Savior and Savior's High-Five

The law of the world is that one should not look directly at God, and it is also the most fundamental principle of 'mystery'—the source of mystery's effectiveness in the face of even more ancient mysteries.

What we call mystery can ultimately be defined as the degree of 'information coverage'.

A small amount of information flowing into a large amount of information is like a clay ox entering the sea, causing no ripples whatsoever. It can only cover the mystery of a short period of time, just as it can cover the mystery of a long timeline.

Mystery is like this, and so is the God. The more ancient the God, the more vast the 'information' he possesses. It is a scale that would overwhelm ordinary people just by gazing at it, a complexity that would shock them just by looking at its outer shell.

But at this moment, Ritsuka Fujimaru, who knew this principle well, still resolutely looked directly at the Old Ones ' Cthulhu ', who was huddled in the sky above R'lyeh, confronting and fighting Rovi.

She absorbed that unlimited amount of information.

And because of the outflow of that information, because of that mysterious surge, they fell into a nightmare.

The Sleeper holds sway over countless dreams.

His mystery is the manifestation of 'dream'.

And why nightmares?

That's because nightmares are the most vulnerable part of the human heart, a manifestation of what people fear most...

"I hope it will succeed, Last of Humanity savior!"

Martha looked at Ritsuka, who had suddenly vanished, and knew that she had entered the dream woven from the outflow of Cthulhu power.

The Dragon Taming Saintess exhaled, looked up, and gazed at the sky.

"Senior..." Mash was a little worried, but she knew that this was her senior's battlefield.

Before that—

"We must protect this place!"

Martha grinned, her flowing purple hair highlighting her pretty face. The white hair ornaments woven on both sides of her hair swayed in the wind like a wedding dress. She slightly raised the Cross Spear in her hand, and clenched her other fist, revealing the outline of muscles on her wrist, which was fair and healthy.

The wind blows on and on, and the beautiful figure of the young woman stands here.

Mash took a deep breath, gripped her shield tightly, and looked up at the street opposite, towards R'lyeh.

The surging water vapor permeates this ancient city, which is immersed in the depths of the sea of dreams. The streets are damp and sticky, surrounded by towering buildings that appear majestic but are extremely distorted in layout. Yet, figures can be seen climbing out of the shadows.

A body covered in scales, swaying and writhing fins, wriggling and spreading tentacles, 'gills' that inhale and exhale bubbles... It is a monster in the French Singularity that is not currently invading the outside world, a member of the Cthulhu's family, a race hiding in the abyss of nightmares.

That is precisely the enemy that Martha and Mash must face at this moment. They must hold back these monsters so that Ritsuka has enough time to break free from the nightmare and shatter this ancient dream called ' R'lyeh '.

"Monsters—I'll show you what Martha is all about!"

A booming sound echoed, and behind the Dragon Taming Saintess, who clenched her fist and raised her gun, a surge of air rolled, and a huge evil dragon appeared from the sky. The evil Dragon Kind, which had once ravaged the area but had been subdued by the Saintess, roared angrily.

Saint Martha, displays awe-inspiring power under the Lord!

Boom—

In the sky above R'lyeh, the wielding holy sword clashed once more with the attacking tentacles. Cthulhu's massive form hovered in the air, yet possessed unparalleled speed and agility. R'lyeh was the domain of the Old Ones, granting limitless enhancements to both movement and physical form.

Rovi took a half step back, blocking the incoming erosion—

He was not afraid of death, but during the battle, he still had to try to avoid being corrupted... Being corrupted by the power of the Old Ones would not kill him, but would only taint his Spirit Core, making him one of the ' Old Ones '.

But after retreating, it continued forward, wielding its holy sword to sever the tentacles and colliding with Cthulhu, who was charging with a clenched fist.

Fists and swords clashed, R'lyeh trembled and shook, proving that the Old Ones from the Abyss could not escape the established rules in the present universe.

The existence of the 'gods' in the dark universe is not material. In the period when the universe was shrouded in darkness, there was no real matter to speak of. Everything was a chaotic and disordered 'information state'. But at this moment, the universe has already entered an era in which stars illuminate the universe and light is orderly.

This era is one where 'matter' and 'information' coexist.

and.

Material things dominate.

If information is to encroach upon the material universe, it must also be transformed into a material form.

If Cthulhu were to successfully corrupt Rovi, the same would be true—because Rovi is no weaker than Cthulhu in his physical form, and he cannot corrupt Lovy's ideology with his own chaotic and disordered information.

"But if it were the most powerful beings among the Old Ones, such as the Three Great Gods, or even Azathoth, the source of the dark universe, perhaps it wouldn't be necessary to go through all this trouble."

The strongest Old Ones possess the power to directly interfere with and disrupt the material world in an informational state.

Rovi had no doubt about this.

After all, he had fought against his avatar before—after the successful creation of the Origin Universe, and in the process of igniting the dead universe countless times.

So Rovi is both relieved and regretful.

The subsequent strike after retreating at this moment appeared even more ruthless and merciless.

You won't kill me.

Then I'll kill you—

The overwhelming killing intent caused the long- the Sleeper Sleep to roar restlessly. The deep roar was accompanied by indescribable murmurs. The water vapor of R'lyeh vibrated and transformed into an unprecedented storm around the massive figure. The dense water vapor wove together into dark clouds, and flashes of lightning could be seen in the gaps.

The dome trembled, Rovi floated within it, as if he were on a fishing boat in a vast ocean. He stood on the bow, looking up into the distance, where a huge, ferocious monster lay before him.

But he was not a true fisherman after all; Cthulhu was enormous and not invincible to him!

Though a monster, Cthulhu, with a humanoid body, raised his hand and reached into the condensed dark clouds and mist. His hand, which was wrapped with long, narrow, blade-like claws, clenched tightly and pulled a 'spear' from the dark clouds.

Cthulhu gripped his spear tightly and, amidst his roaring and delirious ramblings, thrust it toward Rovi.

While being tossed and turned in the 'sea', Rovi suddenly felt like a fish swimming in a pond.

Cthulhu, on the other hand, is a fisherman wielding a harpoon.

He squinted and looked up.

The spear flickered and stretched into the distance, weaving a dark, twisting and crisscrossing pattern. The spear, manifested as pure lightning, was an ocean of surging, condensed ions... Cthulhu, who wields water, is also a god who rides lightning in the abyss of darkness.

The Dark Side of the Universe is pitch black, devoid of light and color.

Thunder also appears.

But the absence of light and color only amplifies its terror—it can devour a single ray of light, a single ray of color, and it is also confident that it can devour a single ray of matter. To it, the universe of matter is like a painting by an artist.

With just a light swipe, you can spread and erase a color.

This is precisely the power of the ultimate abyss that Cthulhu possesses.

Faced with such power, Rovi simply bent his knees, held the ' Heart Holy Sword ' in his hand upside down, and then his knees suddenly tightened. Accompanied by the trembling air, he raised the sword upward amidst the condensation of endless vortexes.

The Reverse Robe Slash—a downward slash that, wrapped in the cold light of a reversed dragon, clashed with Cthulhu's spear.

The plasma sea collided and boiled, its power overflowing, and the extreme darkness swallowed up all the light, engulfing everything around it into darkness.

But in the gloomy realm, in the nightmarish dome of R'lyeh, only the sword in Rovi's hand still shines.

The Star Holy Sword and the Heart Holy Sword, holy swords forged by the stars and Human Order together. Although he only borrowed them, he could still easily unleash their full power and use their characteristics to fight against the darkness of the abyss of the universe.

It is the 'Sword of Creation', which creates matter and light, and is exactly the opposite of the power wielded by Cthulhu, and thus directly opposes it!

He blocked it, but Cthulhu suddenly twisted his wrist and abruptly pulled the 'spear' back.

The ancient terrors intended to use this force to destabilize Rovi's body, but as the plasma sea and the sword of creation rubbed against each other, amidst the flowing and splashing flames, his figure remained stable, standing firmly in place like a mountain.

Spears and swords are separated.

Cthulhu, however, stepped forward again—his body swayed, and with a flick of his spear, he pierced the depths of the material universe.

This time, Rovi didn't try to take the hit head-on.

It wasn't that he couldn't catch it, but that it was unnecessary... In a split second, he suddenly lifted his foot to avoid the attack, but at the same time, he twisted his waist and sank down, his legs slamming heavily onto the spear.

Thunder scorched the soles of his feet, and like seawater boiling in an instant, a tremendous force ignited.

After bending his knees, Rovi bent his knees again, and leaped into the air as if in a double folding jump.

This time, the sword is not held in a reverse grip, but in a regular grip.

The sword light rose, merging between his brows and eyes, forming a line with his gaze, and even more so with his body.

One man and one sword.

Man is sword.

Man and sword become one, body moves like a bowstring released from a bow... momentum is like a rainbow piercing the sun!

A buzzing sound echoed, and the darkness of the surrounding area shattered instantly, broken by a streak of light. Taking advantage of the Cthulhu attack, Rovi rushed to R'lyeh's side in an instant, facing him directly, his sharp edge reaching his eyebrows.

The sword light in his hand accumulated to its peak; the collision between the Dark Side of the Universe and the surface occurred in an instant...

Cthulhu's body was a humanoid creature covered in blue scales. Its face and head were composed of countless wriggling tentacles, resembling an octopus. But as Rovi approached, those countless wriggling tentacles suddenly scattered around.

Cthulhu revealed his true 'face' beneath his tentacles—crisscrossing fangs surrounded crimson flesh, and countless crimson tentacles, writhing like giant snakes, writhed and danced within, 'paving' a path into endless, deep darkness, into the endless void.

Hidden beneath Cthulhu's true face is the gateway to the 'Ultimate Abyss'!

"Human, you've been tricked!"

Even evil gods can use tricks!

They reside in the realm of time, existing in the early stages of the universe's birth, but their existence covers all of space and time. They are always observing and secretly influencing humanity.

Because they found it interesting, they understood humans very well...

Lure Rovi into attacking.

Intentionally revealing a flaw.

To let humanity's strongest warriors encounter hope only to be plunged into the abyss of despair... Cthulhu finds this quite amusing!

"Humans will always be humans, and ants will always be ants—"

"The fact that you bring me joy is the greatest value of your existence!"

The sounds of pleasure, transformed into invisible murmurs, echoed within R'lyeh. Pleasure has always been Cthulhu's motivation... For pleasure, He can fight other evil gods, or have His minions wage a cosmic war. For pleasure, He can also be capsized by a small fishing boat, just to enjoy that fleeting moment of human emotion.

At this moment, Cthulhu was delighted—because He saw the end of Rovi's.

With that final stab, he will plunge into the deepest abyss...

He could sense that Rovi was avoiding the corruption of evil gods and the possibility of becoming an evil god.

But the more he didn't want to, the more he tried to resist.

Cthulhu, the more I want to do this!

"Come, join us, become a member of the Ultimate Abyss, become a player of the Primordial Eternity—"

"Become—ga!?"

A sudden, abrupt sound emanated from Cthulhu's mouth, and his massive body abruptly froze... His appearance in the material universe was obstructed, just as one of the thousands of rotating gears inside a huge and intricate machine was jammed.

For Rovi, a mere second's pause was enough.

A dazzling flash of sword light appeared.

His body swept past Cthulhu's massive form, and the sword in his hand, in the instant they passed each other, was thrown into the mouth of that enormous evil god, the Abyss!

Throw it, and then spread it!

Darkness was swallowed up, and overlapping, shimmering streams of light burst forth from Cthulhu's body, as if his skin were cracking.

Cthulhu was surprised.

Surprised...

"Besides you, there are actually humans who can break through my nightmare... Interesting, interesting!" Cthulhu lost, but he became even more delighted.

"I want this body of yours."

Rovi turned around and looked at the massive, swaying body of Cthulhu behind him.

He did not take the opportunity to kill Cthulhu.

He simply used his sword to pin ' Cthulhu ' to the spot.

Nailed to this Singularity Point...

Its existence fixes the Singularity Point, expands its influence... It exists as this Dark Side of the Universe, becoming the first tinder to ignite the world's vitality.

Cthulhu stopped struggling and felt increasingly pleased as he awoke from his slumber.

As long as it's enjoyable,

That's enough!

"It's a success."

Rovi let out a soft breath, raised his head, and gently extended his hand...

With long, slender arms raised, she gently pushed forward in the air.

With a snap...

A crisp sound echoed.

Rovi smiled and said, "As expected of Last of Humanity ruler... as expected of the last savior."

The clouds over R'lyeh were churning, and the storm and storm were still raging.

"Senior...?"

"Looks like it worked!"

Amidst Mash's surprised exclamation and Martha's upturned lips, Ritsuka Fujimaru opened her eyes.

"Ah... of course, I am... the Last Chaldeas!?"

With her red hair flowing, the girl's voice was clear and resonant.

She looked at her palm. "As expected of you, Mr. Rovi... or rather, First of Humanity savior!"