"Has it begun?"
"It has."
When two colossal beings—two monsters visible even from satellites—collided, countless powerhouses and decision-makers across every corner of the planet turned their eyes toward this death match.
They waited, waiting to see whether an ancient legend would become a near-god, or a young hero would raise the head of an old god high.
"Boom!"
Yet when the battle truly erupted, when even the shockwaves from their clash tore apart the earth and the clouds in the sky, its course exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Death."
The Golden Knight swung the golden crystal greatblade in her hand, tearing through the endlessly regenerating flesh of the old god.
The spreading corrosive power carved erosive wounds into the gigantic monster's body, and vast patches of Yellow Crystal appeared across its injuries.
This was Eve's "rule"—the "Golden Country" that turned all life into part of its own kin. Even the current "Barton" could not ignore it.
But in the next instant, countless heads emerged around the wound—beasts and humans alike. They used hands, mouths, and claws to tear apart and devour their own injuries, then transformed them once more into reserves of life with "Mother Goddess Power."
"Kerdales!" The chaotic main head still called out for the radiance in its memories, yet the target of its cries—and even its faith—merely cast a disdainful glance at it.
"Stupid."
The gold turned to powder and was inhaled back into the knight's body, making the golden knight shine even more brilliantly.
Unlike ordinary combatants, Kerdales, who wielded weapons, actually became weaker in terms of killing efficiency and upper limits!
"Inefficient."
Facing the dragon heads and tentacles winding toward her, the knight's palms gleamed with metallic radiance.
Palm waves and blade light descended. What scattered was nothing but masses of tentacles and mangled flesh. With only