Twelve celestial-scale beams of destruction, each capable of vaporizing the mass of the Moon, descended from the heavens like the ultimate judgment of a god.
Faced with an attack that defied all reason, Kenneth, transformed into a hundred-meter Giant of Light, did not retreat. Instead, he spread his arms and frantically absorbed the energy of the land.
The dual authorities of earth and sea were driven to their limits. The entire Lostbelt's True Ether surged into his massive red-and-silver body like a boiling river and sea.
What was more, a vast star chart faintly emerged above the dome of Olympus, which had originally been shrouded in thunderclouds.
Mana was no longer flowing in chaotic, violent currents. Instead, it followed the paths of those ancient stars, weaving a magical network that enveloped heaven and earth.
"This is... celestial magecraft?!"
Hundreds of kilometers away, Kirschtaria Wodime, sitting amid the ruins, suddenly widened his eyes.
As a disciple of the Department of Astromancy's Lord, he understood the mysteries of celestial magecraft better than anyone.
What the other side was displaying was undoubtedly the very magecraft foundation he took the greatest pride in!
But if that were all, it would have been one thing...
Wodime stared fixedly at the Giant of Light in the sky. He could clearly sense that within Kenneth's vast and intricate magical formation lurked an unknown law that belonged neither to this Age of Gods nor even to this planet.
Without giving anyone time to think, Kenneth, having completed his maximum charge, crossed his arms before his chest.
"Boom—!!"
A photon stream of extreme brilliance erupted forth, colliding head-on with Kronos's twelve world-destroying bolts of lightning.
Two colossal forces capable of resetting the planet's surface collided violently tens of thousands of meters in the air.
There was no deafening explosion,