The writers had clearly stopped pretending to be human. Simple stat inflation was no longer enough, so they dragged this kind of nonsense straight onto the stage. From that point on, Godzilla stepped onto the road of unlimited cheating.
Once this template finished loading, every cell in Belial's body turned into a high output engine. Even in white light that could erase everything, those cells kept multiplying, restoring energy and repairing damage at terrifying speed. Destruction became fuel instead of an end.
And it did not stop there. This new ability was still boosted by the traits of the other three templates. So the question became what happened when dark mysticism, Gen Urobuchi's hard physics, and the half-mystical physics of Space collided.
At a certain level, the cells nearly broke free from ordinary physical limits. They shifted into something closer to an energy state, moving at extreme speed and accelerating along a trajectory that could only be described as infinite. Faster and faster, without a clear ceiling.
Inside the plasma white light, Belial's body did not continue to collapse. Instead, it gradually stabilized. His scales were destroyed and regenerated over and over, completing dozens or even hundreds of iterations in a single instant.
The speed of evolution was shocking. Structure, hardness, surface properties, and cellular function all underwent near total transformation. It was not refinement, but replacement.
A faint glow spread across his surface. External scales regenerated while internal organs repaired themselves, and the temperature that had been on the verge of running wild stabilized as well. The reason was simple: the body itself was growing stronger with each violent iteration.
His massive body seemed to shrink slightly, but its mass did not decrease. Instead, it became more condensed, a sign of refinement. Among hundred meter class G forms, this end state was the lightest, yet its strength and combat ability were anything but weak.
Belial's body was not just lighter. His organs, muscles, and bones all experienced explosive growth in strength. As the tolerance limit rose, his body temperature stabilized even within the destructive white torrent.
The motion of G-particles never stopped. They continued to supply endless energy, feeding every part of the body that demanded it. The flow was constant and unbroken.
A single cell might not output much power. But what if countless trillions of cells all worked this way at once. What if the diffuse, formless nature of Diablo also stacked together at even more microscopic levels, expanding the scale again and again.
What if that efficiency stacked further with the extreme energy traits of Space and the microscopic control of Gen Urobuchi. How far could that efficiency rise. This was the nature of Belial's stacked templates.
Each new template benefited from all prior boosts, while earlier ones were reinforced by later additions. It formed a feedback loop of stepping on the left foot with the right foot and climbing into the sky. A self-accelerating cycle.
This was no longer simple intelligent energy conversion. This was beating thermodynamics into the dirt. It was something that could only be called a perpetual motion engine.
Every cell in his body had become a perpetual engine, endlessly generating energy. Together they formed an absolute opposition to the End, a state of endless isolation and motion called infinity. It stood in perfect contrast to the End where nothing remained.
The evolution did not last long and caused no dramatic spectacle. It happened in the brief instant Overlord Ridge fired a plasma beam. In that moment, everything changed.
Without him noticing, damaged wings and leaking sections of his body were filled in. Bones returned to place, muscles restored themselves, and when the white light faded, Belial opened his eyes. His condition felt extremely good.
He did not yet fully understand what had changed inside his body. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty. Right now, he could smash that bastard to pieces with ease.
As he took his first breath, the battered body began healing at accelerated speed. The End's interference with his wounds was forcibly overridden by sheer energy supply. He breathed again and again, adapting to the reborn body.
His appearance had not changed much, but after a few breaths, his critical condition was forcibly dragged back up to Gold Rank health. He did not need to eat anyone or seek external supply. Pure regeneration and recovery carried him there.
If asked where the energy came from, the answer was simple. This was Tokusatsu logic, and it was best not to question it too deeply.
He let out a roar. Like breaking free from an egg, he announced his rebirth with his first cry. Outwardly he looked similar, but inside everything had been overturned.
Flames still burned across his body. This burning mode was low power for now, yet the temperature was rising faster than before. Every cell was working and releasing heat.
His strength had not decreased at all. It surpassed even the near-collapse super burning state, but was far more stable. Massive energy circulated through his body and spread outward in continuous waves.
He exhaled a breath of flame. His body was not fully repaired, but it was good enough. While his condition was hot and steady, Belial decided to keep his word and go smash Overlord Ridge immediately.
When Beast of the End saw Belial leap out of the plasma beam with arms and legs intact, its mind nearly seized up. Just before, this had been a troublesome target at best. Now it felt like an existence that outright denied it.
Confusion did not stop the fight. Beast of the End swung several slashing claws and raised its head. Within the rotating lightning storm around its horns, dazzling diamond-like stars appeared.
Two slashes and an entire galaxy poured down, an attack meant to erase everything. Belial raised his shield again, and the pale blue Photon Reflection Shield formed. This time, it did not shatter.
Starlight hammered down again and again, but the shield held firm. Violent reactions erupted across its surface, blasting white light outward. Backed by infinite energy, he endured an attack that had easily wounded him before.
At microscopic levels, G-particles moved faster than ever, their infinite trajectories clashing head-on with the End. This time, it could not cut through him like before. He even thrust out a claw wrapped in energy and caught the slash directly.
A sound like glass shattering into Shard rang out. He seized the crescent-shaped slash and crushed it with his grip. Only a shallow mark remained on his hand, and it healed almost instantly.
He pulled his hand back and clenched it into a fist. The feeling was not bad. He had thought it was just insufficient defense before, but now he realized there had been mechanics involved.
There was a moment of intense energy consumption, but it hardly mattered. Infinity had surpassed the realm of simple numbers and become a conceptual state. After confirming that Overlord Ridge was no longer a major threat, Belial grinned.
Then he vanished. The End felt its domain forcibly pushed aside by a blinding existence that tore it open with Rend. There was no doubt who it was.
He inhaled deeply, and the red mist poured into his mouth and nose. This time it caused no damage, absorbed and erased inside his body. After expelling something like waste gas, his charge completed.
His output speed was slower than before, but only because the scale was incomparable. He shouted Magnetic Field Rotation as his final power, then cursed and launched Space Blast Punch with his fist.
It was the same punch, the same collision of force. This time it broke through even faster. The reason was simple. Every instant of the punch was peak output, with no need for buildup.
All moments were maximum. Stacked together, the power far surpassed before. In game terms, it was frame-based damage instead of single hits.
A howl rang out, followed by a massive explosion. The clash of infinity and the End produced a blinding flash like a newborn star. The shockwave blew away all surrounding red mist.
The punch shattered the defensive field. Beast of the End was not just knocked back. Its upper torso was blasted open, a massive hole punched through its chest and bursting out its back in Shard.
Armor plates across its limbs and tail were torn apart with Rend, exposing the blood-red essence beneath. Even as it flew backward, it continued to suffer the punch at its absolute peak, every trace of remaining energy still tearing at it.
A scream followed, tinged with panic. That single punch proved that the opponent's mere existence denied it completely. If infinity existed, the End would never arrive.
Overlord Ridge roared more violently than before, its face twisted in living rage. It began draining the last of its remaining existence. The blockbuster Void and everything it could reach fell into the End, forming a blood-red domain that quickly collapsed inward.
White light burst from its body again. The cost was total. The souls within had already been erased, and what remained was sustained only by surrounding Void, lingering resentment, and even fragments of the distant Divine Kingdom.
All paths of final extinction gathered in its throat. A plasma beam, nearly as powerful as before, fired once more.
"This time you are coming again. Good. This time, I will try to smash you from the front into Shard."