"It really was... one step away from death!" The Rotting Fiend's surrounding layer of decay grew ever thicker.
The power of imaginary numbers continually seeped in, transforming to form tangible informational defenses.
Divine wars had not previously been fought like this. Under the framework of a divine war, every battle required a great deal of time to gain even the slightest advantage.
Those advantages were then used to keep the snowball rolling.
Before that snowball reached a certain size, battles between gods would fall into an exceedingly "dull" state.
Even if, beneath those calm waters, undercurrents had long since surged violently.
However, fighting Naimus was different. Naimus's keen perception of battle had been pushed to its extreme by the rules of change and the mythological worldview.
Under such circumstances, Naimus could instantly seize fatal information that previously would have required hundreds or thousands of probes to detect even a trace of, then rely on his terrifying research ability to devise targeted moves in the blink of an eye.
The Elder God path's advancement of change allowed Naimus, even outside the world possibility that was his home ground, to wield massive numerical output at regular intervals.
"But you won't have an easy time either!" The Rotting Fiend found this battle exceptionally perilous, but that did not mean he intended to back down.
Because his attacks were infused with the power of imaginary numbers, they were lethal under that power.
Anything struck by them would have its numerical values rendered meaningless. That meant any defense was, in truth, of little use before him.
At the same time, any individual struck by his attacks would instantly be swept into the most indescribable predicament.
Combined with the ability he had developed, Negation of Established Facts, if his opponent had not been a top-tier powerhouse