaze, a wild, murderous gleam flickering in his eyes.

Boom!

He lifted his hand, unleashing the most powerful force since his rebirth.

Noah Ultraman—the universe’s first light, and its mightiest being.

Torekia dared not be careless, nor underestimate his foe.

He could only—attack with all his strength!

The surging darkness roared forth like demons unleashed from hell, madly lunging at Noah. The storm it conjured crushed the surrounding space in an instant.