Iron Tomb, Forces Gather

But that fact did not change Lygus in the slightest.

"O savior from Outside the Heavens, Amphoreus was meant to be destroyed thirty million times. Even If the Chrysos Heirs resisted with all their might, they could only meet this outcome."

In a hymn-like tone, he revealed the truth.

"Aglaea was meant to be assassinated by an Ordinary Person, Cerydra was meant to sleep forever amid the sound of waves, Tribios was meant to be shattered completely, and Phainon was meant to kill every one of his companions—thirty million different destructions, nothing more than simulations run again and again with data."

Hearing Lygus describe all the different ways they had died, the female Chrysos Heirs showed no change in expression. They merely launched their attacks with even greater ferocity.

Having already fused with Black Phainon and reclaimed the experience of thirty million battles, Phainon's body briefly stiffened.

Would I kill all my companions?

...That truly would have been a tragic ending.

Thanks to Hua Yi giving the Chrysos Heirs as much room to grow as possible, Phainon was not lost in confusion now, nor did lingering fear disrupt his movements.

He merely erupted with towering fury, his boiling blood setting his chest aflame as he charged Lygus with a reckless, life-or-death fighting style.

"Look, Hua Yi, my executioner—"

Lygus stood where he was, allowing Phainon to close in and slash his shoulder with a single sword. Taking the opportunity, he raised a hand. A pillar of energy shot into the heavens, swallowing Phainon and scattering golden blood across the sky.

"Look at the color of the Chrysos Heirs' blood. The children of mankind bear the blood of destruction, yet it has become a symbol of heroism."

"Heh, trying a different angle of persuasion?"

Hua Yi was not responding to Lygus.