The greyish-white lunar soil stretched to the horizon beneath the six people's feet.
The Earth hangs on the horizon in the distance, its blue arc of light quietly illuminating this desolate battlefield.
Six people stood at opposite ends of the lunar wasteland.
The distance is approximately ten kilometers.
In human terms, this is a very long distance, but for the six beings standing on this wasteland, ten kilometers and ten steps are essentially the same.
Rokuro Hoshimiya's voice came from the starry sky.
"Just to add some further explanation."
"Teammate damage is disabled in this battle. No matter what attack you launch, it will not harm your own team."
"Furthermore, the dream realm will no longer suppress anyone's power. Everyone can use all their strength at will."
"No restrictions."
"Fight however you want."
The sound disappeared.
Only the breathing of six people remained on the moon.
Then, almost simultaneously, the six people moved.
No one discussed who should hit whom.
But instinct and combat intuition led them to each find their most suitable opponent.
Heracles vanished from the spot.
Ten kilometers can be traversed in a single step.
The olive wood club, carrying the weight of a mountain, came crashing down.
Metatron's Holy Light Blade materialized in an instant, meeting the attack head-on.
boom.
The shockwave spread outward from the point of their intersection, blasting the lunar soil beneath their feet thousands of meters away, and creating a crater with a diameter of over two kilometers beneath their feet.
The two were thrown back simultaneously.
They rushed forward at the same time.
The second strike.
The third strike.
Each collision leaves a new impact crater on the lunar surface.
Heracles ' attack methods were completely different from before.
Heracles ' complete fighting style incorporates all the combat experience from the mortal era.
Each strike with an olive wood stick involves precise angle calculations and force distribution.
He combined the four basic attacks—slashing, sweeping, thrusting, and smashing—into countless variations.
Metatron's expression remained icy.
But there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes.
On the other side.
The confrontation between Karna and Mash was much quieter.
The crimson, gold, and blue flames of the Raiment of the Three Gods burned around Karna, illuminating the lunar surface for hundreds of meters around him.
Mash stood opposite him, her massive cross-shaped shield held horizontally in front of her.
Her expression was tense.
Because she recognized Karna in this state.
India Lostbelt.
Saṃsāra of Genesis and Terminus.
She had seen this form before.
In that Lostbelt nearly destroyed everything, she once fought alongside Karna in this state.
She knew how powerful Karna was in this form.
Karna raised his spear.
O Shemesh, submit to death.
The three divine flames converged at the tip of the spear, and the temperature instantly soared to a terrifying level.
The rocks on the moon began to melt beneath his feet.
Mash a deep breath and raised the shield in front of her.
"Bring it on."
Karna moved.
His speed was several times faster than before.
The power granted by the Raiment of the Three Gods is not only an amplification of attack power, but also elevates mobility to a whole new level.
The spear tip pierced out.
The crimson, gold, and blue flames left a long trail, like a small meteor crashing into Mash's shield.
The sound of metal clashing with fire echoed across the lunar surface.
Mash's feet sank into the lunar soil.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the shield.
The attack, powered by the three gods, carries with it a Divinity suppressive force.
Vishnu's protective radiance attempted to dismantle the shield's defensive concept at the moment of impact, while Shiva's destructive flames scorched the shield's Magic Circuits.
Mash gritted her teeth.
She knew that her true strength was far inferior to that of these enhanced, exceptional beings.
But she had one thing that none of them had.
The will to protect.
The cracks in the shield stopped spreading.
"It can still hold on."
A resolute light flashed in Mash's purple eyes.
Karna nodded slightly.
Then draw the gun and stab again.
The second blow was heavier than the first.
The third strike was faster than the second.
Every strike was testing Mash's limits.
And further away from these two groups of fighters.
Atalanta and Arcueid stood facing each other.
The distance between the two people is about ten kilometers.
Atalanta held the Bow of the Firmament in her hand, the two-colored Machine God patterns on the bow shimmering in the moonlight.
Arcueid's long, golden hair cascaded down to her ankles, the pale pink shimmer at the ends standing out starkly against the greyish-white moon.
Neither of them made a move immediately.
Atalanta is observing.
Her hunter's instincts told her that the blonde woman before her was far more dangerous than any enemy she had ever encountered before.
Arcueid was also observing.
His crimson eyes swept indifferently over Atalanta's entire body, as if he were sizing up an interesting prey.
"Your bow carries the breath of the gods."
Arcueid spoke first.
"The twin goddesses? Artemis and Apollo?"
Atalanta did not answer.
She drew back the bowstring.
An arrow was nocked on the bowstring.
"Fine, don't talk if you don't want to."
Arcueid tilted his head slightly.
"Let's give it a try then."
She raised her right hand.
Palms facing up.
strength.
It is not a weakened, restricted, or suppressed power reduced to less than one-tenth by the dream.
Rather, it is complete, unreserved, planetary-level power.
The full power of Earth UO.
The complete version of Marble Phantasm.
That's not all.
There is another force.
Older, deeper, colder.
From the moon.
From that extinct, supreme being that once ruled the surface of the moon.
King of the Moon, Crimson Moon Brunestud.
The power of the Crimson Moon.
In the real world, that belongs to Arcueid's other personality. It can only be used when switching personalities.
But now.
The Lord of Dreams has lifted all restrictions.
Crimson Moon's power surged into Arcueid's body like a floodgate being opened.
No need to switch personalities.
Arcueid can now wield the dual powers of Earth UO and Moon UO simultaneously.
A slight smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
"Interesting."
"That's really interesting."
The crimson pupils changed.
Arcueid raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.
Then release.
Palms facing up.
The Marble Phantasm has begun.
Atalanta's ears perked up.
The hunter's instincts were screaming.
She looked up.
I saw it.
In the sky.
A huge shadow is obscuring the starlight.
From the void of the dream universe, a sphere is rapidly condensing and taking shape.
A grayish-white surface. Densely packed craters. A desolate plain.
Moon.
The second moon.
The moon, exactly the same size as the one beneath their feet.
It was created out of thin air by Arcueid's Marble Phantasm.
Atalanta's pupils contracted rapidly.
The sphere is falling.
They were being manipulated, hurtling towards the moon beneath their feet at a precise angle and speed.
The moon sets.
The collision of two moons.
The most straightforward and unadorned attack method.
No fancy skills are needed, no complicated Magecraft circles are needed, and no Conceptual Weapon is needed.
It's like throwing a planet at you.
This is planetary-level power.
"You!"
Atalanta's voice was drowned out by the rapidly increasing air pressure.
The gravitational field of the second moon has already begun to affect the battlefield beneath our feet.
The lunar soil is floating upwards.
The pebbles were flying into the sky.
The gravitational field is distorted.
The distance between the two moons is rapidly decreasing.
Thirty seconds.
They'll probably collide in about thirty seconds.
Atalanta had no time to hesitate.
Her body reacted faster than her mind.
The Bow of the Firmament was drawn back with all its might.
The bowstring was stretched to its limit.
The two-tone Machine God patterns on the bow emitted a dazzling light.