Bringing along her retainer—the Judgment Demon Dragon Benares,
Xilin wielded the Authority of Space and lightly flew before Welt.
Her gaze fixed on the brown-haired young man standing in the shadow of the lunar rocks, the purple-haired Herrscher girl descended gracefully and steadily onto the desolate, barren lunar soil on the far side of the moon.
"Not bad, traitor. I didn't expect you to be able to wield God's power to such an extent."
There was a hint of approval in Xilin's voice, but even more undisguised coldness.
Walking to within arm's reach of Welt, Miss Pufferfish bent down slightly and extended her hand.
"However, it looks like you've already used up all your strength. It's over~"
Xilin could clearly sense that this Divine Apostle who had betrayed God had exhausted all his power.
Otherwise, having only just escaped death with Moros's power, she would not have dared to approach Welt so closely.
"Then, let me collect my spoils."
A sharp gleam flashed in her golden eyes, as though she had already foreseen the moment she plucked the fruits of victory.
However, at that critical moment, something unexpected happened.
"Slap!"
Just as Xilin's gloved hand was about to pierce Welt's chest and dig out his Herrscher Core, the First Herrscher, whose body was already on the verge of collapse, seized her hand with astonishing willpower.
"...Still trying to resist?"
Xilin coldly stared at the battered hand that still stubbornly gripped her wrist, her tone filled with disdain.
Without any intention of answering Xilin, Welt began his final struggle.
As Welt's thoughts turned, mysterious bright-purple patterns began emerging across the surface of his body.
These patterns not only covered his arm, but rapidly spread from the hand gripping Xilin's wrist onto Xilin herself.
"Th-this... what is this?!"
Watching the patterns spread