In an instant, the eyes atop the tentacles spun wildly in terror amid the bone-chilling aura rushing toward them, faintly revealing traces of fear.
"You dare covet my territory? With what? You're nothing more than an empty shell summoned by a false tome. You're not qualified!"
Samael snorted coldly, curling his fingers as he grasped at the empty air before his chest.
"Sing. Praise. Chant.
Ancient mysteries, be extinguished.
Let that sweet delusion return to nothingness.
—Holy Lance, unmoor!"
Amid the solemn chant, countless surging streams of starlight gathered between his fingers, forming a lance-wheel that pierced through heaven and earth.
"—Rhongomyniad!"
Samael leaned back, drawing his retracted arm into an exaggerated arc. Then, with a sudden roar, he invoked the true name of the weapon that upheld the World Wall and its balance, thrusting it forward fiercely.
In an instant, the dazzling spearhead unleashed a terrifying Aether Storm. A golden torrent of magical energy compressed to the extreme poured forth mightily, spiraling through the mass of twisted shadow.
Bang bang bang bang!
At once, the bloated and grotesque body of the Starry Sky Demon God rising from the Abyssal Layers began to split apart inch by inch beneath the ultimate brilliance, while the entire cavern collapsed uncontrollably.
Though the flying chunks of flesh had not completely lost their vitality, before they could reunite, they were swallowed whole by the massive spatial rifts torn open by the lance-wheel.
The mangled monster attached to it also howled as it was drawn in by the spatial cracks, falling toward the pitch-black Abyssal Layers.
Only then did Joan of Arc manage to see the creature's full appearance.
It was a monster with a vaguely humanoid outline, but its head resembled an octopus, covered in countless tentacles. Its body was like scaled gelatin, with