My Infinite Cultivation System-Chapter 74: Black Swordsman

The sky above the Northern Battlefield had become a wound.

Black smoke boiled upward from a hundred fires, mixing with the crimson glow of the Light Domain’s failing barrier. The ground, once a sprawling plain of grass and stone, had been transformed into a cratered wasteland, still smoking from the aftermath of clashes that had reduced mountains to rubble in seconds.

And at the center of it all stood it.

Godzilla.

One hundred and twenty meters of living annihilation. Its dorsal plates glowed with an inner fire, pulsing like a second heartbeat as energy accumulated in its core. The creature’s eyes, ancient, malevolent, hungry, fixed on the remnants of humanity’s defensive line, specially on Julius’s figure.

It wanted to destroy the human leader and it knew that would instantly end this battle.

Julius wiped blood from his mouth, his future sight screaming warnings so numerous they blurred into white noise. Three seconds. He could see three seconds ahead. And in every single vision, the next three seconds ended the same way.

Annihilation.

The glow in Godzilla’s throat intensified. The air itself began to vibrate. Julius could feel it, the buildup of enough energy to vaporize everything within a hundred miles. His body screamed at him to move, to dodge, to survive, but his future sight showed the truth. Even if he saw it coming, his body couldn’t respond fast enough. The ray would hit before his muscles could complete the first twitch.

"This is it," he thought. "This is how humanity ends."

The light in Godzilla’s throat peaked.

And then

A sword fell from heaven.

It descended like a divine judgment, wreathed in silver light that seemed to drink the darkness around it. The blade struck Godzilla’s dorsal plate with the force of a meteor, and the creature screamed, a sound of pain and outrage that shook the foundations of the world. The annihilation ray died in its throat, dissipating into harmless light as the monster staggered, its focus shattered.

Every head on the battlefield turned.

A man stood in the sky.

He hung there as though gravity was merely a suggestion, suspended on nothing, clad from head to toe in a battle suit of deepest black. The armor absorbed light, drinking the crimson glow and returning nothing. No symbol marked him. No banner declared his allegiance. He was simply there, a dark silhouette against a burning sky.

Then he moved.

He fell like a meteor, trailing fire from atmospheric friction, and crashed into Godzilla’s chest with enough force to crack the creature’s ribs. The monster, the monster that had actually stumbled. Its massive feet tore trenches in the earth as it fought for balance, and for one breathtaking moment, humanity watched Godzilla fall.

The creature crashed onto its side. The ground shook like a struck bell.

The black warrior raised one hand. His sword, still embedded in Godzilla’s dorsal plate, wrenched free and flew to his grip, spinning through the air like a living thing. He caught it without looking.

And then the aura hit.

It rolled outward from the man in waves,it was almost tangible, crushing and vast. Though not as vast as Godzilla’s. The creature’s presence still dwarfed him in sheer scale. But where Godzilla’s aura spoke of endless hunger and primal destruction, this man’s aura spoke of something else entirely.

Control and Precision.

Godzilla rose, roaring with an anger that transcended language. The sound wasn’t just noise, it was a summon. A command that echoed across all the battle fields carried on frequencies that no human throat could produce.

Across the Light Domain, battle ceased.

On the Eastern Front, the hundred-meter chimera froze mid-attack, its three heads swiveling toward the north. On the Western Front, the crystalline entity that had been slaughtering martial artists by the dozen simply stopped, its faceted surface rotating to face the same direction. On the Southern Front, the creature that moved like liquid shadow solidified and began to run.

All of them. Every planetary monster. Every god-level abomination that had pushed humanity to the brink. They abandoned their battles and raced north, called by their supreme leader’s roar.

Julius watched them come, hundreds of thousands of monsters pouring across the landscape like a tide of living nightmare. His throat went dry. Beside him, Nolan materialized from a tear in space, his ancient face carved from stone. Elyndros descended from the sky. Arthur appeared with his dragonoid form.

The four supreme Martial Emperors stood together for the first time in this war.

"Who is he?" Nolan’s voice was barely a whisper.

Julius shook his head. "Above our realm, master. I don’t know how he reached Planetary."

The black warrior didn’t acknowledge them. Didn’t turn to them. His attention remained fixed on Godzilla as the creature’s generals gathered around it, nine planetary beings, each a god in their own right, now forming a living wall of flesh and power.

Godzilla roared again.

The chimera, fastest of the planetary monsters, moved.

It crossed the distance in a blur of motion, with a supersonic speed, its wolf head lunging for the black warrior’s throat

The warrior vanished too.

Boom.

The sound of flesh parting reached them a full second after the event. The chimera’s wolf head tumbled through the air, eyes still blinking, still confused. Before it hit the ground, the lion head followed. Then the tiger’s.

The chimera’s body crashed to earth, three geysers of blood painting the ground black.

The black warrior reappeared twenty meters from where he’d stood, his sword trailing smoke. The movement had been so clean, so beautiful, that it took a moment to process the violence of it.

Cheers!

The roar that went up from the martial artists was primal, a release of terror and hope and desperate belief. Thousands of voices rose as one, cheering the man who had just killed a god in the span of a heartbeat.

The black warrior didn’t acknowledge them either.

He vanished again.

And again.

And again.

He appeared among the planetary monsters like a ghost of death, his sword tracing arcs of impossible beauty. Each strike found a throat, an eye, a weak point that shouldn’t exist. The monsters, beings that could destroy planet, that could crush civilizations, couldn’t track him. Couldn’t react. Could only die.

The other Emperors watched in stunned silence.

.....

"Who is that man? Is he a human? That should not be possible," the Dragon General thought. He had to admit even he might not be a match for him.

Meanwhile, the vampires were unraveling mentally.

"Why did you let him go out?" the Prince roared.

The woman before him trembled.

"Your Highness, he said... if I allow him to go out and fight today, he will leave with us without making any other demands," she stammered.

"Is that so? Then prepare the others as well. He must not be harmed. After all, he carries the Supreme Bloodline Resonance," the Prince said coldly.

"As you wish, Your Highness," she replied. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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Among the thousands of watching martial artists, one figure stood apart.

Elizabeth.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she watched the black warrior fight. There was something about the way he moved, the particular angle of his shoulders, the slight hesitation before a particularly deadly strike, that pulled at something deep in her chest. Something she couldn’t name.

No, she told herself. It’s impossible. He’s dead.

But her eyes never left his back.

Godzilla’s eyes narrowed. The creature had been watching, measuring, waiting for its generals to soften this new enemy. But the generals were dying. Faster than should be possible. The black warrior carved through them like a scythe through wheat, and Godzilla’s patience reached its end.

Blue light gathered in its throat.

The black warrior saw it coming. And dodged midair like nothing.

The annihilation ray tore through the space where he’d been, punching through the sky and continuing upward until it vanished among the stars. The beam had been so intense that those who watched felt their eyes burn, saw afterimages for minutes afterward.

The black warrior didn’t wait for a second shot. He attacked.

He crossed the distance in an instant, his sword rising and falling.

And then everything stopped.

Godzilla roared again, but this roar was different from before.

All the remaining planetary monsters, those the black warrior hadn’t yet killed, froze. Then, with horror dawning on every human face, they began to move. Not toward the warrior. Into Godzilla.

The creatures merged with their supreme leader, flesh flowing into flesh, power feeding into power. Godzilla’s form shifted, growing, expanding, its already monstrous silhouette distorting as it absorbed the essence of its generals.

One hundred and twenty meters.

One hundred and fifty.

Two hundred.

Two hundred and thirty-four meters.

It stopped growing, but the aura didn’t stop expanding. It rolled outward in waves, washing over the Light Domain, or what remained of it, with the force of a stellar flare. Every human on the battlefield spat blood simultaneously, their internal organs rebelling against pressure that shouldn’t exist.

In bunkers across the Central Continent, miles away, civilians collapsed. Blood streamed from noses, from ears, from eyes. The pressure was universal. Inescapable.

On the battlefield, the four Supreme Martial Emperors fell to their knees along with others.

Only the black warrior remained standing.