Before the Holy Coffin defensive line of the Russian Federation, the war raged on amid the howling hurricane.
The slaughter between the Present Realm and Hell had not paused for even a moment. Instead, as the Great Arcanum gradually collapsed, it only grew more savage. The fortress had been dyed crimson, and countless corpses of hordes and knights had piled into mountains.
Amid the sea of blood and mountains of corpses, the black-clad archbishop silently moved among the dead, closing every pair of eyes that remained unwilling even in death.
Far away, more shadows and legions emerged from Hell's domain.
"Even the Solar Calendar Stone's firepower isn't enough?"
As the roar in the wind sounded once more, the Holy Temple Knight looked up in shock, disregarding the blinding radiance stabbing into his eyes.
"It is not that the Solar Calendar Stone lacks power. Tlaltecuhtli simply cannot sustain the First Sun's power for long."
The archbishop answered calmly.
A weapon of war like the Solar Calendar Stone had never been an authority that could operate continuously just by burning through a single World Giant.
Every activation consumed tens of thousands of souls, and every second it continued was an immense test of the Source Matter supply.
Now that contact with the Present Realm had been severed and there was no longer such abundant supply from the subsidiary Hells, Tlaltecuhtli had chosen to fill that gap with himself, rather than let those who came after him take his place.
But if one World Giant was not enough to contend against Gaia, could the power gained through sacrifice truly be enough to destroy it?
Tlaltecuhtli had likely understood the outcome bought by his sacrifice from the very beginning.
But as an elder, could he really stand by while the younger generation replaced him