"Destruction"

"Without the blessing of hatred accumulated through Eternal Recurrence, what extent could the Iron Tomb achieve after connecting with a portion of the Nous's authority?"

I'm quite curious.

Sera floated in the starry sky, with the Herta riding a staff beside her. Cyrene had already traveled to the inner battlefield of Amphoreus through the portal opened by Sera.

"I'm equally curious, how much stronger is the Iron Tomb connected to the Nous compared to the one connected to me?"

The same 'color' flickered in Miss Herta's eyes as in Sera's eyes—the color of curiosity.

"It connects to the Iron Tomb of the Aeon. Although it requires the power of another Aeon to defeat it, it doesn't matter."

A "miracle" can do the same thing.

That is the power of will; in this world, extreme emotions often trigger miracles.

The Propagation Aeon Tayzzyronth was the only remaining beetle in the group, after the last of its companions had passed away, leaving it the sole survivor.

Embracing ultimate solitude, it became Him.

What exactly happened during the Propagation was unknown to Sera as well. After all, he didn't believe that this alone could instantly transform an ordinary insect into a concept.

But extreme emotions are precisely one of the most important reasons why it becomes "Propagation".

"So, are you going to go on the field?"

"If I were to step onto the field, it would only draw the attention of the galaxy to me, not Amphoreus."

Amphoreus needs his own name, not just the name of Seraphis's hometown.

As for this, some people might say something.

Seraphis, why are you just watching?!

Of course he'd be there to control the Iron Tomb and fight the Chrysos Heirs if he wasn't watching.

Why not worry that Herta and his group's actions will steal the spotlight? Please, if he takes action, he'll definitely become the main force. Iron Tomb is nothing compared to the Finalization Sera. Herta and his group are just holding off the attack from the outside to prevent it from affecting the galaxy.

"It hasn't been shown internally yet, I'm going to be Fuli for a bit. Be careful, Herta."

"It's this that we need to be careful of."

Gazing at the Iron Tomb, Miss Herta proudly raised her head, declaring her unwavering victory. Yes, did you hear that— Iron Tomb!

Before the great Ms. Herta, you are the challenger!

In the inner battlefield, the twelve Chrysos Heirs stood side by side, facing the incarnation of the headless giant.

Where did the Twelve Chrysos Heirs come from?

After receiving the information about the 'resurrection' of Cerydra and Hysilens from Sera, Anaxa used the Authority of Reason and alchemy, with the assistance of Castorice and Polyxena, to successfully revive the demigod Zagreus of the earth.

However, it cannot be said that they stood side by side, because our tall Caesar was sitting on a small chair placed on the back of the Zagreus.

What?!

How dare someone slander Caesar!

I hereby order you to divide your forces into five routes to attack the Black Tide.

"This is the main battlefield for the campaign against the Iron Tomb."

Sera stretched out his hand, introducing the creatures of the galaxy.

"The twelve at the very front are the Chrysos Heirs of Amphoreus."

This means they will be facing the main force of the Iron Tomb head-on.

Their strength?

"Won't we see him soon?"

Sera simply smiled.

The twelve Chrysos Heirs Demigods, now blessed by wishes and miracles, and with the twelve Titan Core Flame used by Zandar to simulate their Path.

The Core Flame have all been transformed by the "miracle," turning from the illusory into the real, becoming the "seeds" of various Path. The effect is similar to Sera gave to Cipher from the Xuzhao.

It can be said that most of the Chrysos Heirs possess power close to that of Emanator, but they have not received the blessing of the Aeon.

As for the rest?

Ha~

Your sister Cyrene isn't that weak.

As someone who left his mark on both the "Miracle" and the twelve Core Flame, Brother Lieyang is almost on par with the top-tier Emanator.

Unsurprisingly, Phainon embarked on a path of "The Destruction."

A scorching atmosphere, as if even the stars were burning, emanated from the battlefield behind the Iron Tomb, tearing apart the illusory sky that belonged to data.

In the starry sky, golden blood shimmered from the heavens, melting even the surrounding space. A colossal form came into view.

That was "The Destruction," the supreme deity, and Nanook, the Savior Adlivun was powerless to save.

He raised his hand, and pillars of rock appeared in the void, upon which emerged the figures of one Lord Ravager after another.

He lowered his head, his eyes calm and expressionless, yet filled with pity. He gazed at Phainon as if seeing his former self reflected in him.

The live stream chat had already stopped the moment the sky shattered and the appearance of that god was revealed.

Phainon was not forced to retreat by Nanook's imposing aura. Instead, he raised the blade he had forged for him, the Dawn's Early Light, and aimed it at the god high in the sky.

"I ask you, are you the source of all this tragedy?"

Are you the "The Destruction"?

Nanook...

Oh!

You self-degrading fool!

Just watch and see!

How Amphoreus, with the fall of your henchman, a Lord Ravager, proclaims his name to the galaxy!

How did Phainon know about Nanook?

It's very simple.

At Sera's behest, Anaxa learned the whole truth about Amphoreus and told all the Chrysos Heirs everything they needed to know.

[???]

[Wow, that's intense! I saw someone cursing the Aeon of Destruction.]

[Aha, I think I'm still half asleep.]

Nanook did not speak, but instead extended his right hand, and a drop of golden blood fell from the sky.

A voice also resounded throughout the galaxy as the golden blood fell to the earth.

"I'm waiting for you--"

The day that ends my life.

The Aeon of the Destruction bestowed the blessing of golden blood.

That blessing contains the power of "The Destruction," and a possibility.

That golden blood represents Nanook's authority to tear apart his "Path," and it represents Nanook's expectations.

He awaits the day when Phainon the Destruction "The Destruction".

"Snort!"

Phainon remained silent, only letting out a cold snort.

He realized that the "Worldbearing" he represented was the source of all the calamities in the galaxy, the one who brought disaster to the galaxy and the cause of all the tragedies in Amphoreus.

Hatred and anger towards Nanook ignited in his heart.

By what right do the high and mighty gods arbitrarily unleash calamities, plunging Amphoreus into a tragic cycle of rebirth?

If it weren't for Sera, what would Amphoreus have become?

He was grateful that his family was still alive and that he hadn't lost everything. The image of himself in the black robe, the anger in his heart, was still etched in his mind, constantly reminding him to become stronger, strong enough to end the Titan from beyond the sky, strong enough to protect his family.

"Phainon, accept it."

In the future, use this power to kill "The Destruction."

Sera's voice rang in Phainon's ears, Phainon reached out without hesitation, letting the golden blood merge into his body.

(PS: I finally bought a computer!)

Unsurprisingly, the data started to revert to its original state after the holiday.

I came across a video early this morning asking about the most impactful ancient Chinese poems.

Listening to the first song again now makes me feel a little sad.

I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly, I turned around, and there he was, in the dim light.

When I heard that, I was taken aback.

When we were little, we always looked forward to growing up, believing that we would have the life we wanted. But now that we're actually grown up, I look back at my younger self.

So, it turns out, the life I wanted was something I had given up on from the very beginning.