When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

A shadow loomed over Tempest, dark energy pulsating like a second sun.

Malphas, a monstrous being clad in abyssal armor, hovered in the sky, his very presence warping reality. His glowing, crimson eyes locked onto Rimuru and Goku, radiating contempt.

"This world resists…" Malphas muttered, his voice echoing like a thousand tortured souls screaming in unison. "But resistance is meaningless."

He raised his hand, and the sky split apart.

A sphere of pure annihilation, larger than a city, formed above him. Its surface churned with black lightning, its gravitational pull crushing the land beneath.

Without hesitation, Malphas hurled it downward.

BOOOOOM!

A brilliant streak of light shot forward—Goku, in True Ultra Instinct, met the attack head-on, his aura clashing violently against the abyssal energy.

Rimuru appeared beside him in an instant, Moonlight Edge drawn, his own power surging.

"Goku, we're stopping this together."

"Heh," Goku smirked, his silver hair glistening. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Their combined power collided with Malphas' attack, and the world shook.

The impact erased entire mountain ranges, the force of their clash distorting time itself.

But Malphas only grinned. "Foolish."

He vanished—reappearing behind them, a spear of abyssal energy aimed straight for Rimuru's heart.

Clang!

Rimuru twisted midair, blocking the strike with Moonlight Edge, but the force sent him crashing through miles of terrain.

Malphas whirled toward Goku, launching a barrage of energy slashes that cut through space itself.

Goku dodged at impossible speeds, countering with a devastating Kamehameha that engulfed Malphas in divine light.

The explosion was cataclysmic—but Malphas emerged, unscathed.

Rimuru, now fully unleashed, appeared next to Goku.

"This is going to take everything we have."

Goku nodded. "Then let's go all out."

And so, the battle for Tempest raged on.

In the depths of the Dwarven Kingdom, flames roared.

Kael'Zorath stood taller than mountains, his body a fusion of living magma and void energy. His every breath melted steel, his mere presence a walking apocalypse.

Gazel, blade drawn, stood firm before him. Draguel, the giant warrior, cracked his knuckles, eager for battle.

Kael'Zorath laughed. "Pitiful mortals. You will burn."

He swung his arm, and a tidal wave of black fire surged forth, capable of reducing entire nations to ash.

Gazel reacted instantly, his sword slicing through the flames, cutting a path through the inferno.

Draguel, grinning, charged straight through the fire, his scales resisting the abyssal heat.

With a mighty punch, he drove his fist into Kael'Zorath's chest, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

But the titan barely staggered.

"You amuse me," Kael'Zorath rumbled. "But amusement is fleeting."

With a roar, his entire body exploded in fire, consuming the battlefield in a storm of death.

Gazel and Draguel vanished into the flames.

But the fight was far from over.

A battle of light and corruption waged above the Holy Kingdom.

Vael, a fallen angel, hovered above Ruberios, his wings dripping with abyssal energy. His spear of dark divinity radiated power, a weapon capable of ending entire civilizations.

Luminous stood before him, her blood-red aura burning like an eclipsed sun.

"You are filth," she spat.

Vael smirked. "And you are weak."

He vanished—reappearing behind her, spear thrusting toward her heart.

CLANG!

Hinata intercepted, her sword meeting the abyssal spear, their clash splitting the heavens apart.

Diablo and Zegion who were sent by Rimuru to help Luminous, struck simultaneously, their attacks so swift that Vael barely had time to react.

The battle was chaos incarnate.

In the floating islands of Celesterra, dark tendrils of madness crept through the air.

Ravok, a being of nightmares, hovered in the sky, his form shifting and twisting, his voice a whisper that could shatter minds.

Ramiris, wings spread, glared at him.

"You're a real pain, you know that?"

Beside her, Ivarage, now in his human form, cracked his neck.

"I'll handle this one."

Ramiris blinked. "Wait, what?"

Ivarage stepped forward, his aura igniting like a celestial blaze.

Ravok laughed. "You? A mere child?"

Ivarage smirked. "Try me."

And so, the battle in Celesterra began.

In the throne room of the Eastern Empire, whispers spread like a plague.

Drekanis, unseen, wove his influence into the minds of rulers and generals, turning allies into enemies, friends into betrayers.

The empire collapsed from within, its leaders becoming puppets of the abyss.

And all of it, without a single drop of blood spilled.

Youm gritted his teeth as his own soldiers turned against him, their minds clouded by Myrrana's honeyed words.

Milim who came to help, floating beside him, clenched her fists.

"That's enough," she growled.

She punched the air, and a shockwave tore through the battlefield, erasing the abyssal corruption.

Myrrana smirked.

"Oh? You'll have to do better than that."

Within the endless corridors of the Labyrinth, chaos reigned.

Veldora roared, unleashing a storm of pure destruction, shattering Ravok's illusions.

"You think your tricks will work on me?!"

Raza grinned. "No… but let's see how you handle true fear."

A wave of abyssal nightmares engulfed the Labyrinth.

A black void consumed the Holy Empire, erasing all light, all hope, all existence.

The people screamed, their souls ripped from their bodies.

Mordain laughed, the end of an era unfolding before him.

But the battle was not over yet.

In his realm, Beerus watched, eyes narrowed.

"So… my adopted son has chosen to fight."

Whis smirked. "Interesting, isn't it?"

Beerus sighed. "Tch. This world is a mess."

His wives observed in silence.

The war had just begun.