There was no explosion.
No dazzling light show.
Yet with the activation of Kenneth's Noble Phantasm—
The colossal mechanical god ahead, larger than a mountain range, suddenly jammed.
Literally jammed.
The golden divine patterns flowing across the machine god's surface began flickering violently like light bulbs that had lost power.
The hundreds-of-meters-thick interstellar armor, deprived of divine protection, began to deform under its own terrifying mass.
Titanium alloy and unknown god-forged metals crushed against each other, producing a teeth-grinding sound of fracture—
What was happening?!
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood with her mouth open, staring at the image on the main screen in shock.
The Greek machine god, which was obviously a high-tech construct, was now beginning to collapse like some shoddy electronic product.
The sight was simply too absurd—
This was no roadside slime that had respawned out of nowhere. This was a genuine god.
Back in the Indian Lostbelt, Arjuna sat upon his lotus throne and could reboot the entire world with a casual wave of his hand.
Back then, they had been chased like sewer rats, scrambling for their lives. Only through countless sacrifices and vanishingly slim luck had they barely survived.
And now, a god had been reduced to this so easily?!
"This is way too ridiculous..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured.
"It didn't break down on its own. The True Ether in this region of space has begun to fade."
Sherlock Holmes spoke as he studied the environmental readings on the screen.
"How is that possible? This is the Atlantic Lostbelt! How can an Age of Gods environment just vanish like that?"
Gordolf Musik hurriedly asked.
The phenomenon was simply too unbelievable—
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the effect of Kenneth's Noble Phantasm."
Sherlock Holmes answered.
"I see. Has the very set of rules been rewritten?!"
Lord