Hyperion's Descent! Kiana Charges Forth with Light, Clashing Head-on with the Flame Herrscher

"The Hyperion!"

On the Light Screen, a line of golden text appeared.

Faced with dire straits, humanity's last hope, its indomitable will, will transform into a sharp blade, piercing through the eternal night.

On the deck of the warship, a white figure stood against the wind.

She held two guns, her long white hair flying in the scorching air, and an inextinguishable flame burning in her blue eyes.

That's Kiana Kaslana.

She looked down at the raging fire lord, at the desperate faces on their faces, and took a deep breath.

"In the name of Kaslana..."

Her voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, resonated clearly throughout the entire battlefield.

"I will end this disaster here!"

Before she finished speaking, she leaped into the air, transforming into a white shooting star as she resolutely charged towards the massive, fiery pseudo- Herrscher.

On the throne in Siberia, Sirin's smile deepened.

"Oh? A brave moth."

"Come on, let me see how long your wings can withstand my flames."

She snapped her fingers lightly.

Within the sea of fire, the flames, resembling the power of Herrscher, suddenly surged!

The Light Screen shifted, and the previously heartwarming scene abruptly ended.

Instead, what emerged was an apocalyptic scene so terrifying that Mingdu would be suffocated.

The scene unfolds, revealing four figures dividing heaven and earth.

A figure stood in the eye of the hurricane, drawing in global cyclones and swallowing countless coastal cities with Tsunami hundreds of meters high. That was the Wind Law User.

Another figure stood atop the lava, the earth's crust groaning in agony under her will, and the volcanic chain erupted at an unprecedented frequency, thick smoke obscuring the sky. It was the Flame Law User.

A third figure hovered in the center of the thunderclouds, her Scepter formed from billions of volts of lightning. The global power grid collapsed instantly, extinguishing the lights of modern civilization. That was the Lightning Law User.

The last one was the most bizarre. She walked across the earth, and wherever she went, life withered, all things decayed, and an invisible plague and the power of death spread. That was the Death Law User.

"What... what is this?!" Xue Ye stood up in shock, his face ashen.

He had never seen such a horrific sight. This was no longer a war, but a one-sided massacre, the world itself wailing in agony!

"Four... all four possess some of the Authority that Sirin displayed before!" Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, his voice filled with unprecedented solemnity.

"Wind, fire, thunder... and that life-stripping power! She can actually split her power into four independent entities?!"

Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Eye reflected the tragic scenes of countless lives lost in the disaster around the world, and a chill from the depths of his soul made him tremble all over.

"No, it's not just splitting." Gu Yuena's silver eyes were fixed on the screen as she spoke, word by word, "This is 'creation.' She used Honkai Energy to create four 'pseudo- Herrscher Herrscher out of thin air!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Create!

Or they created four god-level combatants!

What immense power this is, and what terrifying methods it employs!

Chang Gongwei, Lei Xiang, A'Dai, and the other God King of the Divine Realm all wore extremely serious expressions at this moment.

"Each pseudo- Herrscher, while not as powerful as a true Herrscher, is still at least as destructive as First-level Deities in our world at full power," Rong Nianbing said in a deep voice. "Four of them combined, wreaking havoc in different parts of the world simultaneously... this is tantamount to world destruction!"

In the image, the banner of Schicksal rises amidst calamity.

Countless Valkyrie Corps, piloting fighter jets and mechs, rushed towards the four god-like figures like moths to a flame.

"Schicksal ...they've come out in full force!" Duke Dai Hao clenched his fist.

On the screen, a pure white figure shone brightly.

Cecilia Schariac.

Holding the Black Abyss White Flower, her holy light bathed the earth as she engaged in a fierce battle against the corrupting power of death. Each attack purified vast swathes of the Death Domain, restoring life to the withered land.

"Such strong Life Force! Her Martial Soul... no, that weapon, can actually resist the Laws death!" Niu Tian and Tai Tan were dumbfounded.

On another battlefield, a crimson figure moved with incredible speed.

Fu Hua.

With her Inch-Strike Heaven-Opening technique, she shattered the core of a hurricane powerful enough to destroy an entire city. Facing the Flame Law User's raging Lie Yan, she fearlessly wielded the Taixuan Sword God, her sword energy crisscrossing and even cleaving the flames in two!

"So strong! This woman named Fu Hua, her combat skills have reached the pinnacle!" Tang San's eyes blazed with intense fighting spirit.

He asked himself if he could match the opponent's skill, but the opponent's seemingly endless and experienced combat experience made him feel powerless.

The battle was incredibly fierce.

Schicksal paid a heavy price.

Countless Valkyrie have sacrificed themselves in battle, but their will has never wavered.

Finally, with the combined efforts of Cecilia, Fu Hua, and the S-rank Valkyrie of Schicksal, the four pseudo- Herrscher were defeated one by one.

As the last pseudo- Herrscher vanished into thin air, everyone in the Douluo Continent theater audience subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"We won... we finally won." Bei Bei wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"The price was too high." He Caitou looked at the damaged warships and the sacrificed Valkyrie on the screen, his heart heavy.

However, the scene did not linger on the moment of victory celebration.

The scene shifts to a quiet medical room.

Otto Apocalypse, the Archbishop of Schicksal, was smiling as he looked at Fu Hua, who lay on her sickbed, looking slightly exhausted after her battle.

"Thank you for your hard work, Fu Hua." Otto's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"It's my duty." Fu Hua's voice remained as calm as ever.

A strange feeling arose in the hearts of everyone in the Douluo Continent.

Having just experienced such a devastating global war, the bishop's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, only a calm that suggested he had everything under control.

"But that's not enough," Otto said slowly.

"What?" Tang Wulin frowned.

"The pseudo- Herrscher is ultimately just a fragment of Sirin's power. If she isn't completely eradicated, such a disaster could repeat itself at any time." Otto's eyes deepened. "I need... a complete Sirin."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the intelligent people present, such as Tang San, Huo Yuhao, Ning Rongrong, and others, felt a sudden jolt in their hearts!

The complete Sirin?

What does he want to do?

Could it be that the campaign against the pseudo- Herrscher was part of his plan? Was the goal to weaken Sirin, and then... capture her?

"Your Excellency means..." Fu Hua seemed to have realized something as well.

"That's right."