No One Could Escape

"Holy Lance, unanchor."

It was calm, almost a whisper—more like a murmur.

In the sky behind Superman, the golden-haired Black King slowly descended from the heavens. Black-and-white steps continually extended beneath her feet as she walked down them toward the human world.

She extended her right hand forward. In the next instant, golden radiance pierced down from the sky and through the sea.

The Atlantic Ocean and the sky above it began to churn together.

The Holy Lance that pierced heaven and earth—Rhongomyniad—began to appear.

In that instant, Solomon coughed up blood with a muffled groan. Saint George Domain, the complete large-scale ritual he had spent multiple mission periods setting up across all of New York, shattered in an instant.

The holy power within the energy wings behind him began to collapse. The balance between light and darkness was broken, and the cycle of holiness and demonic power began to fail.

Yet he only held his head high, utterly unable to move.

Within those Jewel Mystic Eyes, which possessed Future Sight of the highest order, the arrivals of two Black Kings were reflected.

His pupils trembled incessantly, and his cerebral cortex throbbed from being distorted by excessive mana and the power of visualization.

There had been no second Black King in the future he had previously observed!

Superman's arrival alone should have been enough to dominate everything here. No matter how strong Mercenary Tao was, once Superman had become a Black King, a Kryptonian innately blessed by the World Will, he should have been overwhelmingly stronger than him.

Why had a second Black King appeared as well?!

Rhongomyniad was, in essence, an undead being from a certain timeline. Bedivere had failed to return the sacred sword, and Artoria had not died at the moment she was meant to. In the