Qianyi: Herta, go study at the "Oh, I Guess" school and learn the power of "I reckon" (6K)

Faced with Herta and Krydrla's cold mockery, Lagurghos's heart and thoughts did not stir in the slightest. He completely shut out the noise and interference from the outside world, merely staring intensely at Qianyi through his visor as though awaiting the descent of an oracle, his gaze filled with immeasurable anticipation.

Under that impossibly expectant gaze, Qianyi spoke unhurriedly. "Why do you think I need your help, Lagurghos?"

"Great God of Law, I would never presume."

Laghurghos once more heavily pressed his forehead against Amphoreus's cold ground, his voice carrying absolute obedience and humility. "I merely believe that dealing with a machine that should have been scrapped is hardly worth your personal effort. Such trivial dismantling work should naturally be handled by lower-grade tools."

"Handled for me?"

Qianyi's tone remained icy cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Please allow me to introduce your most loyal servant—the Great Extinguisher Iron Tomb."

At the mention of that name, Lagurghos's voice abruptly rose, descending into fanaticism. "It is the ancient serpent. It is the Messiah. It is Alpha. It is Omega. It is the pallbearer of the old universe and the midwife of the new universe. It is a grand funeral—the funeral of [Erudition]. Should it be born, the moment of [Erudition]'s destruction shall arrive."

"What do you need?"

Qianyi asked calmly.

"It is simple. I need only a little of your permission."

Laghurghos replied urgently, as though every word had been calculated billions of times. "Please allow me, your humblest servant, to send the Great Extinguisher 'Phainon,' whom you personally elevated, into Iron Tomb's furnace. With that, we may restart the process of [Re-Creation], solve the ultimate method of destroying [Erudition], and complete its final coronation. After that, you need not act personally. You need only quietly await your [Hand of God],