I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Chapter 310 – When the Sun Fell and Death United
The explosions no longer sounded like noise.They felt like the heartbeat of the world.

BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!

CLAAAANK!!

KRRRIIING!!

DOOOOMMMM!!

The clash between Sylvia and Korthan shook every corner of the temple, making the obsidian pillars crumble one after another. The floor supposedly unbreakable now cracked, melted, solidified again, only to shatter once more under waves of heat or the strike of a chain.

Alicia crouched behind her soul-shield, ears long gone numb.

“Are we in the gods’ realm or the core of the sun…?!”

Stacia swept her hands, shards of time dripping from her fingers like broken glass.

“I’m struggling to maintain the temporal field! They’re tearing through time like cheap paper!”

Sofia reinforced her barrier, breath unsteady. The white light flowing from her wings shimmered, faltering but never collapsing.

“This battle… isn’t between living beings.

These are two laws of nature testing each other.”

Treant Jr. hid behind Sylvia’s hair or at least tried to.

Plop…

(I’m… scared… but excited…!)

Across the hall, if it could still be called a hall, Korthan and Sylvia still stood. Both drenched in energies that did not belong to this world.

Korthan stepped forward, leaving streaks of red-white flame that evaporated the floor. The world itself writhed with every step: air peeled away, temperature shattered and reset, and the geometry of the room twisted unnaturally.

Sylvia stepped forward too. Her chains carved black scars in the air scars that did not disappear, as if the space behind her had died. A smooth black fire circled her like the living mantle of a queen of endings.

Far above, in layers of reality beyond Korthan’s temple, the heavenly lights trembled. The neutral gods watched from afar.

~ Syvalith, whose body was a forest of shadows, lowered his gaze.

“If that battle spills into my domain, my entire forest will turn to ash… or become a new graveyard.”

~ Dreigos, the slow god of stone, opened one eye enough to make the world’s cliffs tremble.

“This time… is different. Not a time of war. A time of crossroads.”

~ Caelyra, goddess of illusion, smirked as she watched Sylvia’s reflection across a thousand conjured mirrors.

“The face of a death queen… oh, this will change many stories.”

Meanwhile, the enemy gods were restless.

Nerys, goddess of the sea, slammed the surface of her divine ocean.

“Let me erase them both! I can’t stand hearing the world cracking!”

Olmerath, restrained by Ithara and Lumielle, grit his teeth.

“Release me! If the war temple collapses, the upper boundary will ”

Ithara tapped his forehead.

“No.”

Lumielle smiled gently yet firmly.

“Avatar of the World’s command. No hostile god may descend yet.”

Xynareth, goddess of the Void, simply stood in nothingness, black eyes fixed on the cracking dimensions.

“If they shatter the spatial layers… I must see it more closely…”

But the avatar’s invisible pressure held all gods in place.

Only one voice echoed across the realm:

“Stay where you are.”

The gods snarled, protested, resisted but none could disobey. After hundreds of exchanges, Sylvia and Korthan stood facing each other. Both had shed the original shapes of their auras.

Korthan’s axe hissed, its flame no longer red. Sylvia’s chains vibrated violently, the black metal singing like ancient spirits waking from graves.

Korthan wiped fire-blood from his temple.

“Mortifera… this is… delightful.” His smile was feral.

Sylvia lifted her main chain. “Stop talking.”

The air froze. The world stopped breathing.

Both lowered their stances like two ancient warriors performing the final ritual before a decisive strike.

Sofia felt her lungs tighten.

“This… isn’t a normal attack. These are their core techniques.”

Alicia swallowed so hard it sounded like shattering glass.

“We need triple barriers or we’re dead.”

Stacia pressed both palms to the ground, twisting the temple’s flow of time to slow the coming devastation if only by a fraction.

Treant Jr. trembled violently.

Plop… plop… plop…

(The air… it’s breaking…!)

Then….

Korthan raised his axe high.

His red flames extinguished.

Replaced by white fire, brighter, hotter, infinitely deadlier.

This fire produced no heat, only annihilation.

The axe hummed like a planet dragged against its will.

WOOOOOOOOOHHHH…!!

“THE SUN FALLS…!!!”

Korthan roared, shaking the heavens.

At the same moment…

Sylvia closed her eyes.

The hundreds of chains behind her, each one having torn through a thousand foes rise.

They spun, wrapped, merged, and tightened compressing into a single colossal chain, as thick as an ancient dragon’s spine, entirely engulfed in dense Death Flame.

Black aura spilled outward like ink on water.

“Chain Technique – Final Form: UNIFICATION.”

Sound left the world.

Only two things remained: The heartbeat of the world and the two deadliest strikes ever unleashed in the gods’ realm.

Korthan moved first descending like a white meteor carrying extinction.

Sylvia swung the unified chain not as a weapon, but as a command for reality to kneel.

Then…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Not a blast that shook the world.

A blast that split it.

White fire and black fire collided in a spiraling pillar, punching through the temple roof, through the upper layers of the divine realm, piercing the sky of the mortal world appearing like a falling star colliding with another.

Every dimension trembled.

…..

Upper Realm

Temple pillars cracked.

The golden sky turned white.

Crystal mountains split apart.

Middle Realm

Mortals awoke in panic.

Celes stared at the sky.

Aurellia felt every hair rise.

Magical storms swept continents.

Lower Realm

Belial and Seere stumbled.

Lava erupted violently.

Ancient runes burned out.

White and black flames devoured each other, consuming, crushing, swallowing.

And finally…

KRAAAASHHHHH!!!

A shockwave obliterated the entire hall.

“HOLD ON!!” Sofia screamed.

Alicia cast three barriers at once. Stacia froze time around them. Treant Jr. clung to Sylvia’s cheek in terror.

When the blast passed…

There was only dust, Fire, Collapsed pillars, a shattered floor and two figures standing amidst the ruin.

Both panting.

Both burning.

Both bleeding.

Korthan grinned, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.

“HAHAHAHA… marvelous…!”

Sylvia lifted her chain again, though her body shook slightly.

“You’re not done…”

Korthan laughed harder.

“You’re right, queen of death…”

He raised his axe…

CRACK.

It wasn’t just his axe.

Cracks spread across his arm white glowing lines splitting his body into fragments. The flames that clothed him for millennia flickered out one by one, like a tired sun. Sylvia watched quietly, chains trembling softly dropping black flame that killed the ground on contact.

Korthan exhaled a volcanic sigh.

“So… this is how it feels… when war reaches its limit…”

He staggered. For the first time, Korthan’s knee touched the ground. Sylvia stepped forward, chains ready in case this was deception. But no attack came. Only gentle white smoke flame stripped of heat, rage, destruction.

Only… acceptance.

Korthan chuckled weakly.

“Your poison… isn’t ordinary.”

He pointed to the chain-scar on his chest not burned, not melted but darkened, cracking from within.

“Your Death Flame devoured my soul. And your poison hah… splendid… it mimicked the flow of my war-energy… causing me to collapse from the inside.”

He leaned on his broken axe, body faltering.

“Not bad… not bad at all…”

Alicia covered her mouth.

“He’s… actually dying…”

Sofia lowered her gaze.

“Sylvia… is he truly…”

Treant Jr. clung tighter to Sylvia’s hair.

Plop…

(I… feel sad?)

Sylvia approached slowly.

Korthan lifted a trembling hand. On his palm was a white flame no longer destructive, but pure pulsing like a tiny heart.

“This… is what remains of my core. The fire that shaped me. The fire that carved the world.”

The flame trembled.

Korthan smiled his final smile.

“I, Korthan… God of Fire and War… acknowledge my defeat.”

He bowed his head to Sylvia, something he had never done in all his existence.

“Take it.”

Sylvia shook her head.

“It’s yours.”

Korthan laughed softly like old metal breaking.

“If I don’t give it, it will go on rampage… seeking a new master. Better it chooses your hand… than those cowardly gods.”

His body shook.

Cracks spread from feet to face.

“I want… to see how the world changes… when death holds my fire…”

Sylvia looked at the white flame, then at Korthan not as an enemy, not as an arrogant god, but as a warrior who had given everything.

She extended her hand. Slowly… she took the core flame. The moment it touched her skin…

WUUUOOOSHHH !!

White light burst forth not attacking, but merging. It wrapped around Sylvia’s chains, blending with her Death Flame like two colors long searching for each other.

Black and white. Warfire bowing to Death.

Stacia whispered, stunned.

“That’s not domination… That resonates.”

Sofia smiled softly.

“The flame chose Sylvia… not because it lost. But because it respected her.”

Treant Jr. jumped up and down.

PLOP!! PLOP PLOP!!

(You got a present!!)

When the glow faded…

Sylvia opened her eyes.

White fire swirled within her pupils, mixing with her deep crimson.

A new aura was born, a hybrid of war and death.

In front of her Korthan’s body fell.

Not with thunder.

Not with violence.

Just a quiet fall like a warrior finally allowed to rest.

His last flames extinguished.

His cracked body crumbled into tiny white fragments like ashes of the sun.

A gentle divine wind swept them away.

Before the last fragment vanished a whisper echoed:

“I am… satisfied…”

And Korthan vanished completely.

With honor remained.

The battle had ended. But the hunt for the remaining gods… only just begun.