Chapter 527

"O Universe (Dainichi Nyorai Rushana), through me, accept the Sacrifice of words made by my words; this is the cry of the power within me; they sing praises to the Universe; they fulfill your wishes; your will comes from you, and the Universe returns to you."

The Buddha's Dharmakaya is the most essential and Satya Yuga Wisdom, which is beyond description. Buddhism refers to it as the personification of the Universe.

In an instant, the battlefield indeed changed. Lines formed by Od bloomed out of thin air, intertwining and outlining a colossal galaxy pattern beneath Erice's feet, spewing out countless Divine Aura Thunderbolt as if attempting to devour the Thrice-Great One.

The Thrice-Great One calmly assumed a fighting stance, effortlessly slid her fingers in mid-air to write words, continuously unleashing astonishing Alchemy at high speed.

At that Erice, thousands upon thousands of Alchemy knowledge flooded Erise's mind. Numerous magic circles, as numerous as stars, were intertwined in her mind. The word "incomprehensible" was insufficient to describe the incomprehensible problems. Just looking at them made one want to give up. Yet, she easily deciphered the countless concepts, line after line, and naturally analyzed the best method: how to usurp and rebuild. The whole process even frightened her.

But Erice naturally stretched out her hands, fully demonstrating the Alchemy that had surfaced in her mind.

Her black coat billowed violently, and countless words seemed to flow across her body like a torrent.

Simply put, it's about creating an attack and essence that are closer to complete Alchemy, knowledge to counter the Thrice-Great One.

At the moment of impact, a deafening roar, as if space itself were being torn apart, erupted, and shockwaves spread in all directions.

"Although I was taken aback by the unexpected situation... I'm still the ultimate winner."

Even so, Erice's Alchemy skills were still inferior to those of the Thrice-Great One. Whether it was because her practice couldn't keep up with her knowledge or for some other reason, the specifics are unknown.

A moment later, cracks appeared on the body of the Thrice-Great One, which had been transformed into Otherworld through Alchemy, without warning. As an astonishing wind blew in from the cracks, the Thrice-Great One saw Erice walking towards him step by step, and the immense pressure directly crushed the Alchemy.

"I made a mistake. So the focus was on fusing, usurping, and analyzing my Magecraft Formula..."

There is no possibility of the situation being reversed.

Erice's current power is something that Thrice-Great One who has lost her Alchemy body absolutely cannot contend with.

Upon arriving before the Thrice-Great One Erice unleashed her strongest punch without regard for anything else, shattering the Thrice-Great One head-on. To ensure that she died without leaving a trace, she pushed the Great Lord of the East Imandetes to their maximum firepower.

That's how they blasted the Hermes Trismegistus into nothingness.

At that very moment, in the burning Tokyo of ten years ago, Eri, who had used all her strength to drag her friend back from the Erice after taking Yomi for her, watched helplessly as the Tokyo Tower, the symbol of Tokyo, shook the earth with a deafening Deafening Crash. This scene and the sound were like the most moving cry of a newborn baby, announcing the end of City Tokyo and the beginning of the Underworld Tokyo.

Seeing all this, young Erice wanted to cry but couldn't. She could only silently make a promise during her escape.

I don't know what kind of suffering awaits me next... but I did it, and I even saved my friend.

I can survive, I definitely can.

This is the end of the Kanda Festival, a decade of darkness, like a world sealed off by darkness.

The former Tokyo Demon Gate.

At this moment Erice and the Shrine Priest A Xiu, who had been brought with them, were standing under this Demon Gate.

"... It took us a long time to get here, Erice."

"I'm sorry for making you do this all this time..."

"On the contrary Erice, you've given me ten more years of life. I should be thanking you. Besides, there aren't many people in Tokyo. Nobody cares what I look like."

Shrine Priest A Xiu stood beneath the crimson gate, "Erice, as Death God, you've done everything you could for us."

"... Thanks."

"So unfamiliar, but that's to be expected..."

Shrine Priest A Xiu sighed, "... Don't you regret it, Death God Grim Reaper?"

Upon hearing this question Erice showed a rare expression of puzzlement.

Ten years ago, Tokyo faced a major disaster because of you.

A Xiu deliberately used a provocative tone to say, "Now that you're back, you've seen off the last person living in Tokyo. From now on, Tokyo is truly and utterly destroyed."

The girl, who had maintained the appearance of a four-year-old, bit her lower lip as if enduring pain, but continued talking to Erice.

"Words like 'How hateful!', 'She must be a jinx,' or 'This kind of person deserves to die,' 'She deserves to die,' 'Go to Yomi,' will mercilessly stab you with the sharp blade of words."

Every word of these words actually hurt A Xiu herself.

"The Wicked Spirit wailing around you will surely be more numerous than ever before. Can you bear it?"

She pressed Erice with a painful question, but to be honest, this was a question that Erice had been wondering about before.

Can I bear it? Is everyone's death my responsibility?

"What? That kind of topic is long gone."

Faced with her friend's question, Erice, the 'weaker' one, resolutely nodded, "Yes, I accept it. No matter what you say, I accept it all."

"You answered so quickly... Is that really okay...? Should we hesitate and think about it a little longer...?"

"No problem."

Erice smiled, her unwavering gaze as dazzling as the Rising Sun. "Gaining power by standing above others must be just like that."

A Xiu responded to Erice with a smile.

"... It's time to say goodbye. The Kanda Festival is over, and my Yomi Hirasaka is coming to an end."

That was a long time ago. I, Shrine Priest A Xiu, lived a happy life after that—if that were the case, perhaps it would have been a Satya Yuga ending. But life is not so smooth. My parents died protecting me during the Tokyo disaster, and even after the disaster ended, there was no one else left in the vast Tokyo of Tokyo.

Okay, so what should we do? No, we should ask, what should we do to survive? Life is a continuous process of thinking.

I've experienced joy, and I've also felt pain that's twice as intense. Sometimes I feel like crying for no reason, and other times I smile because of small moments of happiness. In the end, I'm just an ordinary person. The only thing that sets me apart from others is that when I was four years old, I dared to rush out and shield my friend from a bullet.

It's rare to see someone so young achieve this, isn't it?

That's what the girl thought.

The farewell was very ordinary, or rather, peaceful.

Perhaps at that time, I felt that I could walk with my head held high no matter when or where, or perhaps after experiencing that day—had I really become an adult?

She had never interacted with anyone else, and her appearance had remained unchanged for four years. Such a life was truly meaningless, and she herself understood this.

However, it was precisely because this was a blessing from her friend that she was able to persevere and live to this day.

Shrine Priest A Xiu's body was rapidly swelling to the size appropriate for her age, causing her to contort in pain, her face contorted in agony.

"Should we stop? Actually, I should have a solution now..."

"No, no, how could that be? Although it's been painful, I've never had the thought of stopping. Erice, it's been so long."

"Um."

Erice nodded. "But I can still understand that you've been fighting for so long."

"Are we fighting...? It feels like we're just drifting along, living life to the fullest..."

That's why I wanted to say to you, "Thank you for your hard work."

The two shook hands, and Erice said in a comforting tone, "Thank you, A Xiu. My best friend."

"I'm the best... Does that mean you still haven't made any new friends after leaving Tokyo Erice?"

"No."

Erice's quick reply elicited a chuckle from the girl, "Where's that big brother named Novia?"

"No, we're not friends!"

"I understand. It's not just friends, it's something more than that, is that right?"

"... Really, no."

Shrine Priest A Xiu was stunned. She had thought that Erice and Novia's relationship had progressed to that level, but judging from Erice's reaction, it seemed that she had really misunderstood. How strange! As Living Dead, her perception of emotions shouldn't be wrong, right? Wasn't the direction and place that Erice thought about every night the place where Novia was?

"Real?"

"... Actually, there was one."

Erice gave a forlorn smile. "But I really have been abandoned, because I was so reckless, and finding someone else seems completely impossible."

"I have a feeling that it's something you, Erice making up..."

A Xiu paused for a moment, "If you were more open-minded, if you were more tactful, if you were less reckless, you should be able to live a very happy life. After Erice is still very cute, you know. If you had a child, I could probably become a stepmother or something."

But that's impossible.

Erice replied calmly.

"Although I've experienced many twists and turns, I don't regret any of the paths I've taken or the choices I've made. I'm very content to live such a free life. My life is filled with irreplaceable happiness, that's for sure. To say that I don't deserve so much happiness wouldn't be an exaggeration."

"Really? That's good..."

"By the way, that's the first part of my answer; I didn't deny the second part."

"He doesn't always speak clearly and concisely; he's just like always, acting recklessly..."

"I'm Utsumi Erice, it's understandable that I might act a little recklessly, right?"

"Is that so?"

"I see."

After a brief silence, the two of them laughed simultaneously, like children.

Thank you, my friend.

After saying that...

Shrine Priest A Xiu walked slowly and deliberately into the depths of the sea.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he shouted—

"Erice! If you find her, you have to tie her up tightly and don't let her escape!"

Chapter 538 Scoundrel.

Because of that obsession with its own meaning, the great epic that existed in Armenia came to an end.

That was a swift and precise sword strike.

After defeating the seven Angel, the last Sasun, wielding the sword of the sea, supported his exhausted body and, covered in blood, strode toward the Throne in the heavens.

The people of Armenia all know that there once stood a towering mountain on the earth, the highest mountain in the world, and also a scorching Throne.

"If we continue, we will die."

Upon hearing this, Sasun fell silent. The silence lasted for a long time, or perhaps forever. In the confrontation between two unimaginably powerful beings, even time lost its meaning.

God can see into the Future; He surely knows this day. His will transcends all things, yet encompasses all things.

So, His words were undoubtedly correct, but in the end, Sasun pierced Him with a sharp, murderous gaze, his heart pounding and his blood boiling.

I am not afraid of death.

Until his deathbed at his parents' graves, in the heart of the last Sasun, God remained a great being whose every word and deed was enough to command all living beings in the world. So, if that was the case, what was the reason for the existence of the Sasun lineage, who bore His blood?

However, after hearing those words at his parents' graves, this hero, who believed that as long as there was a cry for justice, he would use his own methods to resolve injustice and usher in justice, fell into deep thought.

He is God, the only God.

He controls the world; war is His indifference, injustice is His bystander, and thus the Sasun are needed to resolve these issues. Did He create us for this reason? If so... isn't everything in the world just a 'game'? What is the meaning of the countless lives the Sasun have dedicated to?

Enjoying watching each other kill each other? What's the point? What is He, the strongest, ultimately pursuing?

The last Sasun could never understand it.

Therefore, the sense of justice that stemmed from her ancestors' Faith in God began to question God. Continuing the Sasun lineage was the happiness she longed for, but why couldn't she think about it? Was it because she sensed hypocrisy? So whether she became Heresy or was regarded as a madwoman, the final Sasun had no intention of letting the world remain under hypocrisy, and she would never compromise, no matter how much suffering she endured.

"God, how many people's dignity have you toyed with so far?"

"In that case, try changing my beliefs first. Rushing to me unconditionally and taking such action is enough to utterly annihilate you."

That's all, not even a flick of the wrist, just this statement --

Suddenly, songs came from the clouds, music emanated from the forest, and the songs that resounded everywhere were carried by the wind to all parts of the world, turning into countless Thunderbolt and storms that struck the last Sasun, and blood splattered again, but did not stain the Throne red.

In the end, Sasun pierced her own chest with her right hand, grasping her own beating heart at the same time. Then, in the next instant, she pushed off the ground with all her might, accelerating like an arrow of light, and raised the Holy Sword of the Sea to its highest point, approaching the god. But the god seemed to have expected this, watching her actions without changing his expression.

In an instant, an unparalleled wave of power surged toward the last Sasun.

Ordinary creatures would be reduced to dust with the slightest touch of this wave.

"Alright, Sasun's end this with you. But I really can't understand it. What's the point of doing it this way?"

The voice of God echoed far and wide, but in the end, Sasun's body fell to the ground; this time, the power had truly pierced to the very depths of her Root.

"... It makes sense."