The remnants of the two moons are scattered across tens of thousands of kilometers of space, with large and small rock fragments floating, colliding, and breaking apart in a weightless state.
The six people each stepped on different pieces of debris.
The probing is over.
The very act of shattering both moons in a single blow was like a silent declaration.
From this moment on, no one can keep anything anymore.
Metatron landed on a fragment approximately 200 meters in diameter.
Her four wings slowly folded behind her.
Then, she summoned the complete jade throne.
Golden light surged from the fragments beneath her feet, rising, condensing, and taking shape.
A colossal throne, composed of pure holy light, appeared behind her.
Metatron turned around and sat down.
The awkwardness I felt when I possessed Jeanne d'Arc of Arc had completely disappeared.
Although the power was fully projected, Jeanne d'Arc's body was like a water pipe with too small a diameter; no matter how high the water pressure, the amount of water that could flow out was always limited.
The efficiency of power output is outrageously low.
But things are different now.
The throne was her own possession. It was a symbol of her authority as the one who served the throne.
Having ascended the throne, Metatron was no longer bound by any vessel.
At the other end of the debris belt.
Heracles stood on a huge piece of lunar debris, looking up at the changes taking place in the distance.
The archangel sat on the throne.
His fighting instincts, honed from countless life-or-death battles and accumulated during his mortal days, were telling him something.
The opponent has become stronger.
An olive wood stick is held in my hand.
Heracles assessed the current situation.
In the previous exchange, he and Metatron fought to a draw in close combat.
His physical strength was superior, and the impact of each swing forced his opponent to retreat.
However, Metatron's Holy Light Blade is extremely fast and has a very strong cutting force, which can make up for the difference in strength in close combat.
But now the other party has taken the throne.
This means she will change her tactics.
Close combat is not her optimal solution.
She will become a cannon emplacement.
Therefore, I shouldn't continue using sticks.
The olive wood stick in his hand vanished in an instant.
Instead, two new weapons were introduced.
A bow.
A golden longbow, radiating the brilliance of the sun god.
The bow is long and elegant, and the curve of the bow arm is so perfect that it seems to have been calculated by a mathematical formula.
The bowstring was woven from pure gold wire, and it hummed in the air.
Apollo's bow.
The sun god once bestowed this bow upon him.
Then came the arrows.
Golden arrows. The arrowheads are incredibly sharp, and the shafts are engraved with sun patterns.
Each arrow contains Divinity radiance.
Apollo's golden arrows.
at the same time.
A belt appeared around Heracles's waist.
That was the War God's Belt bestowed by Ares of war, upon Hippolyta, the queen of the Amazons.
Heracles obtained the belt from Hippolyta during the Ninth Labor.
The wearer's combat abilities will be blessed by the God of War.
Strength, speed, skill, and combat instincts have all been greatly enhanced.
The power of the belt began to flow into his body.
Heracles raised Apollo's divine bow.
The golden bowstring was drawn taut.
Nine golden arrows were simultaneously nocked onto the bowstring.
This is Heracles' most proficient skill.
The Nine-Headed Serpent Hydra has nine heads.
In the second labor, Heracles faced this monster with limitless regenerative abilities alone, shooting through all nine of its heads simultaneously with an arrow.
Nine Lives.
Nine Lives.
However, this name is no longer sufficient.
Each of the nine golden arrows contains the sun's power from the divine bow, and with the added protection of the War God's Belt, the power of each arrow surpasses the level of a normal Noble Phantasm.
Nine arrows were fired simultaneously.
Shooting a Hundred Gods.
The moment the bowstring was released, eighty-one golden rays shot out simultaneously from Heracles's position.
Nearly a hundred golden meteors streaked across the sky above the debris field.
Each ray of light trailed a long golden tail, the tail a mixture of the sun's fire and the crimson divine power of the God of War.
Rock fragments in the debris field were instantly vaporized as the golden meteor passed by.
The light from all the arrows converged into a massive, fan-shaped golden curtain of arrows, sweeping towards Metatron.
The power of this strike was enough to displace a celestial body.
If all eighty-one arrows hit the same target, that target, even if it were a planet, would be shattered into pieces.
This is the full power of Heracles.
To summon Heracles in a state close to this in reality, at least three Grand Spirit Origin are required as a base to meet the minimum requirements.
But in dreams, he doesn't need any restrictions.
There's no need to worry about mana supply. There's no need to worry about the limits of your Spirit Origin. There's no need to worry about damaging the surrounding environment.
It can unleash its full power without reservation.
This was the freest battle of Heracles' life.
Metatron sat on his jade throne, watching the hundred golden meteors fly toward him.
A hint of seriousness appeared in her eyes.
That was a real, potentially deadly threat.
Nearly a hundred arrows, imbued with the power of the sun god and the blessing of the war god, each possess the ability to pierce through deities.
If she were to take the hit head-on, even she would suffer serious injury.
Therefore, we cannot use ordinary methods to deal with it.
Metatron sat on the jade throne, his hands resting on the armrests.
She closed her eyes.
Then open your eyes.
The power of the God of the Bible.
Power borrowed from that indescribable, supreme being that transcends all concepts.
Begin pouring in.
Her body began to change.
Four wings became eight wings. Eight wings became sixteen wings. Sixteen wings became thirty-six wings.
The final version was set at seventy-two wings.
Seventy-two wings unfolded fully behind her, forming a huge, circular halo of pure white and gold.
Eyes began to appear on the surface of her body.
Not real eyes.
It is a collection of light. It is a shimmering, golden, and ubiquitous point of light.
Three hundred and sixty-five thousand shining eyes.
It was everywhere—on her wings, her body, her arms, and her face.
Each eye is gazing in a different direction. Each eye is simultaneously seeing the entire universe.
Omniscient.
A halo of ten graces descended upon her.
One million three hundred and sixty-five thousand words of blessing emerged from the void, spiraling upwards around her body; each word was a blessing.
Forty-nine gems appeared around her, each radiating a different color of light, arranged in a complex geometric pattern.
at last.
A Kether appeared on her head.
It was the most magnificent, solemn, and noble Kether that humankind could imagine.
The crown is made of pure holy light, and a large gemstone radiating the light of creation is set at the top.
Metatron.
Those who attend the Jade Throne are the divine scribes.
At this moment, it transformed into "the noblest angel imaginable by humankind".
Her lips parted slightly.
The True Name Release of the Noble Phantasm is liberated.
"Those under their jurisdiction are omniscient and omnipotent—"
All seventy-two wings converged forward simultaneously.
Three hundred and sixty-five thousand golden eyes focused simultaneously in the same direction.
All 1,365,000 words of blessing converged on one point.
Then.
Light.
A beam of light erupted from that point.
It is the light that illuminated the chaos at the beginning of creation.
It is the light that separates light from darkness.
It is the light that appeared after God said, "Let there be light."
A massive, wide-range holy light barrage.
A golden-white beam of light, exceeding three thousand meters in diameter, shot out from directly in front of Metatron, hurtling head-on towards the direction of nearly a hundred golden meteors.
The two attacks collided at the center of the debris field.
The golden curtain of arrows collided with the golden-white beam of light.
At the moment of impact, all the remaining rock fragments in the debris field were vaporized.
The space within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers was cleared.
Light and light strangle each other in the void.
Golden arrows of the sun attempted to pierce the torrent of holy light, while golden-white light of creation tried to engulf the sun's flames.
The energy fluctuations generated by the collision of two forces in the universe are visible to the naked eye in the night sky of Dream Earth.
On Earth, far away.
People who were asleep in their dreams looked up and saw a strange phenomenon in the sky.
A huge firework, a tapestry of gold and white, burst open where the moon had originally been.
That firework was larger than the moon itself.
The light lasted for a full five seconds.
Five seconds later, the light began to shift.
The golden curtain of arrows began to retreat under the suppression of the torrent of holy light.
One. Two. Five. Ten.
One golden arrow after another was swallowed, melted, and disintegrated by the holy light.