Chapter 73

"That's perfectly fine."

Listening to the pleasant conversation between Kishua and the True Ancestor, Van Fim couldn't help but exchange a glance with Kouhaku before turning to Meli, who looked utterly dejected, and said, "Lady Meli, Kouhaku has bound the mental layers of the True Ancestor. As Avia said, you can now cast your illusions."

"Ugh, this is so annoying! I wasn't even involved in your battle, I was just watching from the sidelines, why did you have to drag me along? This won't do, there's no reward at all, and the True Ancestor are all elves, if the Great Mother knew, she would definitely scold me, saying that insubordination is unacceptable!"

"The Magus of Flowers, waving his Walking Stick, muttered."

"Great Mother..." Kouhaku said thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, Lady Meli is a hybrid of human and Nightmare, right? I never expected to have Great Mother..."

"Yes, that's right. After all, I'm the last Nightmare, so my status and level are quite high. Besides, before my parents left, they entrusted me to my Great Mother in Britain..."

After speaking with a smile, Meli suddenly became slightly serious, as if to stop Kouhaku from asking further questions.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I'm starting now. If Great Mother scolds me, I'll just say I was forced. Waaah, I'm going to work for free."

Accompanied by the sound, the ocean of flowers once again raced through the Millennium Castle, extending towards all the True Ancestor who had failed to fall.

Then, as Kouhaku's chains transformed into thin threads that entered through the flowers on the True Ancestor's bodies, Red and Black shadows quickly wrapped around the chains and surged up, writhing like living creatures, echoing as if the entire Planet was about to be killed.

Upon witnessing this, Van Phim, one of the oldest Dead Apostle, had the illusion that his heart had stopped, while all the Dead Apostle below the Grand Master level felt genuine fear.

This is the guiding principle Crimson Moon placed on all True Ancestor, regarding her actions. Although only True Ancestor have reached the same level of purity as her will be welcomed into Crimson Moon's service, this is also a strategy devised by Avia to completely cut off Crimson Moon's path to survival.

In one fell swoop, all of Crimson Moon's underlying ideologies were completely eradicated at the mental level, leaving her with no possibility of taking over the body.

So, using Meli's illusions, the True Ancestor's minds were disturbed, allowing Kouhaku were then entirely transferred into Crimson Moon's Operational Ideologies, which had taken over Altrouge Brunestud's body...

However, from another perspective, if Crimson Moon can survive today and successfully suppress Altrouge Brunestud's spirit, it would be another form of resurrection.

At that moment, Crimson Moon, who was originally clashing with Avia's Od, felt an exceptionally strong Od surge within her body.

The sheer volume of power Perfection integrated into her body was so abundant that Crimson Moon's empty hands conjured a weapon that shouldn't have been there at the moment—

The Demonic Sword: True World.

This is Demonic Sword that was supposed to appear at the very end of the Steel Continent. Its concept, the True World, comes from Crimson Moon's ultimate goal, which is to restore the Earth's return to the Age of Gods.

"... Huh?"

Crimson Moon seemed to realize something, and her whole body stiffened instantly.

The red flowers, which should have stretched towards the sky, are now inexplicably lying prostrate on the ground, forming a shape that symbolizes the Cross bearing the weight of sin.

148: You are the Cosmos-Rending Thunder.

When Crimson Moon realized that the Demonic Sword: True World had returned and manifested along with many action concepts, she sensed something was wrong.

This was supposed to be Demonic Sword that would only be fully realized after the Planet's death, in her plan. The concept was to restore the Planet to its Age of Gods after its demise. Simply put, it shouldn't be something that could be accomplished now, much less in the current Inner Sea of Stars.

The so-called Inner Sea of Stars is essentially a 'place of the mind' that inevitably exists when Planet is regarded as a living entity, just like the 'Reality Marble' that Magecraft use to Magecraft mental landscapes. In other words, the Inner Sea of Stars is Reality Marble held by the Planet itself.

Because of the vastness of the Earth, there are Multiplicity 'places of the heart', such as 'hearts that are close to human society' or 'hearts that want to give opinions to human society'. The well-known Avalon is just one of these places, a world that is inclined towards nature and does not want to have any contact with human society.

Hasn't the Age of Gods on this Planet already ended!?

How could such a thing happen!

The sudden turn of events left Crimson Moon speechless. If the true world were also destroyed or disappeared, she would truly have no chance of resurrection. She had abandoned the Planet being ravaged by alien steel, relinquished the moon's dominance, and wanted to rule the Earth—how could she have failed like this...?

"Crimson Moon, you should go back. As a king, you have abandoned the world you are supposed to Protection."

Avia spoke to Crimson Moon, who was holding the Demonic Sword but seemed somewhat at a loss, with an overly sharp and cold killing intent that seemed as easy and natural as breathing.

The primary purpose of the Demonic Sword: True World is to restore the revival of the Age of Gods. However, the Greater Source of the Age of Gods currently permeating the room seems to confirm its function. But did the Greater Source appear first to perfect it, or is the Demonic Sword's completion the cause of its effect...?

In this respect, Avia, like Crimson Moon, was actually unsure which event occurred first.

However, he absolutely does not accept the possibility of the Age of Gods returning; only when the Age of Gods ends will there be a true age belonging to humans.

Generally speaking, a world with Minecraft shouldn't theoretically have Crimson Moon, because Minecraft is the 'Eye of the Moon' that interprets everything on Earth, and it's a 'TYPE MOON' without a holder. But since they exist simultaneously now, it's not difficult for Avia to deduce the cause and effect.

The Giant God was undoubtedly imprisoned on the Moon by Minecraft, which is also the current Moon's Ultimate Origin. It can only be speculated that when the Giant God arrived, the Crimson Moon chose to escape, abandoning its Origin. Later, when Earth's consciousness became uneasy due to humans becoming Primate, it made a pact with the Planet.

Create a real world.

But in reality, it's just a lie told to control the Earth.

"The passage of time is enough to turn the sea into mulberry fields, the great names and deeds of past heroes will return to dust, and the evergreen trees will continue to take root on the earth, but the resounding sound of new steel will echo across the distant sky."

"Therefore, it's always the same; the age of God has long since ended."

"The power from the past is merely a protection provided before it has grown strong enough to withstand the crisis."

Following Avia's words, a summoning circle emerged from beneath the Cross- shaped sea of red flowers.

Countless streams of molten lava, exceeding a thousand degrees Celsius, stained the entire magnificent room crimson.

Like molten lava scattered and accumulated from the shattered, frozen sky, it gradually coalesced into a towering figure within this Millennium Castle. Perhaps a remnant of past battles, countless heavy cannons hovered in the air, the diffuse spray of lava falling like flower petals, and behind them...

The enormous thing that came with the molten lava resembled the dragon that fought against the king of the gods in Greek Mythology. Its majestic appearance was the true form of Typhon, the Greece Primordial Dragon, descending once again.

Then, Typhon, who had been summoned by Avia, naturally opened the internal compartment. After all, she was originally one of the Machine God, and after stealing Zeus's blueprints, she had made quite a few modifications to her own machine.

"... Damn it."

Crimson Moon faced Typhon as he activated the heat dissipation fins, and molten fluid seeped out, filling the space between the two spear-shaped cannons.

I really can't figure out how I can avoid or fight back now that I can't use Moonfall. Even if I want to escape this room, I'm bound here by the Demonic Sword: True World.

In the instant Crimson Moon Yue was pondering, a cannonball came from Typhon's machine.

As Crimson Moon predicted, she dodged the first attack, but it blew up a completely unrelated corner of the room.

But then came the second, third, and fourth shots, raining down from the sky like a cage.

The second shot blasted the body away, sending it crashing into the wall.

The third shot grazed the tip of the nose of the body as the soldier sprinted away.

The fourth shot hit Crimson Moon's hand, causing it to grow rapidly in that instant.

"Just a piece of junk--"

Finally—

The fifth high-speed shell, like a spear thrown by a hero, ruthlessly bound Crimson Moon's trajectory.

"You want to kill me? Hah, impossible. At most, you'll only kill Altrouge Brunestud's body. How could an attack of your level—"

Suddenly, Crimson Moon burst out laughing, her voice ringing like a bell. She laughed loudly, but then she noticed the Runes appearing on Typhon's body and instinctively froze.

The young man closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

That alone is enough to create a chilling Od.

It was as if all the Greater Source in this place had been further compressed, and something of unknown origin was born in the youth.

Its wings intertwined, making a clicking sound, as if a huge machine had started up.

The outer shell of the Avia Armor and the dragon wings are intricately combined, and even Typhon, as the combat mech, undergoes changes.

Nearly 70% of its body was covered by an outer shell, which transformed into a massive cannon muzzle, gathering Od comparable to that of Zeus, the king of the gods.

In mythology, there are several Authority or artifacts that determine one's image; for example, Zeus's power is Kronos, the Thunderbolt.

The Authority he received from the king of the gods in Greek Mythology merged with the Primordial Runes obtained by the great gods in Norse mythology.

Now, the Authority of the God-King and the Great Gods has reached a critical point.

This is the greatest terror in nature, and its name is --

"You are the Cosmos-Rending Thunder."

The swirling Thunderbolt is a personification of destruction, painted red and black, that evaporates the world. Ignoring the laws of physics, the vortex vibrates with gravity, allowing no existence to stand in its way, and everything is broken down into molecules.

Based on the effects of Rune, it ultimately bypassed the body and directly tore apart Crimson Moon's operational principles.

149: Black Princess and White Princess

The light that should have been there quietly fell upon the red flower sea that survived the aftershocks of the Authority.

As if unaware of what had just happened, the flowers here remained calm, cold to the point of being cruel.

Against that red backdrop, the Demonic Sword True World stood alone, as if frozen in ice. The invisible Age of Gods Greater Source that suddenly appeared around it transformed into silver fluid metal and kept flowing into its interior from the space.

After gathering everything bit by bit, the Demonic Sword suddenly burst into light. Instantly, the world went dark. After a long, terrifying, but momentary period of silent blindness, the silver fluid disappeared without warning. The excessively dazzling light was more effective at obscuring vision than darkness itself, and it was as fast as the speed of light, just as its name suggests.

Silently.

Even so, the view was still somewhat dazzling, as if one were under the summer sun, or in a slightly unreal daydream, where the world was bright and blinding.

It was through a dramatic change, much like a stage backdrop shift, that the sea of red flowers transformed into a sea of white.

The bright, pure white light shone dazzlingly through the once blood-red-sealed area.

The white light illuminated the undying Demonic Sword, True World. Even though its master, Crimson Moon, had been destroyed, it still stood above, maintaining the Demonic Sword's majesty and authority.

However, in the next instant, the Demonic Sword transformed into silver particles that sped like snowflakes, heading from above Altrouge Brunestud towards Avia, who had emerged from Typhon's body.

Like a gentle rain shower that allows moonlight to scatter quietly, like sand dripping from an hourglass, luminous silver particles gathered in the silver-haired youth's hand, ultimately transforming once again into the form of the Demonic Sword: True World.

"Typhon, can your lava completely dissolve this stuff?"

"... That probably won't work. This sword, though not yet fully complete, is conceptually equivalent to the resurrection of the Age of Gods... I... I haven't developed that ability yet..."

Seeing the tall, dragon-shaped mecha in front of him speaking in such a weak voice, Avia couldn't help but smile.

Then he tilted his head slightly, released his hand, and the Demonic Sword dispersed into silver particles that were barely visible to the naked eye and floated in the air. With another reach, the particles naturally adhered to Typhon's body, and the silver fluid metal slowly mixed with them.

"What... what are you doing...?"

Hmm, Typhon, who quickly transformed into human form, frowned at the silver patterns that were appearing on his arm.

"Just consider it an enhancement. Aren't you determined to defeat Zeus? Maybe you'll have a chance to succeed next time we meet." Avia looked at her and smiled. "In ten or eight years, you should be able to obtain most of the abilities of the True World."

"Do you think I'm some kind of fool, doing nothing all day? I'll personally wipe out guys like Zeus and the whole of Olympus sooner or later... But that's another matter. Are you happy with things as they are now?"

"Well, after all, I think you'll be very happy afterwards... and if we're talking about being happy, aren't you happy too?"

Although Typhon's expression didn't change, Avia knew he was quite happy. After all, he had just emerged from Typhon's Synchronization and could naturally sense that the Primordial Dragon was still in the same good mood as before.

However, in Avia's memory, Typhon seemed to be in a good mood almost every time he was by her side.

At this moment, Avia watched as Altrouge Brunestud, having finally broken free from the suppression of the Crimson Moon Action Concept, opened her eyes and gasped for breath as if she had survived a catastrophe. Just as she was about to say something, the Black-Haired Girl spoke first:

"Thank you for your help, Avia. If it weren't for you, I would be dead."

Black Princess smiled calmly, though with a hint of pain.

However, her tone suggested she was trying to suppress something, as if she were holding back something, yet her composure was unnatural... somewhat like she was completely despondent about something.

Avia noticed that she seemed unwell, so she didn't say anything, but went over and carried her away.

Feeling his slightly elevated body temperature approaching, Altrouge Brunestud rested her head on his chest.

The silver-haired youth thoughtfully said nothing.

So the Black-Haired Girl said nothing.

But when a body temperature much higher than hers mingled with her own, which was completely cold, and their boundaries became ambiguous, she whispered:

"Once you're out, tell them that Altrouge Brunestud is dead. Tell Brad and the others that there can only be one true heir, and that I am just a failure."

She continued, as if venting her frustration.

"I'm not okay at all, I'm really in pain, because I originally intended to kill her, that's what I thought, to make her cease to exist, so that I would be the true successor, but—"

Altrouge Brunestud never had any affection for her sister, whom she had never met, and even now, she still resents Arcueid for being so much better than her.

It was simply because they were unwilling to give up, and wanted to maintain their dignity; they had no other choice.

That's how it should be, but for some reason, tears welled up in my eyes.

A tear slid down her porcelain-white cheek.

"I really can't become the Moon King."

"... yes."

Avia let her lean against her, nodded in response, and turned to look at the center of the room, at the white bed that resembled a coffin.