In response to their increase in power, White answered with even more violence.
Raising two of his enlarged arms.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!
The atmosphere disappeared as an explosion of overwhelming brute force erupted from his body, colliding head-on with the descending sea of weapons.
Countless Hellish Centaurs were instantly blown apart into black mist before the expanding shockwave continued swallowing everything before him.
His six colossal arms erupted into motion with such speed that even space itself failed to properly register their movements, leaving nothing but countless black ripples spreading outward as every punch, every claw, every swing birthed another massacre within the advancing army.
One arm punched forward, and the Hellish Centaur directly before him ceased to exist, yet the force refused to stop there.
The compressed impact tore through thousands standing behind him before finally erupting hundreds of kilometers away, leaving behind an enormous tunnel carved through flesh, armor, and earth alike.
Another arm swept horizontally, and the surrounding landscape disappeared.
Entire regiments were lifted from the ground before being crushed together beneath overwhelming force, their gigantic armored bodies folding inward like paper until nothing remained except torrents of black blood raining endlessly across the battlefield.
Stepping forward once more,
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
His enormous fist tore toward the nearest wave of Hellish Centaurs, intending to erase another countless millions, but all of a sudden,
GRAB!
White’s fist stopped, and for the very first time since entering the battlefield, his punch failed to move forward.
His ringed white eyes shifted downward, and there he noticed that wrapped around his wrist was an enormous hand.
GROWWWWWWL!
A low growl echoed throughout the battlefield, and in a flash, the gigantic Centaur lifted White’s arm, raising his entire body into the air before,
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The ground caved in as White’s hulking form was smashed into it with so much force that his body bounced back up into the sky immediately afterward.
When it did, a flash of pitch-black light erupted, and then,
KAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A hulking body slid several kilometers across the broken landscape, its feet carving enormous trenches before dragging itself to a stop.
Silence spread, but not for long as heavy footsteps began echoing throughout the battlefield.
STEP!
STEP!
STEP!
The endless army divided, making a large pathway, and from twelve different directions, they slowly emerged.
Twelve colossal Centaurs, each standing twice the height of an ordinary Hellish Centaur.
Their armor no longer resembled equipment but had become living flesh instead.
Jagged black horns twisted skyward from every one of their heads, while crimson runes burned across their gigantic bodies with a brilliance completely different from the ordinary soldiers.
The darkness surrounding them...was alive.
It flowed around their weapons like black fire before silently erasing everything it touched, and even the shattered ground beneath their hooves wasn’t spared from its destruction, as it continuously crumbled into nothingness.
White picked himself up from the ground, taking a moment to quietly observe them.
A gleam of light crossed through his eyes as he came to the realization of their true identities.
"So, Mundus...sharged...hisg... authorityg...witg...you."
The words, which sounded more like a growl, escaped White’s maw.
As much as the Malphas Ascendant skill turned him into a raging monster possessing overwhelming brute power, White had still been able to keep his intelligence and properly read the battlefield.
And one of the things he had noticed about the Hellish Centaurs was that they didn’t use any energy.
Essence Energy, Otherworld Energy, the Centaurs didn’t really use any energy at all.
All they had was their own physical power and their hellish weapons, all of which were inferior to White’s own brute power, allowing him to easily dominate them.
But looking at these twelve Centaurs, and seeing the darkness that surrounded their gigantic bodies, he could tell that darkness was the same one Emissary Exorus had, the Anti-Life Aura that was unique to the Darkness Emissary.
These creatures were oozing that same aura, revealing that it must have been given to them by Mundus.
But still, it made no difference to White, who rose upright before crouching down once more.
"Let’s seeg...how long...you allg can resist...before...dyging theng!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The ground beneath him sank in as though an atomic bomb had been dropped onto it as White faded out of thin air.
At the same time, one of the twelve Hellish Centaurs stepped forward, and unlike the others, his weapon was neither an axe nor a spear.
It was a gigantic black chain wrapped countless times around his enormous arm, while at its end hung a massive spiked ball, every inch of its surface covered in ancient runes that continuously devoured the surrounding atmosphere.
He suddenly swung it toward a random point in space before him, a seemingly useless action, yet at that very same moment, White suddenly glitched out of that very space, two of his massive claws slashing outward toward the approaching spiked ball.
The army of Centaurs around them braced for the upcoming devastating impact of their clash, but there was no explosion at all.
The second White’s claws closed around the spiked ball,
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Smoke erupted from his hands, and for the first time since activating Malphas Ascendant...
White felt pain.
Not physical pain, but existential pain.
It felt as though the spiked ball wasn’t merely a physical weapon trying to tear apart his claws, but a concept itself that was attempting to erase the very concept that allowed him to exist.
White’s eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar sensation, but he didn’t back up.
Swinging both claws to the side, the spiked ball was yanked away, and as he landed upon the ground, he burst forward once more, appearing right before the Hellish Centaur’s head, who quickly yanked back his deflected spiked ball, sending it hurtling toward White from behind.
Whilst it should have seemed that White’s claws would reach the creature’s face first, long before the spiked ball reached his back, the weapon tore forward at nearly three times the speed of his approaching claws, as though the chains binding it were elastic, and all at once...
BAAAAAAAANG!
BUUUUUUURSST!