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This sword strike had a clear target.

It's not about taking his life, but about shattering the strange rune source that binds and drains his power—the Gathering Source Array!
Furthermore, it was necessary to interrupt the mutated power that was frantically fusing within Isabella's body.

Ding!
The sword tip struck the array plate on Isabella's chest with a crisp clanging sound.

The invincible sword of heroes, which had always been unbreakable, was actually blocked by that strange array plate when the imperial heroes exerted their full strength.

hum!
An invisible repulsive force suddenly erupted from Isabella.

The space seemed to freeze instantly, or as if it had transformed into the hardest barrier.

The Imperial Hero, who tried to exert force again, felt as if he were trapped in an extremely viscous and dense gel, making it difficult to exert any more strength.

The immense heroic power condensed on the sword was forcibly pushed away and dissolved by that repulsive force.

Isabella's heterochromatic gray-gold eyes turned to him without any emotion.

There was no anger, no fear, only a detached indifference, as if looking down on ants.

She didn't even raise her hand; she merely moved her mind slightly.

"boom--"

An even stronger repulsive force, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed down on Reinhardt.

He groaned, and the golden light protecting his body trembled violently, flickering erratically. Finally, like a cannonball, he flew backward and crashed heavily into the ruins at the edge of the altar, sending shards of stone flying.

"Cough... Pfft..." Reinhardt struggled to his feet, leaning on his sword. His blood and qi surged, and his internal organs seemed to shift.

"how so……"

He stared in disbelief at the girl radiating divine light in the center of the altar.

The power that combined the prototypes of "Hero" and "Annihilation," along with the energy provided by the gods, unleashed a power that subtly transcended the realm of humanity.

But that's not what he found incredible.

To his disbelief... the invincible "hero" had actually failed at this moment!
Why is this happening?

Why can't we use stronger power to defeat the opponent?
Is it because the power of the Calamity Witch has exceeded the control of the [Hero]?
Or was it because of the influence of this religious altar?
The imperial hero couldn't accept it. He wanted to leave the area around the altar, but the sealing runes from before climbed all over his body again, rendering him unable to move.

"Do you see that? The hero of the empire."

Keltia's maniacal laughter rang out, filled with the elation of revenge and the madness of witnessing the birth of a masterpiece.

Although the ten wings on her back were cracked, they were greedily absorbing the mixed energy escaping from the altar, slowly healing her injuries.

"This is true power, this is the foundation to the throne of gods. Your resistance is nothing but a futile struggle!"

She hovered in the air, coldly watching the imperial hero struggle with all his might but could not break free of the seal.

"Isabella, the blood of the imperial family flows in your veins. Are you just going to stand by and watch countless citizens of the empire die because of you?"

The imperial hero roared at Isabella.

He tried to bring Isabella back to the right path.

However, Isabella is now dominated by divinity and cannot listen to anything.

"It's no use. Just watch as the empire you're protecting is destroyed by the power of the [Hero]," Keltia laughed.

Her eyes then locked onto Isabella, as if she were staring at a perfect work of art, a divine being that was about to become hers.

"My vessel, my key... Come, offer me the power that has been fused within you, so that we may become one and ascend together to the supreme divine throne!"

Keltia spread her arms wide, and her fingertips erupted with an even more intense dark purple evil energy, like ten thirsty venomous snakes, pouncing on Isabella once more.

This time, her goal was no longer simple extraction, but forced intrusion, imprinting, and control.

She was going to take complete control of this perfect body and the powers fused within it!
Isabella remained expressionless, merely raising her hand slightly as the fel chains came at her.

The gray power of annihilation and the golden power of heroism intertwined and swirled in her palm, forming a miniature energy vortex.

The dark purple fel chains, powerful enough to tear space apart, were rapidly decomposed and devoured the moment they touched the edge of the vortex, just like ice and snow melting away.

"what?!"

Kertia's ecstasy froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

This power... is it repelling her?
No, it's not just repulsion; it's actively devouring her power and divinity!
"No...this is impossible!"

"You are my vessel, but I should be the one to become God!"

Keltia let out a sharp roar, her ten wings flapping violently, unleashing an even more powerful surge of fel energy in an attempt to suppress and forcibly seize it with absolute power.

A dark purple torrent surged toward Isabella like a burst dam.

However, how could she possibly shake an existence that even the heroes of the empire could not shake?
At the center of the altar, Isabella remained indifferent; with just a glance, the surging torrent of fel energy vanished into thin air.

They suppressed Kertia, who was in the air, as well.

Bang!
Keltia fell from the sky into the altar, and the sealing runes quickly climbed up her body.

As her power rapidly dissipated, the ten wings on her back became faintly visible.

Kertia was truly panicked at this moment.

The plan is completely out of control!

She struggled to get off the altar, but couldn't move.

Why……

Why does this happen?

She couldn't understand why the Calamity Witch, who was under her control just a moment ago, had suddenly broken free of her control the next.
What went wrong?
Suddenly, she noticed that among the calamity witch's gray hair, there were a few "hair strands" that were particularly long, and the ends of them all converged in front of her chest.

That was the Source Gathering Array Plate that Ron had placed on his head.

Kertia's pupils narrowed.

She realized that someone had used the array plate to seize control of the Calamity Witch.

And that belonged to Ron; it goes without saying who would seize control.

"Looks like I'm not too late."

The thought had barely formed when that voice, which she both loved and hated, rang out at the edge of the altar.

Ron walked slowly from the entrance of the altar, with Saint Cecilia of the Holy Grace Church beside him.

Cecilia held the open divine book in her hand, her body radiating a faint glow that enveloped Ron beside her.

This is precisely the unique clone technique of the Holy Grace Saintess—the Right Prime Minister of God.

She can transfer her power to any person or thing, and even assimilate them into her own form.

At this moment, she is using the Right Prime Minister of God to provide Ron with divinity.

It was thanks to the divinity provided by Cecilia that he was able to surpass Kertia in the struggle for control of Isabella.

As Ron walked up to her, Keltia calmly asked, "Why did you betray me?"

“There are many reasons, but…” Ron paused, then smiled and said, “This is exactly the Ron you have in mind, isn’t it?”

Keltia chuckled softly, neither confirming nor denying.

“That power has no vessel, it’s only more dangerous,” she said, looking at Isabella in the center of the altar, and asked with a smile, “What do you plan to do next?”

That power had exceeded Isabella's mental capacity. If she were to act as the vessel for it, she would inevitably lose control and ultimately become a destroyer without any self-awareness.

Given Ron's style of doing things, she was certain that Ron would save Isabella.

She was curious about how Ron would save Isabella.

After all, only she and the heroes of the empire could withstand this power.

Ron wouldn't let her accept this power, and he certainly couldn't let the Imperial Heroes accept it either.

“It’s simple, I’ll just be the carrier,” Ron said with a smile.

"Are you crazy?" Kertia frowned upon hearing this.

Bearing this power, one can ascend to the divine throne that countless people dream of.

But she didn't think Ron thought that way. "Your body will be torn apart and you will die if it bears this power!" she warned.

She believed that Ron was trying to sacrifice himself to save everyone.

This disgusted her.

“Then let’s wait and see.” Ron didn’t explain, and walked toward Isabella in the center of the altar.

"Hey, Fallen Angel of the Order of the End, can you remove this altar?" the Imperial Hero asked Kertia.

He had no interest in seeing the enemy fight amongst themselves; he only wanted to prevent that force from taking shape.

“The seal on us is transmitted through the operation of the altar. If you stop the altar, I promise you I won’t make things difficult for you and I will help you kill these people.” He offered Kertia a partnership.

"That's not okay."

The one who answered him was not Keltia, but Cecilia.

At this moment, the divine right-hand mantra that had been inflicted on Ron was transferred to Kertia.

Cecilia suppressed Kertia's will.

Of course, Kertia didn't really resist.

For Kertia, removing the altar was tantamount to giving up her only chance to become a god.

If she misses this opportunity, there simply won't be enough time left for her to prepare for another ascension ceremony.

Once she leaves the divine kingdom, she will be trapped in the holy realm again.

This is not what she wants.

That's why she's unwilling to let go easily.

If she wanted to run away, she would have done so long ago.

"Isabella, as the future ruler of the empire, you must be strong."

Ron stopped three meters in front of Isabella and spoke softly.

In the center of the altar, a faint struggle seemed to flicker in those indifferent gray-gold heterochromatic eyes, like a person drowning in an abyss seeing a distant ray of light.

Don't get too cocky!

The imperial hero roared, "Stop your ridiculous delusions! This is far from over. Today, the Holy Unified Empire has won!"

With his roar, his power drew in a massive amount of energy that compressed around him.

He wanted to self-destruct!

"This is not good."

Ron looked at the Imperial hero with a calm expression.

The power of the Imperial Hero's self-destruction will inevitably destroy the altar.

"Are you planning to keep watching from the shadows forever?" Ron asked calmly.

His gaze was fixed on the Imperial Hero, but the question was clearly not directed at him.

"Has it been discovered?"

The voice of the sixth person echoed within the altar.

Everyone except Ron was taken aback.

The most surprised were the Imperial Hero and Cecilia.

Because they were very familiar with that voice.

Everyone looked toward the center of the altar, where a pale golden energy emanated from Isabella's body and coalesced into a human figure in front of her.

It is... the current ruler of the empire, Adkins!

"Your Majesty, why did you..." The Imperial Hero stared at Adkins in astonishment.

"Why would the great ruler of the empire appear here?"

Looking at the expression on the Imperial Hero's face, Ron found it amusing: "I thought you should have thought of this a long time ago."

"The power bestowed upon you by the [Hero] is gradually dissipating. Have you never even considered that it is the people of the Empire who have lost their trust in you?"

Upon hearing this, the imperial hero was stunned.

“That’s right. It was the Emperor of the Empire whom you trusted who informed the entire Empire about your ‘collusion’ with the Order of the End, causing the people of the Empire to lose trust in you.” Ron revealed the truth.

The Imperial Hero looked at Adkins with a questioning gaze.

Adkins smiled calmly, without denying it.

"Reinhardt, I order you to cease the self-destruction and fully cooperate with the ritual," Adkins commanded.

These words completely rewrote the imperial heroes' will to die.

The existence of the master-servant contract forced him to obey Adkins's orders.

The energy that had gathered dissipated instantly.

"Why?" The imperial hero stared at the empire's ruler, bewildered.

"Reinhardt, how could you be so foolish?"

Adkins laughed, "The chance to become a god is right in front of you; who can resist such a temptation?"

"You are already the ruler of the empire. To the empire, you are its god. Why do you still pursue that illusory power?"

"Stop joking!"

Adkins scoffed, "The ruler of an empire? How can a ruler of an empire, subject to a bunch of inferiors, compare to a god who transcends all things?"

He had long been fed up with living a life where his behavior was restricted by a group of inferiors.

He wants to become a powerful person who doesn't need to rely on anyone!
He began planning this from a young age in order to achieve this goal.

He obtained the power of [Annihilation] and placed it inside Isabella's body, using the royal bloodline as a test subject.

Just to observe the changes in the performance of [Annihilation], Isabella was used as a catalyst to summon the end of twilight to descend upon the continent of Misian.

Later, in order to seize control of the [Hero] power, he ruthlessly killed the troublesome previous king.

According to his original plan, he would have been able to reap the rewards in a few years.

However, due to the arrival of Ron and Kertia, this fruit was borne ahead of schedule.

"Are you going to block me?" Adkins asked, looking at Ron.

Ron smiled slightly, stepped back, and gestured for him to proceed.

"You are very smart."

Adkins praised it.

He didn't attack Ron; he still needed Ron to help him restrain Isabella.

"The time is just right."

His gaze fell on Isabella: "Thank you for your hard work, Isabella. Now, return the power...

He reached out and was about to grab the array plate on Isabella's chest.

And right now.

Hanging around Isabella's neck, the Gathering Source Array Plate, already riddled with tiny cracks from enduring too many impacts, now cracked under the combined assault of two terrifying forces, both internal and external.

The next moment, that fused, divinely oppressive power, like a wild horse that had broken free of its last shackles, erupted with a roar.

Boom——

An indescribable energy storm suddenly exploded outwards, centered on Isabella.

(End of this chapter)