I'll kill you after I finish this game!

However, after only opening two transmutation arrays, the opponent indicated that they wanted to participate.

Although Starscream once said that if they wanted to appear in an incomplete form, they could do so when two or three transmutation circles were activated.

The fact that the leader's representative was so intimidated by the mere mention of the other party's intention to intervene shows how frightened he was.

The other party must be a monster among monsters.

But just as countless viewers were wondering about the leader of the Black Round Table, the perspective shifted once again to the deep cosmic starry sky.

Within the magnificent and vast Heavenly Palace, which resembled a continent, the Yin-Yang Master who had once appeared, Modara Yako, was gazing solemnly at the stars in the night sky.

As a genius Onmyoji, he naturally possesses a great deal of knowledge. To gain an advantage in intelligence gathering in this world, he naturally needs to employ unconventional methods.

After all, the worlds in which the members of the Black Round Table were born exist in this world. Before they become the God of Seeking the Way and the God of Domination, each of them has their own destiny star.

As for why the Destiny Star ceases to exist after becoming a god?

That's because neither the God of Seeking the Way nor the God of Domination are beings whose greatness and magnificence can be claimed by mere stars; the stars will naturally disappear and cease to exist.

Modora, on the other hand, could calculate and predict the enemy's future movements by observing celestial phenomena.

Aries, Libra, Sagittarius, Pisces, Mercury.

These are the five constellations that Modoro pays the most attention to during his night journey, with Libra being the constellation that has the strongest connection and attraction to him.

That was his omen of death, and also his star of transformation; for Modoro, it was a star that held both great terror and great opportunity between life and death.

Of course, the most dazzling are Aries and Mercury.

The myth behind Aries is the story of the Golden Fleece from Greek mythology, and its corresponding Tarot card in the Major Arcana is the Emperor.

The Golden Fleece, the emperor.

These two words remind you of one of the thirteen members of the Black Round Table, someone you'll never forget once you've seen him: the Golden Destroyer.

At that moment, the star that was in a state of concealment and lurking suddenly burst out with points of deep starlight, a sign that made Modoro Nightwalker raise an eyebrow.

However, the changes are not yet over, and the starlight of Libra, Sagittarius, and Pisces, which have an extremely deep connection with Aries, is also subtly vibrating.

"Oh dear, are that man and his knights planning something?"

Looking at the information given by the starry sky, a hint of emotion appeared on Modoro's usually cold and confident face, and a trace of solemnity showed in his eyes.

He deduced and interpreted most of the answers given by the stars, and roughly figured out what the Black Round Table might do next.

Modoro Nightwalker was confident in his strength, knowledge, and skills, believing he could contend with the Gold Saints and have the power to fight them head-on.

However, facing the former is like facing Skadi and Nanami; one can only maneuver without any chance of winning, and the final result is either death or a tragic one, with few variables to reverse one's fate.

With Modoro's knowledge and understanding from Nightwalker, he already knew that the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance were a group composed of alchemical theories and esoteric rituals, with an ultimate goal in mind.

Because they were enemies, Modoro Nightwalker naturally knew the true nature of the Black Round Table leader's reasoning.

As a tyrant, he was too fond of death, loved the way his subordinates died, and longed to die himself. He valued death too much, so he lacked the value of living.

“Your Excellency is defiling living things and disregarding the importance of life.”

Modoro Yexing chuckled softly, then fell from the tallest building and headed towards the deepest part of the Heavenly Palace.

That Golden King absolutely cannot win, and absolutely must not win.

Because the other party is yearning for the end, the world they create is also a paradise for evil spirits and demons.

Is it enough if it can just have an end?

Ah, if that were true, how simple the world would be... But it's not like that.

The future is not just the last moment; living for tomorrow does not mean yearning for the end.

"Is there any information to report, Mr. Modoro?"

Before them stood a massive doorway, and outside stood a silver-clad swordsman, or perhaps a knight, named Rainbow Wing Melishim, who greeted the approaching Nightwalker with a polite smile.

“It is a waste of talent to have someone as capable as you as a bodyguard, Melishim.”

Under the sharp and bright gaze of the other person, Modoro Nightwalker felt a little regretful, for the person in front of him was an absolute talent.

Given the opponent's talent, they should either engage in direct combat or serve as combat commanders.

However, because of the other party's intentions, he was only willing to dedicate his efforts to a certain lady.

To Modoro's teasing remark, Melishim simply smiled and remained silent, while Modoro didn't continue with the pleasantries and said directly:

"Is our general still not motivated to get out and about? Her nemesis, on the other hand, is quite active with her sense of touch."

Even if Matilda cannot appear in her true form, it would be easy for her to move around like Skadi.

But ever since the Heavenly Dao Palace descended upon this world and this battlefield, the opponent has remained seated in his rightful place without making a move.

Regarding his subordinates' actions, he allowed them maximum freedom to act independently, with the only instruction being not to die easily in battle.

“Matilda has no interest in bullying the weak. Although your activities are aimed at stopping the Black Round Table from holding the ceremony, Matilda neither stops nor particularly approves of your actions. That is why she allows you to move freely as long as you can ensure your own safety.”

To the question that Modoro Nightwalker wanted to ask, Melishim simply shook his head with a wry smile and offered an explanation.

The subtext is that she has no interest in the current battlefield situation; it's soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king. Matilda will not take away someone else's stage (battlefield).

After all, everyone under her command has their own aspirations, and it would be their wish to break through to that level in battle.

If she leaves the field carelessly, it will actually limit their ability to perform.

Modoro Nightwalker naturally understood Matilda's intentions, and he also had his own desires. Matilda respected his desires, so she directly handed over the acting command to him.

"While I understand the general's good intentions, my observations of the celestial phenomena in this world suggest that the leader of the Black Round Table may also be looking to make some tactile contact on the battlefield..."

Click—boom!

Before Modoro could finish speaking, to Melishim's astonishment and Modoro's knowing smile, the massive stone gate behind him slowly moved open on its own.

Under the curious gazes of the audience, a blinding, scorching red light emanated from the doorway.

The scene inside the door was very strange, a world on fire.

Like a hidden paradise, the scene inside the door was another world, a crimson world.

Everything here—the buildings, the plants, and the trees—was ablaze with fiery red flames.

What's even more astonishing is that there are many giant corpses here, some as large as mountains.

Those were the corpses of Titans, and also many Cyclopes. Those beings from mythology have now been transformed into burning corpse decorations, adorning everything scorching here.

Just gazing at that deep red, bright flame evokes a feeling of trembling and lamentation in the soul.

I don't want to get close, I don't want to touch, I don't want to see...

The flames were not simply hot; they were burning, but they were not just burning everything within the realm of common sense and worldview.

The largest flames formed a vast sea of ​​fire, burning the earth, burning the sky, and burning everything in its path.

"You've come to me even though you understand what I mean, so you're definitely prepared to expect a response from me."

The sound came from the rolling sea of ​​fire in the sky. Just by listening to the sound, one could immediately feel a magnificent and overwhelming pressure, as if the entire sky and earth were pressing down.

It is enough to instantly blast those who are not strong enough into the underworld, leaving them dead in a cloud of blood mist like fireworks.

Among the audience from countless dimensions, there were beings with extraordinary spiritual perception and soul awareness who sensed this extremely terrifying horror.

The Light Clan in the Ultraman Universe, the Grim Reaper and Hollow from the Death God Dimension, and many other powerful beings or beings in spirit form, all felt genuine horror at the sight of the burning crimson flames.

Although they were unable to make contact, a strong intuition told them that if they dared to make contact, a tragic end they absolutely did not want to experience or see would occur.

Moreover, the oppressive aura was so powerful that it made one's teeth chatter and one's soul tremble; just looking directly at the flames felt like one's eyes were about to burst into flames.

The person responsible for all of this was a dignified presence sitting amidst the sea of ​​fire, a figure within the flames.

Her slender and graceful figure made it clear that she was a woman, and even the sea of ​​fire could not conceal her brilliance. Her fiery red hair, which was slowly fluttering, was like the most beautiful creation in the world.

Eighteen wings unfolded and expanded behind him, their blotting out the sky and giving people an overwhelming sense of insignificance.

Those bright red eyes, shining even more brilliantly amidst the sea of ​​fire, contained boundless and majestic divine power. Even a mere glance from them was enough to make any living being tremble with fear.

"General, you are not someone who can stay behind the scenes. At least you can warm up before the main course begins."

With a smile, Modoro walked slowly forward into this unique, fiery red world. He bowed respectfully to his general and then spoke with a profound meaning.

"Please don't mind us. As your subordinates, we know our place and that you won't act rashly because of us. We will fulfill our own wishes through our actions."

Among those capable of fighting, including Modora Yako, none of them are fools, or rather, fools would not appear in this war.

Although Matilda was undoubtedly the most qualified and outstanding of their generals, she was generally unpretentious and gave due respect to all of them, who had their own personalities.

The Xiong Yue siblings have their own wishes, as do Sojiro and Shiori for a higher realm, and Modara Yako for reaching the realm of Tai Chi.

"I'm afraid you'll stumble and fall on the road to achieving your desires."

The figure seated cross-legged in the sea of ​​flames remained unmoved, its majestic and burning eyes revealing a hint of intellect, and a trace of barely perceptible fiery passion...

"We are prepared to die fighting, or we will not succeed."

Although his commander spoke somewhat cruelly and without any pretense, Modoro Nightwalker was already used to this woman's true self.

"So you want me to join in the fun too?"

Like a thunderclap on flat ground, or a boulder falling into still water, a majestic being, like a god, spoke these words to his subordinates in a calm tone that seemed out of place in the scorching heat around them.

"You don't want to? I've never seen the concept of shyness in you before."

Modoro, who was not acting like a subordinate at all, was more like a friend to Matilda. With a polite demeanor and manner, he asked her a question in a teasing tone.

Standing behind him, Rainbow Wings Melishim's lips twitched slightly. If an ordinary person had spoken to his newly beloved and loyal being in such a manner, he would have certainly shown them his strongest form of magic.

However, Modoro's Night Walker was not wrong either; at least Melishim had never seen the woman he loved blush.

“Even if Skadi is moving with her sense of touch, she probably doesn’t fight much, right? After all, now is not the time for people of our level to be active.” Although it was a question, Matilda said it with such certainty.

Now is not the time for people of their level to act. Even if they were to participate, they would be subject to restrictions if they didn't want to cause chaos.

Matilda didn't like that, and she hated being restrained even more, but she wasn't confident she could take down the guy who set the rules of the battlefield, so she simply stopped moving to avoid seeing him.

Matilda didn't care why Skadi was organizing ahead of schedule; they would have their final battle sooner or later anyway.

"That one is currently cooperating with the Black Round Table, which is not yet fully staffed. Although she doesn't actively fight, she obviously won't allow us to stop the Black Round Table's actions."

Modoro Nightwalker shrugged and said helplessly, feeling that if he didn't reach that level, he wouldn't be able to compete head-on with those two perverted women.

"Hmm...it seems your operation is quite difficult. Let my agent and Melishim go down with me."

With the power of only her own projection, Matilda easily sensed the situation on Earth in the solar system. After a moment of contemplation, she waved her hand and said...