Interested in Being Kyubey's Colleague?
The girl's voice echoed in the thin atmosphere of the moon. Twilight- colored flames gathered and concentrated. Countless complex runes flickered in the depths of her eyes.
"Please take a look. One of the Three Phases..."
"——Shen Godfall."
Its form vanishes. Then it reappears on the far side of the moon.
The moon's rotation paused slightly. Then, in the next moment, a narrow rift valley, centered on Storm Ocean Procellarum, the largest of the Lunar Sea, stretched out towards the north and south poles.
From top to bottom, from north to south.
The moon, due to the inertia of its revolution, has split open to both sides, resembling an apple that has been sliced vertically.
At the core of the apple, flames flickered.
The tip of the girl's sword was adorned with a wisp of starlight that had been extracted and bound together, and this starlight gradually evaporated and disappeared in the Twilight- like flames.
—Indeed, the relationship between you and me is not one of balance, but rather one of mutual restraint.
She nodded slightly and took a step back. This step caused the spatial structure around her to reorganize, allowing her to reappear around the remains of the Corrupted Celestial Venerable.
She saw that the Xuanyuan Sword, forged from starlight, had broken, its blade disintegrating and burning away in the Twilight Flame. The starlight's corruption did not recur. The corrupted Celestial Venerable had now become two withered, charred bones, split in two.
Death has embraced it. And this time, it is a permanent death.
A faint, sun-like glow flickered in the skull's eye sockets.
"As expected, you can do it."
"Yes, I can do it." Miss Surtr nodded lightly. "I will not fail, I will win in the end. Because I Am Surtr."
"That's good." The skeleton replied calmly, straining to turn its skull and look at the ground. As the nearly intact Divine Land came into view, its last breath was filled with satisfaction.
"May the country be prosperous and the people at peace," it said.
Then it crumbled and vanished. Not even a wisp of ash remained as it dissipated into the Twilight flames.
Miss Surtr nodded toward the traces of its disappearance.
"As you wish," she replied.
Her gaze swept across the plateau that had been the turning point of the war, and she smiled slightly as she passed over the crowd. She already knew what had just happened there, and she knew what awaited her soon.
But now is not the time to deal with that... at least not now.
The next moment, she transformed into a streak of falling fire. And India, one of the ancient civilizations, appeared at the edge of her vision.
Three hours later, the Rigveda Divine Realm was destroyed. Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu, the three supreme gods, were all slain by her. She then withdrew from that battlefield and headed towards another.
It has not been long since the first corrupted divine realm descended into the mortal world.
Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve... Ah... I'll try my best to keep updating (but there's a high chance I'll skip it).
Happy New Year
Hmm... it seems a bit difficult to update today. Anyway, I'm postponing it. I feel like there are still four or five chapters left of God Slayer... ah, if it were the New Year and no one was visiting or setting off firecrackers, I might have finished writing it by the third day of the New Year. But now... emmmm...
In short, the protagonist will soon return to Terra. Then it'll be time to replenish peaches and oranges. Hopefully... well, people will still be watching then. The stats always look like it's going to flop _(:з"∠)_
Finally, everyone. Happy New Year.
Chapter 135. Interested in being a colleague of Cupid?
Six hours later, in the Zoroastrian Divine Realm —the pinnacle of dualism—Ahura Mazda was slain. The Twilight Flame consumed the fires of pure good, and Angolan Manu, symbolizing pure evil, also died by Laevateinn's sword.
Twelve hours later, the Egyptian Divine Realm — the Solar Boat —was shot down. Ra, the highest of the Nine Gods of Glory, was slain. The overflowing flames permanently altered the nature of the land west of the Nile, throughout the entire Sahara Desert. The desert was killed, transformed into a mirror-like crystalline plain, and Osiris, from the underworld, was forcibly expelled and executed in the very center of this crystalline plain.
Twenty-one hours later, from Europe to Africa, most of the divine realms were engulfed by the Twilight Flame that overflowed the heavens. The last remaining resistance existed in only two places.
The first place is Iceland. The ancient Vikings, the home of the Norse gods.
The second location is Rome. The ruins of the Pantheon, Pan-Hellenic Mythology. A place of worship on Mount Olympus.
The war has reached its final stages.
On the morning of the tenth day after Miss Surtr arrived in this world, her feet touched the land known as Rome—around the ruins of the Pantheon, she discovered the secret passage opened for her by Athena. She then arrived at the realm of the Olympus and ended the battle in a matter of hours.
The battle wasn't particularly difficult; it was essentially just time-consuming repetitive labor. Due to the information gap, these corrupted deities, who knew almost nothing about her, didn't possess combat power superior to the Great Celestial Venerable of Jade. Furthermore, the homogeneity of their starlight corruption exposed the weaknesses of their shared system, so the process of annihilating them was self-evident.
There are not many gods left in this world.
Aside from the Norse pantheon and the realms of Yahweh and the Aztec that occupy North America, very few gods still exist in this world.
They were all dead. Before they could complete their erosion and transformation of the divine realm and successfully manifest themselves, they were all killed and buried forever by Surtr, who wielded Laevateinn.
Using their remains as raw materials, the barrier was built. The Twilight Flame that covered almost the entire sky of the Eurasian-African tripolar plate ensured that remote deities born from the sea could not invade the inland.
Ah...that's right. Some gods have already completed their corruption and successfully broken free from their own divine domains. In old Japan, the two Great Knight heroines of the Sun Palace successfully repelled ancient deities from the Hawaiian Islands and Alaska with the support of the Sun Palace and the Twilight Flame. In Australia, an unnamed God of Desolation turned the entire Oceania into a boiling cauldron. Rock giants resembling the Easter Island Moai rose from the poisonous ocean and were successfully blocked by the Twilight Flame from reaching the island chain formed by the Southeast Asia islands.
Calculating the death toll is already a fool's errand. It's likely no less than a billion— Miss Surtr's choice of Eurasia-Africa, in a sense, also means abandoning Oceania and North and North America. And she's unsure whether, once everything settles, those lands eroded even by starlight in the underworld will still be able to be resurrected from their eternal slumber through magic. If so, all the better. But if not...
"... I won't be bothered by such things. It's not that I killed them, but that they weren't lucky enough to hold out until I arrived and came to their aid."
Miss Surtr strode lightly through the suspended corridors of Asgard. Behind her, the entire Olympus was ablaze with the Twilight Flame. Billions of starlight were forced from their corrosive hosts, flowing into the heavens like rivers. This time, however, a small fraction of them were swallowed up by the deepening Twilight Flame as they evaporated.
Zeus is dead, Cronus is dead, Uranus is dead, Chaos is dead—the ancestral gods and the three generations of God King are all gone.
And when the entire Olympus realm is burned to ashes, Gaia, the oldest, most unassuming, but perhaps most powerful mother goddess in Greco-Roman mythology, will also face permanent annihilation.
With all the gods dead, the last god to be dealt with was that one remaining deity.
At the end of the suspended corridor, before the gates of the only temple in the entire divine realm yet untouched by the Twilight Flame, the fiery-haired sword-wielding girl saw Athena, who had offered her much help.
Athena has regained her full glory, no longer the young girl with cat ears, but a beautiful young woman in a toga robe and a laurel crown. She is barefoot, radiating a divine charm that would instantly captivate both men and women. She holds a scepter in her hand, making her look somewhat like she came from a Saint Seiya film set.
—Is it because you knew you couldn't beat me that you didn't bring warrior's armor, shield, and spear?
Miss Surtr gazed at the Goddess before her. She knew that with just one swing of her sword, she could sever the head of this deity, even in its full glory, which was still incredibly fragile to her.
She knew she could do it, and she knew she wouldn't hesitate.