Episode 704

A thunderous crack echoed as the bronze body of the archangel moved with an imposing presence. Four arms extended, conjuring bronze-colored spears. Raphael, his face masked in bronze, glared at Zeke with eyes that flashed dangerously.

Zeke, unfazed by the archangel’s intimidating form, spoke calmly. “So, you were one of the Knights of the Round Table.”

He realized that the being who had wiped out his comrades was indeed an angel. Gripping a sword imbued with starlight, Zeke felt the ominous energy emanating from it, prompting Raphael to unleash a powerful aura.

The half-destroyed ark crumbled under Raphael’s overwhelming force, yet Zeke stood his ground, matching the archangel’s intensity with his own.

Raphael moved first, hurling four spears at Zeke with supersonic speed. Zeke stepped forward, swinging his sword to create a barrier of wind that deflected the spears, which fell to the ground, crumpled like clay.

Without hesitation, Zeke swung his starlit sword at Raphael. The simple motion carried the divine power of a transcendent being, radiating holiness. Raphael unfurled his wings, forming a shield to block the attack, but it was insufficient.

Zeke’s strike shattered Raphael’s shield and continued its path, striking the archangel’s body with explosive force. The impact sent Raphael hurtling into the distance, the collision so powerful it leveled a mountain into a plain.

From the debris, Raphael emerged, struggling to rise with a deep wound across his chest. Half of his eight wings had been reduced to ash. Despite the pain, he attempted to stand, only to be met by Zeke descending from the sky, crushing Raphael’s head beneath his heel.

Raphael’s remaining wings and arms twitched helplessly. Zeke, having absorbed the corrupted primordial light, had become a force beyond the archangel’s capacity to challenge. As he stood over Raphael, Zeke sensed something amiss.

The sky split open, revealing angels with bodies of gold, silver, and bronze—Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel, the other archangels. Behind them appeared a being of pure radiance, so bright that Zeke squinted against the glare.

He recognized the figure immediately. “The King in Yellow.”

The radiant being looked down at Zeke and spoke. “Zeke Draker, I knew you would show yourself again.”

Though isolated by the demon king, the being had never believed Zeke would simply vanish. Zeke addressed him, “Arthur Draker, have you absorbed all of Apollyon’s power?”

The luminous figure replied calmly, “Do you truly see me as the insignificant Arthur Draker?”

Zeke’s expression hardened. Before being trapped in the void, the King in Yellow had claimed Arthur Draker’s identity, calling himself Apollyon. But now, he denied being Arthur Draker.

The radiant being extended wings of light, declaring, “Zeke Draker, because of you, the primordial light has vanished, allowing me to reclaim my true name.”

With those words, a divine sword appeared in his hand, its power surpassing even the primordial light. Zeke realized that the name ‘Apollyon’ had been a seal, much like the goddess Theia’s name, meant to contain his power.

The being, still shining brilliantly, raised the divine sword toward Zeke. “My name is Metatron, the most exalted above the heavens, the one who will end the old era by seizing the sword of the primordial god.”

Zeke frowned at the power of the one who called himself Metatron. “So, Arthur Draker was just a pawn for you, to reclaim your true name stolen by the primordial light.”

Metatron’s radiance intensified. “Do you think such a trivial being could wield my power?”

The sheer brilliance of Metatron’s light threatened to burn the soul and blind the eyes. Even with Arthur Draker’s ambition, accepting Metatron’s divine power would have been impossible.

Zeke, facing Metatron’s radiant wings, spoke. “Your plan was to use Arthur Draker and me to erase all traces of the primordial light, trigger Ragnarok, and create a new divine world.”

Metatron smiled, satisfied. “Excellent. Without you, the irregular, I could not have removed the power of the primordial light that created this stage.”

Using Zeke to eliminate the corrupted primordial light, the demon king’s power, and shedding the seal of Apollyon—this was Metatron’s ideal scenario, long in the making. Even Zeke absorbing the demon king’s power was part of Metatron’s plan.

Metatron, holding the divine sword, looked at Zeke with arrogance. “Zeke Draker, I have a proposal. Become my avatar, and I will make you the king of the new world.”

This was Metatron’s offer, not the King in Yellow’s. Zeke, holding his starlit sword, responded with disdain. “Screw you.”

Metatron chuckled, amused by Zeke’s defiance. “I expected nothing less.”

With that, the three archangels—Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel—charged at Zeke, their weapons imbued with celestial power. Zeke swung his sword, scattering them with a powerful strike.

Metatron observed Zeke’s sword with interest. “A sword combining light and shadow. Fascinating. It could perfect my own.”

The divine sword Metatron wielded was originally crafted by the primordial light, imbued with the creator’s power. Metatron had stolen it to kill the primordial light, but in doing so, he had been sealed within it, losing his true name and becoming known as the sun god Apollyon.

After much effort, he completed the divine sword through his avatar, Arthur Draker, and reclaimed the name Metatron. Yet, the original sword made by the primordial light remained incomplete.

Metatron eyed Zeke’s sword with greed. “Offer that sword to me, and I will extinguish your soul without pain.”

Zeke scoffed at Metatron’s words. “You’re no different from Arthur Draker with your nonsense.”

With a calm gaze, Zeke gripped his starlit sword, drawing upon the power of shadow and light. As the forces combined, a galaxy unfolded from Zeke’s body.

Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel unleashed their celestial powers against Zeke’s galaxy, attempting to counter it with storms of gold, silver, and bronze. But Zeke’s galaxy absorbed their power, growing brighter and more radiant.

Deprived of their strength, the archangels turned to stone. Metatron, witnessing this, shook his head and glared at Zeke. “Can a mere creature wield the creator’s power?”

Metatron was incredulous, sensing the primordial light’s authority within Zeke, a power even he had not obtained.

In a sudden burst of fury, a radiant light erupted from his body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The light surged from him, connecting the earth and sky.

Metatron raised his divine sword, aiming it at Zeke.

“This is not a power meant for a mere mortal. Surrender it.”

With those words, Metatron unfurled wings of light and charged at Zeke.

Whoosh!

The divine sword in Metatron’s hand shone as brightly as his body, and he brought it down upon Zeke.

Crash!

Zeke drew his own sword, attempting to deflect the blinding light with a powerful strike.

But the force of Metatron’s light overwhelmed Zeke’s defense, wrapping around him like a relentless tide.

In response, Zeke summoned a galaxy of stars to envelop himself, trying to absorb Metatron’s radiance.

Crackle!

The galaxy, which had absorbed the powers of constellations before, failed to contain Metatron’s light and was repelled.

In that moment, Zeke realized that while Metatron’s light resembled the primordial light, it was fundamentally different.

Unable to repel it completely, the light pierced through the galaxy and touched Zeke.

Vroom!

Zeke summoned his divine power to push back Metatron’s light, finally understanding its true nature.

“A twisted causality?”

He sensed the distortion of causality within the light Metatron wielded, different from anything Arthur Draker had used before.

Then a thought flashed through Zeke’s mind.

“Could it be… you’ve absorbed the God of Chaos?”

Metatron responded by unleashing even more power.

“Indeed. The God of Chaos has submitted to me, and through that power, I have found the key to becoming a new god.”

Zeke understood why the God of Chaos had never fully manifested. It had been absorbed by Metatron and sealed within the divine sword, its powers usurped.

Realizing that the light Metatron emitted was a false brilliance crafted from the stolen powers of the God of Chaos, Zeke frowned.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his star-infused sword high.

Crash!

Zeke’s sword deflected Metatron’s light.

Metatron shouted at Zeke, “How long do you think you can hold out?”

The light from Metatron’s body concentrated on the divine sword.

Unafraid, Zeke charged forward with his star-infused sword.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zeke moved faster than light, swinging his sword at Metatron.

Metatron raised his divine sword to block Zeke’s attack.

In mid-air, the two swords clashed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The divine sword and the star-infused sword collided.

Zeke infused his divine power into his sword.

Vroom!

The star-infused sword began to resonate.

In response, Metatron’s divine sword started to resonate with Zeke’s.

Crackle―

Astonishingly, the divine sword transformed into the form of Gram, which it had absorbed before.

As it resonated in the form of Gram, it began to be absorbed into Zeke’s star-infused sword.

Metatron, in disbelief, cried out, “How is this possible…!”

Before Metatron could react, Gram was absorbed into Zeke’s sword.

At that moment, a message appeared before Zeke’s eyes.

[“The pieces of the ‘Promised Sword of Liberation’ have been assembled.”]

[“The ‘Promised Sword of Liberation’ reveals its true form.”]

[“The sealed sword’s ‘True Name’ is revealed.”]

[“The ‘Promised Sword of Liberation,’ Excalibur, unveils its true power with its True Name.”]