Immortality? I have no idea what you're talking about-take it up with my layered Storm

At that moment, as Cosmos watched Crimson Moon finish repairing herself yet again, he was starting to feel irritated.

He had lost count of how many times he had smashed Crimson Moon's body to pieces, yet she always recovered completely in an instant. The revulsion of facing something like an unkillable cockroach only grew stronger.

He did want to simply blast her to death with Corona's high output, but against a conceptual "immortality" on this level, sheer destructive force seemed utterly meaningless.

And in Cosmos form, he could not use the power of "Nihility" to devour her.

Just as he was rapidly thinking through a countermeasure, Crimson Moon's cold voice pierced through the aftermath of the surging energy.

"You still don't plan to give up? You clearly know it. You can't kill me at all."

Cosmos steadied himself, the energy core in his chest still flickering with blue light.

He replied calmly, even with a trace of mockery in his tone. "Is that so? Funny. From start to finish, it feels to me like you're the one who's been getting beaten down." He flexed his wrist and looked at her with glowing eyes. "So what if I can't kill you? When the time comes, I'll just seal you away."

"Seal me?" Crimson Moon's expression darkened further, but she still looked at him and said, "With your power, you have already far surpassed the race known as 'humanity.' You could even be said to have transcended the gods. Why would someone like you lower yourself to protect humans? Do you really... 'like' humans that much?"

Faced with that sharp question, inside Cosmos, countless figures flashed through Mo Wang's mind: his colleagues in Chaldea, fighting day and night to restore Human Order; Roman and Olga Marie, who had stayed up so late