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" Destruction " Nanook detected - High-energy anomaly -
" Eternity " - Yite - High-energy anomaly detected -
In Phainon's eyes, the scarlet system warning pop-up exploded into a sky full of garbled characters, Lygus and the flowing river of light at the Vortex of Genesis...
Everything that was once considered real was distorted, melted, and shattered into dust like glass being scorched by high temperatures under the fury unleashed by Phainon's sword, a fury that had burned for thirty million epochs.
A huge hole was burned through the barrier of space and time, and the violent gravity tore at his clothes, but he did not resist at all, letting the tearing sensation drag him into the world behind the hole.
That was the outermost firewall of the Amphoreus world, the last barrier erected by Lycurgus to separate the experimental field from the real universe.
There was no solid ground beneath Phainon's feet; half of it flowed with golden Creation runes, and the other half surged with dark purple antimatter Black Tide.
The data stream darted across the boundary membrane like a living thing, emitting faint electrical hum.
Looking up, there was no dome, no clouds, only a deathly silence that sent shivers down one's spine.
At the far end of the void, all the light, all the remnants of stars, and all the drifting cosmic dust are slowly collapsing in the same direction.
Just a glance from an infinite distance sent a pricking pain through Phainon's skin; it was the will of the " Destruction " Aeon Nanook, weighing heavily on his shoulders like the weight of the entire universe.
At the end of thirty million reincarnations, he finally saw the deity who should have been unattainable.
Phainon, leaning on " Dawn's Advance," knelt on the ground, panting heavily. Golden blood dripped from the gaps in his shattered armor onto the boundary membrane, creating small golden pits.
His white hair was charred and messy from the fire, his face was covered in soot and bloodstains, and the corners of his eyes were red with extreme anger.
But when he raised his head and looked at that tall figure, there was no fear in those golden eyes, only a burning rage that seemed to consume even his bones and blood.
He gripped the sword hilt tightly, using it for support to slowly straighten up. His heart-wrenching roar, like thunder, echoed across the empty border of the firewall.
"Are you ready, Nanook!"
I have brought you Destruction!!!
Before the roar had even faded, the Black Tide surging at the edge of the boundary membrane suddenly exploded!
Like a floodgate being opened, endless projections of the Antimatter Legion roared out from the Black Tide.
The massive Voidranger: Trampler, wielding a giant axe, led the way, its heavy footsteps trembling the entire space beneath the boundary membrane.
The minions, their bodies Voidranger: Reaver in blazing white antimatter flames, followed closely behind, along with countless other distorted Voidranger mingling in the waves, brandishing rusty weapons, as they charged toward Phainon, who stood alone in the center of the boundary membrane.
The Black Tide, antimatter, and the will of " Destruction " converged into a wall of waves over a thousand meters high, intending to crush the Phainon that had dared to approach God into dust.
Immediately afterwards, Phainon laughed.
It was a maniacal laugh laced with blood and foam.
He didn't retreat, nor did he even raise his sword to parry. He charged headlong into that black wall of waves!
" Dawn's Advance " swept out with the force to split mountains and cleave peaks, a white arc of fire several kilometers long slashing fiercely down against the wave.
The dozen or so Voidranger: Trampler at the forefront were instantly cleaved in two by the arc of fire. Their bodies, made of antimatter, emitted a mournful shriek as they were scorched by the divine fire, turning into ashes.
A massive antimatter axe slashed down at his shoulder, instantly shattering his thick shoulder armor. The axe blade cut a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder, splattering golden blood.
Phainon didn't even flinch. With a backhand thrust, he pierced the core of the Voidranger: Trampler, letting the gushing antimatter splash onto his body, burning out countless holes.
He charged into the swarm of Voidranger, his sword swirling around him like a dense, impenetrable wheel of fire.
The attacks from the Voidranger struck his back, burning black holes in them. Phainon seemed oblivious to the pain, leaping into the air and slashing down with his sword, cleaving countless Voidranger into a shower of sparks.
Several Voidranger surrounded them from the side. Phainon, braving the raging flames, rushed forward and punched the foremost Voidranger in the face, his sword piercing its core in the process.
The exploding divine fire surged back along the veins of antimatter, blasting the surrounding swarm of Voidranger into fragments.
Phainon stomped his foot hard, creating spiderweb-like cracks in the ground, and his entire body crashed into the deepest part of the Black Tide like a burning meteorite.
Wherever his sword passed, the Black Tide evaporated and the Voidranger were annihilated. With each swing of his sword, dozens of the Antimatter Legion projections turned to ashes.
With each step forward, another layer of charred wreckage lay beneath their feet.
The corrosion of antimatter, the slashing of weapons, and the scorching of flames left wound after wound on his body. His golden blood almost dyed his entire body gold, but he fought faster and faster.
What are those searing pains in the marrow compared to the agony of watching companions fall before one's eyes in thirty million reincarnations?
The flames of " Dawn's Advance " burned ever brighter, and within them were no longer only the cold obsession with World-Saving, but also the strength of their companions.
These feelings of 'humanity,' which Phainon thought had long been worn down by reincarnation, now became fuel in the fire, making this raging fire, which had burned for thirty million epochs, burn more fiercely than ever before.
He didn't know how long he had been hacking away, or how many Voidranger he had shattered. When he was covered in blood and fire, he pinned the last Voidranger that had pounced on him to the boundary membrane with a single sword strike. As he watched it turn to ashes on the sword, the surrounding Black Tide finally quieted down.
The mountains and fields were covered with the ashes left behind after the Antimatter Legion's projection dissipated, and he had forcefully cut a wide gap in the Black Tide Wall.
At the end of the gap, there stood Nanook.
Phainon, leaning on his " Dawn's Advance " longsword, stood atop a small hill of ashes, his chest heaving violently. Golden blood dripped down the Clockie, landing on the charred ash with a soft sizzling sound.
Just as he was about to take another step forward—
The temperature rose without warning.
It's not the explosive heat of an antimatter flame, but an absolute high temperature that is all-encompassing, all-pervasive, and capable of melting everything in the world into glass.
The ashes at his feet instantly vaporized under the intense heat, the golden runes flowing on the membrane twisted and melted, and even the incandescent flames burning on his sword swayed slightly under this intense heat.
Those remaining soldiers who hadn't even had time to completely retreat didn't even have time to scream before they turned into wisps of smoke in the intense heat and vanished without a trace.
Phainon's pupils suddenly contracted.
Although this pressure was terrifying, it was far from the all-consuming Nihility of the Aeon. However, its Destruction will to burn everything was a million times stronger than those Antimatter Legion projections.
A figure slowly emerged from the end of the passage.
The Lord Ravager – Zephyro.