Global Beast God; I Earn 10X My Summons Powers

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In the blink of an eye, over a thousand blows were exchanged—each strike detonating like a nuclear explosion.

The air trembled violently. The earth split apart as if it were no more than brittle paper.

The gods could only watch in stunned silence, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief. These two beings—neither of them "gods" in name—were displaying power beyond anything they could fathom.

Each collision sent shockwaves across the planet, and even from a distance, the gods could feel the sheer force in every blow.

Typhoon's beasts weren't idle either.

To the right, the dragon's maw opened wide, gathering a vortex of icicles, swirling like a blizzard torn from the heart of a frozen world. The air froze instantly, the very essence of nature twisting into deep sapphire ice. It was as though winter itself had descended upon the battlefield.

To the left, the phoenix unfurled its blazing wings, summoning forth brilliant azure flames laced with golden spires. The heat surged—intense, suffocating, unforgiving. The earth beneath cracked, liquefying into molten lava as the air itself seemed to vaporize around her. In her space, only fire remained.

And then there was the fox—her fur shimmering with iridescent colors as she gathered a blast unlike any other, one laced with mystical energy that made even Veydris's skin crawl. An aura of raw, otherworldly power radiated from her form.

Veydris's eyes darted between the incoming attacks.

'Not only is he powerful on his own… but he's tamed beasts of this caliber as well?'

Panic edged into his thoughts. 'Who is this man?'

But before he could react—

"You might want to focus on me," came Typhoon's cold voice.

Veydris barely had time to turn his head before a fist collided with his jaw.

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The impact caved in his skin, slamming his skull into his own bones, and his body shot backwards like a meteor, shredding through the sky. He smashed through mountains, each one exploding into rubble as his limp form crashed through them.

Desperately, Veydris thrust out his arms, clawing into the rock of the final mountain to halt his momentum. He came to a shuddering stop, blood dripping from his mouth, his body shaking.

But the worst was yet to come.

The three beasts had completed their attacks.

A storm of lethal icicles.

A blazing inferno that scorched the heavens.

A dazzling, terrifying blast of pure mystical energy.

All of it converging on him.

Veydris's eyes burned with fury.

'Enough!' he roared within his mind.

"ROOOOAAAAARRRRR!"

His voice tore through the heavens like a war cry as he threw both hands forward. Black veins pulsed across his skin, his pitch-black eyes widening in maddened focus. Between his hands, a sphere of darkness began to form—larger, heavier, deadlier than anything he had conjured before.

The sphere swelled, consuming everything in its path. Space itself cracked and twisted around it. Air, matter, even light was devoured by the growing orb. A shimmering white outline appeared along its edge—something unnatural, something wrong.

The sphere bloomed to the size of a miniature planet.

"What is he doing?!" Marcos cried, panic flashing across his face.

The female god beside him paled, her voice trembling. "This power… this destruction… the planet—it won't survive this!"

The others could only stare, hopelessness written across their faces. The energy radiating from Veydris's blast was unlike anything they had ever encountered. Even Typhoon—could he stop something like this?

"Die!" Veydris bellowed. "Chaos Equinox!"

With a deafening roar, he hurled the monstrous blast forward.

The world itself seemed to distort as the sphere moved. The sky warped. The earth crumbled. Space unraveled in its wake. Everything it touched—vanished, leaving behind only oblivion.

A single path of destruction cut through the battlefield as the Chaos Equinox advanced—unstoppable, merciless, and absolute.

Typhoon hovered in the air, the wind tugging at his cloak as he fixed his eyes on the growing mass of destructive energy ahead.

Normally, he would have worn his usual confident smirk—an arrogant, carefree expression that rarely left his face. But now, there was only a deep frown, and a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.

'This blast… it's too powerful,' Typhoon thought grimly. 'If it gets past me, there's no way anyone will survive. Not even my beasts could withstand that explosion.'

For the first time in ages, he admitted it to himself: he had underestimated Veydris.

Now he understood why they called him the Bane of Gods. The raw, annihilating force radiating from that attack was unlike anything Typhoon had faced before.

"But that doesn't mean I can't stop it," he muttered under his breath, narrowing his dark eyes.

'All of you—fall back. Get as far away as you can. I'm going in alone,' he commanded through his bond to his divine beasts.

"But Master—!"

'No buts! I'll use Doca's ability. It's a shame I didn't bring her or the others, but it doesn't matter. I'll manage this. Just go—NOW!'

The beasts hesitated, reluctance filling their eyes, but they knew better than to disobey. They also knew their master—he was a stubborn survivor, the kind of man who always found a way to live through the impossible. With that in mind, they obeyed, pulling back to a safe distance.

Typhoon surged forward, the destructive energy growing fiercer with each passing second. Even at a distance, the blast clawed at his skin, ripping at the very air, threatening to tear him apart.

But he pressed on.

"What's he doing? Is he insane?!" one of the gods shouted from afar, disbelief written across his face.

"That arrogant fool! He's going to get himself killed!" another cried.

Even Veydris, watching from a distance, shook his head in quiet disappointment. He knew—no one could withstand that blast except himself. The energy came from his own core. It was impossible for anyone else to survive it.

But still, Typhoon didn't slow down.

'I just need to get close enough… If I can use Doca's ability to compress the energy, I can contain it. It won't erase everything in its path. But I'll need every last shred of my power… I'll have to end this fast. I won't have anything left after this.'

At just a hundred meters from the blast, the air around Typhoon twisted violently. His skin burned, his cloak shredded, and the pressure clawed at his bones. He stopped mid-air, thrusting both hands forward, gathering the last of his strength.

Invisible white chains—fragments of Doca's power—materialized around the blast, wrapping around the raging ball of destruction. The chains broke instantly under the strain, but Typhoon clenched his teeth, forming new ones again and again, matching the speed of their collapse.

The blast inched closer. The gods, his beasts, everyone could only watch, eyes wide with shock, as Typhoon fought a force none of them could even approach.

The enormous sphere—once the size of a small planet—began to shrink. Slowly, painfully, inch by inch, it compressed as Typhoon poured everything he had into the chains.

His arms shook violently. Blood trickled from his lips as he strained beyond his limits.

And then—just meters away—it had shrunk to the size of a pebble.

The blast grazed his left shoulder, tearing through flesh and bone. Typhoon's hands shredded. His regeneration struggled to keep up, but he held on, screaming in agony as he forced the last of the energy down to nothing.

A blinding flash lit the sky—then silence.

When the light faded, Typhoon stood at the center, breathless, his body torn and bloodied, but alive.

The gods stared, stunned beyond words. Even Veydris faltered, his expression clouded with disbelief.

"H-How?" Veydris muttered.

"Nothing about me," Typhoon rasped, his voice ragged but steady, "has ever been normal."

Before Veydris could react, Typhoon appeared behind him in a blur. A hand pierced through his chest, fingers curling around his heart.

Veydris coughed dark blood, defiance still blazing in his eyes. "This isn't over," he spat.

Typhoon's expression remained cold. "Looks like it is to me."

Without hesitation, he ripped the heart free.

But before he could even draw breath, the call came:

'Master! Help us!'

Typhoon's head snapped up. His beasts—bound in glowing chains of pure light.

Chains he instantly recognized.

"What—" Before he could finish the thought, the same chains snapped around him, wrapping his exhausted form in blinding white links. His strength plummeted. His limbs weakened. No matter how he struggled, the chains held fast.

He lifted his eyes—and saw her.

A graceful figure drifted down from the sky, her white robes flowing like water, her silver hair gleaming in the sun. Pure white eyes glowed without emotion.

Xan Yin—the Goddess of Judgment.

"Xan Yin! What's the meaning of this?!" Typhoon roared, struggling against the binds. His eyes darted between her and his beasts, still trapped.

His brother, Marcos, stood silently behind her. The other gods gathered, watching him with unreadable expressions.

Xan Yin's voice was serene, devoid of feeling. "Typhoon. Thank you for your help. The gods are grateful, and the universe owes you a debt."

Her glowing eyes narrowed slightly.

"However… just like Veydris, you are a threat. Perhaps even greater than he was. We cannot allow someone like you to roam unchecked. We cannot know when—or if—you will turn against us. And for the safety of all realms…"

She raised her hand slightly.

"…you must be contained."

Typhoon stared at her, confusion flashing in his eyes—then, slowly, the realization sank in.

"What… what are you talking about? I've supported the gods for years. My brother is a god! Why would I ever turn against you?" His voice trembled on the edge of disbelief, laced with desperation.

Xan Yin's expression remained cold and unmoved. "Yes… your brother is a god. But you… you are not. And that makes you a problem."

Typhoon's head snapped towards his brother, his heart pounding. "Brother… tell them to release me. You know I'd never harm you—I would never betray you!" he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Marcos met his eyes, but his face had hardened. "I'm sorry… but they're right," he said quietly, though determination burned in his voice. "You're too strong. When I ascended, I thought… I thought I'd finally stand beside you. I thought I'd finally be your equal. But no matter how far I rose, you kept surpassing me… growing stronger, beyond what any of us could imagine."

Marcos' eyes darkened. "We can't let you remain free. You've become… an anomaly."

And in that moment, Typhoon saw it—the truth buried in his brother's eyes.

Greed.

The same hunger for power Marcos had always carried. But now it had festered into something poisonous. Twisted. Corrupt.

The realization hit Typhoon like a blade to the heart.

"You're… jealous," he whispered, his voice flat, cold.

A bitter, broken laugh slipped from his lips as he shook his head. "I should have known. You can't match my power—none of you can. So instead, you choose to destroy me. The gods… you want to sit at the top. You want to decide who rises, who falls. Who lives, who dies. Mortals, demigods… none of us matter to you."

His dark eyes gleamed with fury. "But hear me—none of you… none of you will ever reach the heights I've touched. Because you've all been blinded by your own greed!"

With a roar, Typhoon yanked against the glowing chains, but already he could feel his strength draining, his energy bleeding away.

"Enough!" one of the other gods snapped. "Say what you will! We're doing this for the sake of the universe. You and that demon Veydris—you're both threats. You both have to be erased!"

Typhoon's breath caught in his throat. Something fragile within him—something he hadn't even known was still there—shattered.

Slowly, a bitter smile curved his lips as he looked one last time at his brother.

He didn't say another word.

Instead, his gaze shifted to his beasts—the loyal companions still bound by the same chains.

Only one word left his mouth, soft but final:

"Be free."

In an instant, the connection between them shattered. The soul bond that tied them together broke, and the three beasts—eyes glimmering with refusal, with heartbreak—were forcibly returned to their own planes.

'Master!' their voices cried out in his mind, unwilling to leave.

'Go,' Typhoon commanded firmly, his voice steady despite the weight crushing his heart. 'If you stay, my brother will try to tame you. Tell the others to flee as well. I won't let them use you.'

He watched as their gazes—shining with tears—faded from sight. The chains clattered uselessly to the ground.

Xan Yin's eyes widened in alarm, her head snapping towards the empty chains.

Typhoon lifted his head, his battered body barely upright, his dark, empty gaze locking with hers.

"At least…" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper, "tell me how you plan to kill me."

Xan Yin's lips curved into a cold, cruel smile.

"Typhoon," she said softly, "we're not fools. We know that even though you never ascended to godhood, you possess the power to reincarnate. To rise again through rebirth. We won't give you that chance."

Her voice turned to ice.

"We'll erase your soul… completely. There will be nothing left of you."