Here is the English translation for Chapter 147, formatted with clean syntax, polished grammar, and an engaging narrative style tailored for Western fantasy readers, maintaining proper character consistency (including Barsha as a female squad leader):

147. The 10 Annihilation Demons!

Denta’s dark tendrils lashed out at Gayatri from a distance, extending at terrifying velocity as their tips morphed into broadswords and razor-sharp armaments. Each thick limb possessed the resilience of tempered steel, capable of shifting shape at the Gatekeeper's absolute whim. Such was the horrifying mutation bestowed upon the followers of Lord Demon Shura.

BLAM!

Gayatri executed an evasive leap just as three additional tendrils whipped toward her position. Channeling her internal core, she manifested radiant energy constructs to deflect the incoming strikes. As a fourth tendril swept in from her blind spot, Gayatri drew upon wind mana, taking to the sky to hover above the danger zone.

Denta's assault was relentless and indiscriminate. Studded with hundreds of unblinking eyes across his mutated torso and tendrils, his spatial vision granted him a complete 360-degree view of the entire battlefield.

In another sector, Commander Yarko maneuvered through a dense wave of weaponized tendrils.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Metamorphic dark steel struck against Yarko's incandescent spellsword, showering the clearing in sparks. Yarko marveled at the unnatural physics of Denta's limbs—flexible as organic tissue one second, yet striking with the mass and density of solid steel the next.

Parrying a continuous barrage from the tree-trunk-sized tendrils, Commander Yarko closed the distance toward Denta’s main body. Vaulting high into the air, he channeled a massive volume of aura into his blade, severing several tendrils near their root origin along Denta's back.

The severed limbs tumbled to the soil, yet before they even hit the ground, fresh metallic armaments sprouted from the weeping stumps. The monster's cellular regeneration was staggering, leaving virtually no permanent openings to exploit.

Yarko locked blades once more with the freshly sprouted armaments. Nearby, the rest of the Sky Squad—Alicia, Arion, Sanjo, and their comrades—strained to hold their defensive perimeters against Denta's unhinged assault.

Despite the intense pace of the duel, the young guardians showed no signs of internal exhaustion. Their refined 8th-circle cultivation, combined with the lingering essence of the Heart Dragon assimilated into their cores, provided an endless current of atmospheric mana. Observing their endless stamina, Denta felt a growing flicker of disbelief.

In the dark domain, cultivators secured immediate, volatile power by swearing allegiance to Shura, receiving direct injections of dark magic to bypass decades of arduous training. Orthodox martial artists, by contrast, were forced to build their reserves through years of disciplined cultivation.

How are these greenhorns maintaining full output after fighting at maximum capacity for so long?! Denta wondered bitterly.

Unlike his opponents' self-sustaining cores, Denta faced a strict temporal threshold in his current state. Maintaining full Demon Transformation while drawing upon his Blood Supreme fragment placed immense strain on his vessel. If he exceeded his operational limit, his mutated core would suffer total internal collapse and detonate. He needed to eliminate the joint force quickly before his transformation timed out, as reverting to a human vessel would require decades of deep isolation.

Time was rapidly running out.

Denta’s tendrils coalesced into massive, rotating drills ringed with serrated blades. As the drills spun at high velocity, the martial artists deployed high-density aura barriers to brace against the kinetic storm.

Vaulting above the rotating drills, Alicia leveled her spellsword toward the sky. It is time for judgment!

A glowing, trident-shaped runic crest ignited across Alicia's forehead—a mark confirming she had unsealed her highest internal circle. Having systematically gathered atmospheric mana throughout the engagement, she prepared to unleash her ultimate technique. Hovering mid-air, her sword radiated a blinding, incandescent glare that illuminated the darkened forest.

"Greatest Sword Magic!"

Alicia channeled her absolute resolve into the strike, determined to inflict damage severe enough to overwhelm Denta's regenerative properties once and for all. As the true successor to Saint Yonan, she had borne years of quiet hardship following her grandfather's disappearance, enduring neglect and disdain from the leadership of the Golden Crane Academy.

Today, no one would ever look down on Yonan's legacy again. She would prove to the entire world that she was worthy of bearing the grandmaster's mantle.

A massive, multi-colored arc of celestial aura—resembling a roaring rainbow tempest—condensed around Alicia's blade. As she brought her spellsword down, a pillar of divine energy extended toward the heavens before crashing directly onto Denta's mutated frame.

Recognizing the terrifying yield of the incoming strike, Denta recalled every tendril extending from his body, weaving them into a multi-layered, reinforced dome over his head.

"HAAAAA!"

A catastrophic wave of kinetic energy tore through the Tulisma Forest as Alicia's ultimate spellwork collided with Denta's dark barrier. The collision generated a violent shockwave that shattered ancient trees, setting off a storm of opposing atmospheric currents that shook the very foundation of the woodland.

Commander Yarko and the Sky Squad braced themselves, preparing to capitalize on the moment. Denta was no ordinary adversary; his transformed state commanded absolute parameters. As Denta focused his entire dark output on holding off Alicia's divine beam, his defensive perimeter was fully engaged, leaving his flanks exposed.

Watching from the edge of the clearing, Aji remained still, observing the clash without intervening. His role was not to fight their battles for them, but to guide the young guardians until they could stand as an unyielding wall on their own.

His singular, absolute directive upon returning to the mortal realm was the total eradication of Lord Demon Shura. That was the sole mandate entrusted to him by his fallen comrades, Saint Yonan and Saint Ganada.

He would eliminate Shura; the rest of the world belonged to the new generation to protect and govern. Aji held firm faith that the young warriors had learned from history, forging an unshakeable resolve to defend their realm from the abyss.

Nothing could divert Aji from his primary mandate.

Though a part of his soul yearned for an ordinary, peaceful life—a quiet home, a family, and serene days far removed from conflict—he knew such dreams were mere phantoms. He had chosen his path, and he would walk it to the absolute end.

Meanwhile, inside the subterranean sanctuary...

"A massive surge of energy has detonated in the north," Lord Demon Shura declared, his dark cloak rustling as he stepped past the kneeling Nesia. "The time has come, Nesia. Mobilize the legions."

As the Demon Lord stepped off his altar, Nesia realized the hour of total war had arrived.

A collision of such magnitude meant the Gatekeepers were fighting at their absolute limits. If Denta, Samoa, and Zagar were forced to unleash their final forms to hold off the orthodox alliance...

Nesia’s vessel trembled slightly as she felt the distant aura pulses of her comrades spiking to their absolute ceilings. They have been pushed into deploying their full Demon Transformations...

The realization confirmed that an apocalyptic confrontation was unfolding inside the Tulisma Forest.

"I shall remember the sacrifices of the Five Gates," Shura added carelessly, his tone cold and unbothered. "Yet their falls are of no consequence. I shall simply reconstruct their vessels and restore them to my side!"

Shura's words rang with absolute authority. Nesia had witnessed the two reconstructed figures standing before her lord—irrefutable proof that Shura commanded divine authority over life and death itself through the synthesis of dark magic and the Blood Supreme.

When those two revived dreadnoughts marched onto the battlefield during the final campaign, the martial world would paralyze in absolute terror.

Furthermore, before dispatching the Four Gates to the front lines, Shura had extracted and preserved their biological essence while injecting them with the Blood Supreme fragments.

With her comrades' resurrection assured, Nesia's doubts evaporated. Total victory was imminent. The world would soon be reshaped in their image. A cruel smile touched her lips.

"Nesia! Transmit the activation sequence to our sleeper legions across all five continents!" Shura commanded, lifting both arms as dark, crimson magic flared from his vessel. "The day of global plunder is upon us. Order them to mobilize!"

A suffocating wave of absolute malice radiated from the Demon Lord's frame, shaking the cavern walls.

"By your command, My Lord! It shall be done!" Nesia responded, bowing her head against the stone floor.

Stepping back three paces in formal reverence, Nesia rose, pressed her right palm over her heart, and vanished into the shadows.

The dark army had waited twenty years for this day. While the Five Gates served as Shura's personal vanguard and high counselors, guarding his vessel during his two decades of recovery, the dark army possessed an even more terrifying striking force reserved strictly for the final war.

Twenty years ago, during the battle on the Phosphite continent, the Three Legends had launched a preemptive strike before Shura could deploy his ultimate commanders, severely crippling the dark army's initial invasion.

Now, Nesia smiled in the darkness. It was time to summon the true lords of ruin from their deep hibernation.

The 10 Annihilation Demons!

Their parameters were bestowed directly by Lord Demon Shura himself. While the Five Gates managed high command, the 10 Annihilation Demons were the supreme warlords of the dark army—each commanding a standing legion of two hundred thousand dark operatives scattered covertly across all five continents.

A standing force of two million elite dark combatants awaited their call.

When the 10 Annihilation Demons descended upon the mortal realm, total devastation would sweep across human civilization. And now, under the direct directive of Lord Demon Shura, Nesia was transmitting the activation sequence.

An apocalyptic war that would rewrite global history was about to erupt—and Nesia stood as the ultimate administrator of the dark sovereign, destined to govern the subjugated realm at Shura's right hand.