Sorry Guys I was Busy and didn't noticed that i messed up the shedule of upload and this chapter left so here it it..... I advice you to read ch- 49 and 50 after this..... Byeeee...
The skies of Mahishmati had grown heavier—not with rain, but with the weight of impending war.
Even as the Raksha Mandala spread its golden web across Aryavart, darkness rose to challenge it. Rudra, seated within the sanctum of Karmapeeth, could feel it all.
Whispers in his mind, echoes of terror from righteous lands—riots, betrayals, disappearances, massacres.
Despite the best efforts of his Senapatis—Karna, Eklavya, Ishita, and Veer Pratap—evil still sprouted like weeds across the fertile field of Dharma.
And Mahishmati, the kingdom of divine reform and justice, could no longer remain still.
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Back in the War Chamber, advisors and generals gathered.
"Your Majesty," said the battle-scarred minister Chandragupt, "Even with all four Senapatis deployed, and your emissaries empowering the Dharmic kingdoms, it isn't enough."
"Too many heads of evil have risen," added Ishwaran, a high-ranking Prana sage. "Cutting one only births ten more."
At that moment, two massive figures entered—Pitamaha Vijay, former colonel and Rudra's grandfather, and Suresh Pratap, Rudra's father, previous King and a Maharathi in his own right.
Their armor glistened with blood and ash.
"We've burnt their caves and crushed their heads," Pitamaha growled, throwing a demon's curved horn on the map table. "But they are endless, Rudra."
Suresh spoke with cold rage. "These creatures are hiding in the seams of society—shapeshifting Rakshasas, corrupted kings, rogue yogis. Even righteous kingdoms under the Dharma Mandala are falling into civil chaos. We need more."
Rudra stood silently, eyes closed, arms crossed.
Then he whispered.
"So be it."
He turned and walked toward the central atrium of the palace—the sacred Yuddha Griha, the place where the Statue of Veerbhadra stood tall—Mountainous figure of celestial alloy, sculpted with divine rage, silent and in meditation.
Today… it would awaken.
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With a snap of Rudra's fingers, Blue and Black Divine Energy surrounded the colossal statue.
Rudra raised both arms. Divine blue energy spiraled around his palms as his voice thundered across Mahishmati.
"Rise, O Avatar of Rudra. Rise, Veerbhadra – the Purger of Adharma!"
"Om Namah Rudraya Veerbhadraya Namah!"
The statue shimmered. Its closed eyes lit up with a blazing fire. And then—a tremor shook the earth.
Not just in Mahishmati.
Across the ten hidden temples in the city, in secret underground vaults, in mountain storage chambers, in riverbed factories where divine machines slept—they all began to awaken.
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One. Hundred. Thousand.
Then Five Hundred Thousand.
Then A Million.
One by one, the Avatars of Veerbhadra emerged—metallic warriors standing five metre tall, with flexible divine alloys as bodies, capable of flowing like water and hitting like lightning.
Each one bore the Karma Crest on their chest and the Dharma Wheel on their backs.
Each weilded the same giant twin Scimitar
As their activation completed, they raised their heads to the sky and roared as one:
"Jai Shiva! Jai Durge! Har Har Mahadev"
The sound thundered across Bharatvarsh.
Birds flew away in panic. Rivers rippled from their echo. Even mountains shook slightly.
The message was clear and loud: 'Dharma had unleashed its fury'
Rudra stood at the central balcony of the palace and pointed his finger toward the horizon.
"You are the shields of the innocent and swords of truth. Hunt them. Find the evil, flush it out. No corruption shall remain. Not in shadows, not in palaces. Purge every last trace of Adharma!"
With a thunderous war cry, the million Veerbhadras vanished—each leaping across miles with a single bound, flying over rivers, tearing through forests, entering deserts, diving into oceans.
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In the Kingdom of Koshala:
A corrupt minister was mid-sentence, convincing the king to raise grain taxes again.
Suddenly—CRASH! The ceiling exploded.
A Veerbhadra landed, picked the minister up by the throat, and a beam of light scanned his soul. Dark red—he was corrupt.
With a single strike, the Veerbhadra smashed his Prana core and purified his body into ash.
"Your kingdom is under Dharma's protection now," the Veerbhadra said to the stunned king.
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In the caves near Vindhyachal:
A nest of shape-shifting Rakshasas laughed while roasting stolen children's limbs.
They didn't hear the silent approach.
A hundred Veerbhadras surrounded them, eyes glowing with infernal blue.
What followed… was not battle.
It was extermination.
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In the coastal kingdom of Anga:
Riots blazed across cities. Two factions burned homes, killing innocents in the name of religion and Varna purity.
Suddenly, from the skies, a fleet of flying Veerbhadras descended.
Using divine calming mantras and sonic disarmament pulses, they neutralized the rioters, scanned their karma signatures, and separated the guilty from the misguided.
The guilty were branded with the Mark of Adharma—visible to all, shaming them forever unless redeemed.
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For seven days and seven nights, the million Veerbhadras raged across the lands.
They hunted corruption like a plague. No cave was too deep. No fortress was too guarded. No disguise could hide from their Karma Vision.
And Rudra monitored them all through the Karma Grid—a divine network that let him oversee every warrior, every judgment, every battle.
He saw it all.
He felt it all.
And the people of Aryavart began to sing a new name—
"Rudra, the Living Dharma."
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On the eighth dawn, the sky turned golden.
Rudra stepped out onto the palace terrace once again. The million Veerbhadras began returning—hovering silently above the city, lined in formation like divine stars.
They had flushed out the evil.
The darkness was not gone forever—but it was shattered, scattered, broken for now.
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Pitamaha Vijay smiled at Rudra.
"You truly are not from this world."
Suresh clapped his son's shoulder. "You brought light where even the gods feared to tread."
Rudra, exhausted but unyielding, looked at the horizon.
"This was just the beginning," he said. "I've given them food, shelter, education, safety… Now comes the hardest battle."
Pitamaha raised an eyebrow. "Which battle?"
Rudra whispered, voice hard and eyes cold.
"Changing their minds."
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