Digimon Adventure: Taming the Beast of Revelation — Chapter 206

Chapter 206: The Greatest Battle Record, Engraved Upon the Skies of the Digital World

The colossal dragon blotted out the sun. His massive wings, vast enough to swallow the earth itself, beat against the atmosphere with terrifying force. Each flap whipped up a violent, roaring gale that tore across the battlefield, surging straight toward the enemy ahead.

Facing an onslaught that mirrored a natural disaster, Belle refused to waste her stamina in a head-on collision. Instead, she surrendered to the storm’s trajectory, allowing the fierce winds to blow her backward like a leaf caught in a hurricane. After all, with Magnamon firmly in her grasp, she had absolutely no reason to fear whatever Examon was plotting.

But the moment that thought crossed her mind, the sky fractured. Dense, blinding pillars of light erupted from all directions, converging on her position. The sheer, crackling energy radiating from the lasers made the air taste of ozone; Belle had no doubt that a single beam possessed enough raw destructive force to vaporize an entire city.

“Do you honestly think Magnamon’s armor can only block attacks from a single direction?” Examon’s voice boomed, vibrating through the clouds.

“Maybe so,” Belle called back, a sharp smirk cutting across her face. “But I’m not stupid enough to just stand here and let you hit me!”

As the lethal grid of light closed in, Belle snapped her wings open. Riding the turbulent air currents, she twisted and rolled through the dense rain of lasers with impossible flexibility. She danced between the beams, dodging whatever she could. And for the strikes she couldn’t evade? She simply hoisted Magnamon up, ‘requesting’ the golden Royal Knight to absorb the impact.

To any observer, she was effortlessly dismantling a lethal trap.

Truly formidable maneuverability, Examon noted, his draconic eyes narrowing as he tracked Belle’s darting silhouette. While her speed doesn’t quite reach the absolute velocity of UlforceVeedramon, her agility easily stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Kentaurosmon.

A low rumble echoed in the dragon’s throat. However, it is a pity. Everything ends here.

“—!” Belle’s pupils shrank.

Before Examon’s thought even finished processing, a pillar of light that Belle had completely cleared suddenly detonated without a fraction of a second’s warning.

Caught entirely off guard by the proximity blast, the shockwave slammed into her side, sweeping her directly into a chain reaction of subsequent explosions. In an instant, the entire firmament ignited. A continuous, violent roar tore through the heavens, a deafening buzz that sounded like the trumpets of doomsday.

The sheer momentum of the blast was so catastrophic that even the few scattered survivors huddled on the far side of the Digital World could feel the ground tremble beneath their feet. They shrank deeper into the shadows, shivering helplessly beneath the blinding spectacle of destruction.

On this day, the skies of the Digital World were scarred with a mark belonging solely to Examon. It was the ultimate proof of his power—the greatest battle record, eternally engraved upon the firmament.

“Did Examon win…?”

Dynasmon stared up at the burning clouds, her voice dropping to a low, hollow whisper. As a Royal Knight, she had never feared a powerful enemy. Her pride demanded she stand tall against any threat. But that did not mean she was immune to dread.

They had finally witnessed a spark of new hope. They had seen the birth of something beautiful in this desolate war. Was it all going to end just like this?

No. Her gauntleted fists clenched tightly. She had already tasted that suffocating powerlessness once before. I will not allow this to happen again. No matter the cost.

Driven by that absolute resolve, Dynasmon quietly reached into her armor and withdrew a sealed cluster of corrupted data.

The X-Program.

It was a forbidden contagion she had secretly siphoned in the shadows, carefully hiding her actions from Yggdrasill’s all-seeing gaze. To avoid drawing suspicion, she had only extracted minuscule fragments of the X-Program from the corpses of fallen Digimon. Yet, over a long period, those fragments had accumulated into a substantial, lethal dose.

History dictated that any Digimon who successfully adapted to the X-Program would obtain the X-Antibody, granting them an unmatched evolution in power. If anything could shatter this hopeless deadlock, it was this.

And the price of failing to adapt? Complete, agonizing deletion.

There are no cowards among the Royal Knights, Dynasmon thought grimly.

Just as she prepared to shatter the seal and force the virulent code into her own core, a familiar sensation drifted down from the burning stratosphere.

This aura…?

Dynasmon snapped her head upward. High above, emerging from the churning, smoke-choked clouds tens of thousands of meters in the sky, a tiny silhouette materialized.

It was Belle.

She had survived.

Yet, seeing the gunner emerge did nothing to ease the tension knotting Dynasmon’s chest. Belle’s condition was catastrophic. Her entire body was scorched and littered with bleeding lacerations from the chain explosions. Her signature mask was completely shattered, exposing her face. Worst of all, her right arm had been entirely blown away, leaving nothing but sparking data and jagged edges.

She was in a truly wretched, broken state. How could she possibly continue fighting a monster like Examon looking like that?

Panic rising, Dynasmon subconsciously turned her gaze toward Mizuki, expecting to see her own horror mirrored on the boy’s face.

Instead, she froze.

Mizuki merely offered a passing glance at the sky. His expression remained perfectly calm, completely devoid of panic. A second later, he shifted his eyes away from his heavily wounded partner, locking his intense focus entirely on Omnimon, who stood ominously in the distance.

It was glaringly obvious. Rather than worrying about Belle’s life-threatening injuries, Mizuki was far more concerned with guarding against a sudden ambush from Omnimon.

How… heartless?

The accusation flared in Dynasmon’s mind, but she immediately shook her head, banishing the thought. Although she hadn’t known the boy for long, she refused to believe it. Mizuki was not a cold-blooded, apathetic master. If he were, a noble warrior like Gallantmon would never have chosen to stand by his side.

Which meant there was only one logical explanation.

Before Dynasmon could fully process the realization, a suffocating, scorching pressure descended from the heavens.

The entire sky instantly warped into a blinding crimson, as if the very atmosphere had caught fire.

It was burning.

Examon was unleashing his ultimate technique.

[Dragonic Impact!]

Plummeting from the very edge of the atmosphere, the colossal dragon turned himself into a living meteor. The sheer friction of his descent generated a localized firestorm, wrapping his massive armored body in apocalyptic heat as he dove straight toward his target. Given Examon’s unfathomable size, raw power, and terminal velocity, the kinetic force of an impact from that altitude would be world-shattering.

Even though Belle lacked Dynasmon’s intimate knowledge of the Royal Knights’ arsenal, the blinding heat and crushing pressure told her everything she needed to know.

One arm was gone. Her body was battered and bleeding. Could she really stand against a falling star in this state?

As the gargantuan, burning shadow rapidly expanded in her vision, the scorching heatwave reflected in Belle’s eyes—igniting a fierce, blazing light within them.

It wasn’t the grim determination of a warrior marching toward death. It wasn’t the desperate resolve of a final, suicidal stand.

It was pure, unadulterated thrill. The ecstatic joy of a predator who had lured her prey exactly where she wanted him.

Covered in wounds? Missing an arm? A wild, bloody grin stretched across her face. Just kidding. I was just teasing you.

This is the exact moment I’ve been waiting for.

“Examon!” Belle roared, her voice slicing through the roaring winds. “Let’s settle this!”

Flapping her tattered, scorched wings, she didn’t retreat. Instead, she kicked off the air, charging straight upward into the descending meteor.

Had she attempted this earlier, Examon might have paused, his instincts warning him of a trap. But seeing her broken, one-armed state, the dragon dismissed her charge as nothing more than the desperate, thrashing final strike of a dying opponent. He didn’t pay it a second thought.

Driven by their respective absolute convictions, the two Digimon—and one very abused golden shield—hurtled toward each other.

And so, tens of thousands of meters above the earth, amidst a sky of fire and ash, they engaged in their final, devastating clash.