Don't Get Near Loki, or You'll Become Unlucky

"Let the demon cup overflow; herein, bestow your blessing. O Black God, grant the end of gods—Dzusqara!"

Amid the Persian army, Rin's solemn divine words echoed out. The sound of air tearing apart followed as a red-black Aether Light Flow, guided by the dark sword's forward-pointing edge, slashed downward at the fire-wreathed demon god.

This was a Divine Construct that bestowed black death upon all things. It had once slain gods, repelled angels, killed giants, and fiercely battled countless Phantasmal Species that threatened humanity's survival. The blood poured over it and the souls severed by its edge had formed a powerful curse against certain forms of life.

A vague, dangerous tremor surged into Samael's heart, making his brow sting faintly and filling his chest with unbearable irritation.

Anti-Divinity!

You're courting death!

The veins on Samael's forehead throbbed. Red-black flaming patterns crawled from his chest up his neck and across one side of his face, making him look savage and sinister. Within his Cross Star Pupils, blazing flames seemed to burn.

"The Twilight Hour has arrived. Sound the Song of Despair; burn here, perish here—Branch of Ruin!"

The ancient serpent let out a savage roar, madly pouring Aether into the Flame Demon Sword in his hand. Half the sky was dyed an eerie bloody red, and Samael, standing beneath that blaze, looked like a giant raising a torch to burn the world.

Then, as Samael leaned forward, Laevatein erupted with an incomparably powerful dark-red pillar of light that crushed ahead with overwhelming force. The two sword lights collided in midair in an instant.

At the point of impact, space visibly twisted and collapsed.

As the Aether Tide surged, fierce wind pressure sliced outward in both directions, pulverizing stones and earth along its path and tearing open the curtain of sand.

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