Chapter 152 - Killer Blow: Ultimate Combustion Phoenix Strike Number Zero

The colossal Frame Unit towered like a burning deity, its eyes blazing with molten gold. Each flicker of its emerald flames danced wildly in the alien wind, painting streaks of green fire across the twilight sky. Its flaming cape rippled like a living inferno, billowing outward in a majestic, almost regal wave.

This… this is the strength of my friends. Myrrh, Fei, and the lingering essence of Neil, united, intertwined, had become this awe-inspiring construct of war. A union forged from two WAIFUs and one HUSBANDO, their wills crystallized into a single, indomitable force.

“Zaft… merge with us.” The voice that rumbled through the air was both feminine and melodic, yet tinged with a deep resonance, a synthetic harmony of Myrrh and Fei speaking as one through the towering Frame Unit.

Before I could respond, the world shifted. My body lifted from the ground as though the planet itself had let go of me. A luminous cascade of green particles wrapped around my form, shimmering like stardust, their gravitational law bending in reverse. I was weightless, floating in a storm of radiance, until the brilliance pulled me in, drawn inexorably toward the glowing gem embedded in the Frame Unit’s forehead.

A flash, and I was inside. The cockpit wasn’t a chamber of steel and wires, but an ethereal sanctum bathed in emerald light, where reality felt distant and my thoughts echoed like whispers in a cathedral. Yet, there were no controls for me to grasp; this machine was never mine to command. Myrrh and Fei were the true pilots, their consciousness fused within the Frame Unit’s Twin-Core System, guiding this godlike warform with perfect synchronicity.

The Frame Unit tilted its gaze skyward, its golden irises narrowing upon the enemy, a Cosmic Goddess, draped in transcendent terror. This was her second form, her final ascension.

“Now…” The dual voice resonated like thunder, echoing through every fiber of my being. “…let’s see if you can still keep up with us.”

The cape flared wide, unraveling into a constellation of wings—fiery butterfly appendages blazing with viridian light. In an instant, they ignited, and the Frame Unit surged forward with a roar that split the heavens. The emerald inferno trailed behind like a comet as its wings tore through the firmament, hurling us toward the false goddess above.

“HRAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“NO MATTER HOW YOU STRUGGLE, YOU WILL ALL BE ERASED FROM EXISTENCE!”

The Cosmic Goddess bellowed, her grotesque, hand-like wings splitting open like demonic petals. From their warped joints, radiant tendrils of power coiled outward, warping space itself. At her core, an entire galaxy bloomed into being—stars swirling in a violent dance of creation and annihilation.

The spiral of cosmic light spun faster and faster, until the newborn galaxy fragmented, birthing twin stars that ruptured reality. From them surged a colossal beam of spiraling radiance, tearing through the void with cataclysmic force!

“TSUNDERE System—SET!” Myrrh and Fei’s harmonized voices thundered through the Frame Unit, their tones layered with determination and raw power.

At that instant, my WEEB System interface flared into existence before my eyes, a flood of data streaking across the emerald HUD:

[Phoenix Lance – Equipped]

[Liger Shield – Equipped]

Twin glyphic rings of neon circuitry materialized around the Frame Unit’s forearms, spinning with a pulse of divine technology. From the right arm, the circuitry condensed, spiraling into a colossal drill-shaped lance, its molten edges rippling like a solar flare. On the left, the second ring forged itself into a towering shield etched with the roaring visage of a cybernetic liger, its fangs glowing with incandescent fury.

This was more than just a weapon loadout, it was a war hymn made manifest. The Frame Unit didn’t merely wield these arms; it summoned them as if reality itself bent to Myrrh and Fei’s will. The radiant armor plating that shrouded the Frame Unit pulsed with viridian brilliance, its segments locked in a pattern as elegant as it was impenetrable. This was TSUN Armor—the final, unyielding evolution of their combined might.

The Frame Unit hurtled through the storm of fractured starlight, its thrusters roaring like a legion of dragons. The Liger Shield snapped forward, glowing like a sun forged from gold and fury. The emblem of the cyber-liger etched upon its face came alive, the jaws yawning wide as if the beast itself were summoned into existence. A spiraling vortex erupted from its maw, a devouring void that howled like a collapsing universe.

The Cosmic Goddess unleashed her annihilation beam, but the moment it touched the shield, reality buckled. The spiral galaxy ray twisted and bent, its brilliance shredded into a storm of starfire before being pulled into the abyss within the Liger Shield.

“WHAT—?!” The Cosmic Goddess shrieked, her voice tearing through the void, dripping with disbelief and venom.

The Frame Unit’s core burned brighter. Every stolen star, every ounce of galactic fury siphoned into its veins, was funneled into the phoenix lance. The weapon pulsed, veins of emerald fire spiraling from its hilt to its tip, until it became a roaring inferno of emerald light.

“Activating Overdrive Mode!” Myrrh and Fei’s voices fused into a single war cry that reverberated through my bones.

In an instant, the Frame Unit ignited. The green flames that had cloaked its form flared white-hot, before erupting into a magnificent blaze of sapphire, like a phoenix reborn in the heart of a dying star. The air itself screamed as the mech tore forward at lightspeed, the vacuum behind it warping space like shattered glass.

“Take this!” Their voices thundered through the cosmos, triumphant and unyielding.

“Killer Blow: Ultimate Combustion Phoenix Strike Number Zero!”

…Did they just make that up on the spot? Probably. But damn, it sounded cringe as hell.

And with the Fusion Link syncing their thoughts, I could almost feel their smirks through the firestorm of adrenaline.

But there was nothing improvised about what followed. The Frame Unit became a blue comet, a divine spear of pure annihilation. The phoenix lance detonated with incandescent fury as it drove forward, piercing the Cosmic Goddess’ pristine chest. Porcelain skin fractured like brittle glass, shards scattering into the void like dying stars. The spiral flames twisted deeper, drilling through flesh and bone, until the lance burst from her back in a cataclysm of sapphire fire and molten fragments.

We had broken through the heart of a goddess.

“AAAA—2034NALFAFCAQAAAH!!!”

The Cosmic Goddess’ scream warped the very air, a sound that shattered worlds and bled through dimensions. Her divine frame convulsed violently as cracks spiderwebbed across her porcelain skin, glowing with fissures of molten light. Her arms splintered, her legs crumbled, each limb collapsing into shards of immaculate white. Her face, once the visage of cold perfection, fractured into a mosaic of ruin, before exploding into a storm of glimmering fragments.

The colossal remnants rained down like sacred meteors, crashing against the alien earth with apocalyptic weight. The heavens themselves seemed to dim as her shattered pieces carved trenches in the barren soil.

“We did it!” Myrrh and Fei’s blended voices erupted with triumph, their Frame Unit standing tall, wreathed in sapphire flames like a victorious deity.

I didn’t share their joy. My gut clenched like a vice. Too easy. Even with her core pierced, something inside me screamed that this was far from over.

“Myrrh! Fei!” My voice cracked through the comms like thunder. “Brace yourselves! Something’s coming!”

The ground beneath us convulsed with a deafening groan. Then, reality split open. A titanic rift carved itself across the alien plains, vomiting waves of distortion that tore the sky apart. And from its abyssal depths, an arm emerged, pale as death, porcelain-white, impossibly vast. Its fingers, each the size of a tower, clawed into the planet’s crust, crumbling mountains to dust as it pulled itself upward.

“Oh, for fuck's sake—just how many times do we have to kill you, bitch?!”

Myrrh and Fei’s voices snarled in perfect harmony, fury and exhaustion boiling in every syllable. Their Frame Unit leveled the phoenix lance, blue flames spiraling violently as it locked onto the emerging titan.

And then it hit me. The fragments of Mechanoss’ gospel seared through my mind like divine fire:

[Eliminate Dianca Fritz.]

[The Cosmic Tree must be cut down before the Cosmic Goddess resurrects.]

These weren’t just cryptic commandments. They were warnings. Prophecies. The mission of the Machine God wasn’t just vengeance, it was prevention. Because if Dianca rose again… then this battle was nothing more than the prelude to oblivion.

As the Cosmic Goddess clawed her way through the rift in reality, her broken form knitting itself together like some obscene miracle, a cold certainty gripped my chest. There was no turning back. I knew what I had to do.

“Myrrh! Fei!” My voice cracked like lightning through the comms. “I’m going down there, straight to that bitch’s face!”

For a heartbeat, silence. Then, without hesitation, Myrrh and Fei responded, not with questions, not with doubt, but with unshakable trust.

“Do it.”

The cockpit hissed open, a surge of alien wind roaring past me as the Frame Unit’s blazing wings unfurled like a judgmental angel. Without another thought, I leapt, plunging into the abyss with gravity as my ruthless ally.

The world inverted as I plummeted headfirst, stars and shards of porcelain swirling around me like the aftermath of a broken heaven. My HUD flickered alive, WEEB System booting in emergency mode.

[Weaponry Enhancement Engineering Bios]

[Weapon of Mass Destruction Series Unlocked]

“Come on, come on, give me something big.” My voice was barely a whisper against the hurricane tearing at me. Then, there it was.

[Uranium Blade]

My left arm erupted in sky-blue circuitry, glowing like an angel’s skeletal frame. Lines of pure code spiraled across my flesh as a cybernetic circle blazed into existence on my right arm, spinning with arcane precision. I thrust my hand into its core, and tore something out.

What I drew was a weapon forged from raw annihilation. The Uranium Blade, emerald light condensed into a blade of infinite nukes, humming with enough energy to incinerate a god. This one was mine, scaled tinier for my hands, yet no less deadly.

I leveled the blade forward, the tip slicing through clouds of shattered porcelain as the Cosmic Goddess’ colossal visage loomed below, her fractured eyes burning with wrath.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

My scream tore free, merging with the roar of the wind, as I became a meteor of vengeance. The Uranium Blade glowed brighter, so bright it drowned out the stars, as I aimed for the forehead of that obscene deity.

Impact.

The moment the blade kissed her skin, the universe ignited. A white-hot flare blossomed like a newborn sun, devouring the horizon in its fury. The sound, if there was sound, was a cathedral of destruction, a nuclear requiem screaming across reality.