Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 551 Next time there's a 'good thing' like this, I'll come to you again!

With the defeat of Chaos Chaos, the Lostbelt fell into a deathly silence, as if even the wind had stopped breathing.

On Chaldea's side, there was a deathly silence where even heartbeats seemed to have stopped and thoughts were completely frozen.

From Ritsuka and Mashu, who were standing on this scorched earth, to Roman and Da Vinci, who were staring intently at the already distorted monitoring screen in the control room, everyone seemed to be gripped by an invisible force, nailed to the spot.

Their gazes were fixed on the sky, which had just been occupied by a terrifying stellar-level entity but was now completely empty, their brains refusing to process this incomprehensible scene before them.

ended?
That Chaos Chaos, whose size surpassed that of a star and whose mere existence was enough to tear apart the entire solar system and make the entire Type-Moon multiverse tremble... was just... blasted to pieces in one blow?
Mashu's shield clattered to the ground, but the girl was completely unaware.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but found her throat too dry to make a sound.

To be fair, Mash traveled all over Chaldea with her Master, traversing various singularities and Lostbelts. She experienced countless cataclysmic disasters and witnessed countless great beings who had only existed in myths and legends.

She could even raise one of the seven beasts that were incompatible with human nature.

It can be said that Mashu has long been knowledgeable and experienced, and is no longer the homunculus who trembled on the experimental platform in the underground Chaldea.

But upon seeing the person before her again, Mashu still felt an indescribable shock and fear from the bottom of her heart.

Which mythological version of Saint Seiya did this character come from?

The mighty Zeus, the Father of Heaven, the mighty Chaos… these are top-tier bosses among all the ones she and her Master have encountered so far, yet…

In a daze, Wang Li's figure slowly descended from the high sky, landing lightly as a feather on a patch of scorched earth.

The scenery around him is undergoing a wondrous change.

The radiance of the microcosm, which was originally as surging as the raging waves of the starry sea and reflected countless scenes of the birth and death of the universe, is rapidly receding and fading away, as if billions of stars have entered a period of hibernation at the same time.

The layers upon layers of sacred halo and phantom of the Saint Cloth, which seemed to be directly woven from the fundamental rules of the universe, faded and disappeared like the receding tide, finally revealing the original golden Saint Cloth, which was "kindly provided" by the suppressive force of the Type-Moon world and was now covered with cracks and its spiritual light was extremely dim.

"Cough cough..."

He couldn't help but cough a few times, and a wisp of pale gold, like melting sacred metal, spilled from the corner of his mouth.

This is a clear sign that the spirit foundation is severely overloaded and on the verge of complete collapse.

He looked down at his "temporary body," which was almost disintegrating into primordial spiritual particles, and grimaced helplessly.

"Tsk, I still used too much force..."

He muttered to himself, flexing his stiff fingers. "Luckily, I had a flash of inspiration at the last minute and managed to grasp a bit of the 'eighth sense,' which was a temporary fix. Otherwise, I might not have been able to put this old relic back on its helipad."

Wang Li slowly raised his head, his gaze once again becoming distant and profound. His gaze could easily penetrate the barrier of the material universe and traverse vast distances of tens of light-years.

It landed directly on the eternal, cold darkness at the edge of the solar system, on the body of Chaos, a superstellar-class chaotic warship whose very existence had been completely shattered, whose energy response had dropped below freezing, and which had fallen back into a hibernation deeper than death.

"With only 2% of its power remaining, activating a defense program already has this kind of power..."

Wang Li stroked his chin, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "At his peak, could he really have dismantled and rebuilt the entire solar system with a single shot?" He muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips, a smile that was a mixture of obvious fatigue and an even more intense desire for exploration.

"Interesting...this thing is really interesting..."

The moment he finished speaking, a subtle change occurred.

It didn't originate from the outside, but from within himself, from the "inner workings" that had just become intimately connected with some immense being. It was as if an invisible "thread" connecting two vast consciousnesses had been gently severed.

"Om..."

A barely audible buzzing sound, carrying a sense of relief mixed with lingering fear, flashed past the edge of Wang Li's perception.

Immediately afterwards, he could clearly "feel" that the immense will Alaya, the collective unconscious of humanity, which had just been forcibly "merged" with him and shared the risk of touching the eighth sense, had completely separated from him.

As Wang Li separated from Alaya, his eighth sense, "Alaya Consciousness," which was refined by the Alaya consciousness of countless humans from the Type-Moon parallel universe, collapsed and dissipated in an instant.

In the end, it only turned into a lingering aftertaste, lingering in Wang's mind and will, waiting for him to savor it.

"What a pity! The 'Eighth Sense' of a Saint Seiya's cosmos, while it can be said to be eternally free in all time and space, no longer affected by any external environmental factors, self-sufficient, and self-circulating, has not reached the level of 'once proven, forever proven, once obtained, forever obtained, never to regress.' Otherwise, I, Wang Li, would be a true Eighth Sense Saint Seiya now!" Wang Li pursed her lips, somewhat regretfully.

Meanwhile, with the separation from Wang Li, "Alaya" was now like a cat that had been petted hard and was in a state of shock and irritation.

With a "whoosh," it retreated at an incredible speed to the deepest part of the Imaginary Sea in the Type-Moon Multiverse, hiding far away and even setting up a thick, wary "barrier" around itself.

This swift and obvious act of "distancing" made Wang Li chuckle.

"As for..."

He stared at the empty sea of ​​imaginary numbers, as if speaking to a sullen friend, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "I admit, pulling you into 'fusion' just now was a bit sudden, and I didn't give you any prior notice. But your reaction is really hurtful, isn't it? I did pay you a 'reward'."

He moved his still slightly numb fingers, feeling the subtle aftertaste deep in his soul that came from touching the threshold of the eighth sense, as if he could see into the root of all things.

"Look, although I used your 'pond' to reflect on myself and comprehend the realm of our Saint Seiya's eighth sense, 'Alaya-vijnana,' I used you as a whetstone. But you didn't lose out either; in fact, strictly speaking, you benefited more than I did!"

"When we 'merged' just now, my eighth sense and my understanding of the universe and 'existence' flowed back to you to some extent."

This is incredibly helpful for sorting out your own vast and chaotic sea of ​​collective consciousness, and improving the clarity and stability of your 'self' awareness! You might even find yourself beating Gaia to a pulp in the future!

Wang Li shrugged, looking like she was saying, "You've hit the jackpot."

"So, there's really no need to hide so far away. What we did was at most... a successful, mutually beneficial, and in-depth technical exchange and collaboration. Next time there's a 'good thing' like this, I'll definitely come to you again!"

Of course, the only response he received was an even thicker "silent barrier" on the other side of the ocean of consciousness and a seemingly silent protest.

Wang Li could even vaguely "hear" a mental fluctuation from the other side that sounded like "There won't be a next time!"

He couldn't help but laugh even more heartily, shook his head, stopped teasing the Type-Moon multiverse's inhibitory force that he had frightened, and brought his attention back to reality.

(End of this chapter)