Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 702 New Power, Belt Ornament

The golden halberd that divided the sea crashed down with triple world-destroying power.

The vast, writhing continent of the sleeping lord of the deep sea, like a filthy behemoth struck by the hammer of creation, let out a agonizing howl that tore apart the very origin of the universe. Large swathes of rock and flesh that made up its body were annihilated, and the chaotic origin at its core violently trembled. Dragged by the enormous abyss formed by the separation of the ocean, the broken body, filled with endless resentment and bitterness, accelerated its descent into the abyss of the seabed, a place of eternal damnation.

The filthy sky was completely torn apart by the energy turbulence of this earth-shattering attack, revealing the twisted and trembling void behind it. Golden holy flames, dark red proliferation tidal waves, and pitch-black chaotic storms annihilated and intertwined with each other, dyeing the sky a doomsday aurora.

Qin Nan covered her mouth, tears mixed with the ecstasy of surviving the disaster and the shock of disbelief, slipping through her fingers. Tang Cao and Xiao Bai jumped and cheered on the ruins, while Chang Lei punched the city wall hard and laughed loudly.

However, amidst the jubilation of the crowd—above the ruins of the river front—the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, Scáthach, showed no sign of relaxation.

Instead of joy, her eternally frozen, beautiful face was shrouded in an unprecedented solemnity and deep confusion.

The crimson eyes were fixed on the crimson giant standing in the middle of the parted ocean, slowly retracting his golden trident.

Tang Zijun, he succeeded.

He forcibly harnessed the negative energy of the evil god and unleashed a final attack powerful enough to severely injure or even banish the sleeping lord of the deep sea, a feat that can only be described as a miracle.

But...that's impossible!

Scáthach's understanding was being violently shaken. In her long years, during which she had witnessed the fall and birth of countless gods and demons, she had never seen or even imagined such a scene.

The scarlet biological armor covering Tang Zijun's entire body, writhing and proliferating like a living tumor; the blood forest swirling wildly behind his shoulders, composed of twisted blood vessels and swollen tumors; the dark red viscous fluid constantly dripping from the gaps in his stomach; the oppressive aura emanating from him, so intense it was nauseating—a blasphemous proliferation and chaotic void—all of this clearly proved that within him surged the ultimate negative energy belonging to an evil god, enough to corrupt and annihilate any sanity.

Logically, Tang Zijun should have been completely devoured by the two cosmic-level pollutants that were tearing each other apart yet merging in destruction by now. His soul should have turned into nothingness, and his will should have been twisted into a newborn demonic embryo filled with endless madness and destructive desires.

But what is the truth?

He not only launched the attack, he not only maintained a clear tactical objective, but he could even speak clearly before launching the attack.

The strong self-awareness, clear logic, boiling fighting spirit, and even that familiar roguishness contained in that voice were completely incompatible with that physical appearance that symbolized ultimate filth; it was practically a mockery of the laws of the universe.

"How could this be..." Scáthach's lips parted slightly, her icy voice trembling almost imperceptibly—a rare display of composure in her long life. "The contamination of chaotic negative energy...even primordial gods are not immune...how could he..."

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Just as she was trying to understand this paradoxical reality with all her knowledge and ancient memories, [%&；￥&；￥（￥（￥%——!!!]

A distorted, completely incomprehensible... mechanical metallic sound... like the static of a poorly receiving radio station, or the dreamlike sound of rusty gears rubbing against each other in the void, drifted into Scáthach's ears without warning.

That sound...

It does not belong to any known language sequence.

There are no syllables, no rhythm, no logical structure, and no fluctuation of emotion or will.

Cold, hollow, like the most meaningless segment of background noise in the universe.

Strangely, although she had just heard it, when Scáthach tried to recall, repeat, and understand the sound, she found her mind blank. The sound was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving only a vague impression that she had indeed heard something, but she could not grasp any substantial content.

Indescribable, unmemorable, incomprehensible.

Scáthach's crimson pupils contracted sharply, like the most precise probes, her senses instantly locking onto the source of the eerie sound. Her gaze, like tangible rays, pierced through the writhing, proliferating crimson living armor covering Tang Zijun's body, through the pulsating, illusory forest of blood...

Finally, the camera precisely focused on Tang Zijun's massive waistline.

That wolf rider belt, shimmering with a dark metallic luster, with a unique shape, resembling a fusion of some kind of biological spine and mechanical gears!

Om-!

A flash of insight pierced through all the fog and confusion in Scáthach's mind.

An incredibly bizarre yet logically sound idea, one that sent chills down her spine, burst forth like an ice sapling from the ground... instantly took shape in her mind!

"I see..."

Scáthach's lips, which had been frozen for millennia, curved upwards in an extremely subtle, cold arc.

That wasn't a smile, but rather a kind of understanding after seeing through the absurd truth of the universe, and a hint of indescribable...admiration?

She gazed at Tang Zijun's giant figure, covered in scarlet evil armor, emanating the filthy aura of the two gods, yet still burning with the golden flames of an indomitable will. A deep light flickered in his scarlet eyes.

"yes..."

"You polluted..."

"But that belt..."

Scáthach's gaze fell once again on the seemingly unremarkable wolf rider belt, her cold voice carrying a tone of admiration reminiscent of Xi Jinping.

"What's wrong, Tang Zijun?"

A crimson evil armor covering his entire body and a blood-red forest?

That's the outer layer of pollution absorbed, transformed, and manifested by the belt.

That blasphemous and chaotic aura was so intense it was suffocating.

That's the belt's core working wildly, demonstrating how it effectively harnesses the energy of pollution.

That indescribable, unmemorable mechanical dream-eating?

That was the core of the belt celebrating Tang Zijun's new form; it was a systemic noise from its internal mechanism that transcended ordinary understanding.

And Tang Zijun...

His consciousness, his soul, his ego...

Throughout the entire process, he was never exposed to any pollution. The Wolf Rider's Belt, like an indestructible fortress and a bottomless container of pollution, shielded him from all the erosion and assimilation from negative energy, allowing him to miraculously preserve the core rationality and humanity of "Tang Zijun" while embracing the power of the abyss.

This is not immune contamination.

It's about transferring pollution!

The deadly pollution was contained in a more mysterious, bizarre container that seemed capable of holding cosmic quantities.

But soon, a new question arose in Scáthach's mind.

Even with the Wolf Rider Belt as a protective layer, wielding this level of power is no easy feat. It's not something an ordinary being can do, and even Scáthach herself, if she asked herself honestly, couldn't do it.

But Tang Zijun, a human, a greedy being, and a god who can reverse the world—how could he find the anchor point of his own soul and so calmly wield this strange power...?

Scáthach's gaze returned to Tang Zijun, watching him slowly raise the trident, which still flowed with holy golden light but was wrapped with wisps of dark red and black energy, above the separated abyss, pointing it at the sleeping Lord of the deep sea who was falling into the abyss.

In the depths of her scarlet eyes, a hint of genuine interest finally appeared in that cold light.

"...Tang Zijun, oh Tang Zijun..."

"You...you really gave me...a huge...surprise."

"It seems... you have a lot of secrets to hide..."

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Between the filthy sea and sky, Tang Zijun, in her giant form, slowly retracted the golden trident that had rendered unparalleled service.

Below, the ocean, forcibly separated, roared deafeningly. The towering walls of water on both sides slowly closed, like the earth healing its wounds, completely swallowing the shattered and massive body of the sleeping master of the deep sea, which was rapidly falling into the abyss. The last trace of resentful light of the chaotic giant eye was also completely obscured by the endless seawater and surging undercurrents.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the slumbering master of the deep sea dissipated rapidly, like the receding tide. However, the filthy aura and chaotic negative energy that permeated the world remained so intense that it was suffocating.

Tang Zijun's enormous body, covered with writhing, scarlet, living carcass-like stomach, still stood upright. The blood forest behind his shoulders, composed of twisted blood vessels and swollen tumors, swayed slowly, exuding a chilling aura of blasphemy and chaos. However, the eyes hidden beneath his grotesque helmet now burned with his own resilient and clear dark golden flames.

Just then, an invisible and strange gravitational force suddenly emanated from Tang Zijun's huge right palm, targeting the chaotic negative energy source belonging to the sleeping master of the deep sea, which had just lost its host and was frantically dissipating like a lost soul in the surrounding space.

These pure, cold, terrifying energies, imbued with cosmic concepts, were drawn together by the strange gravitational pull of Tang Zijun's palm, like rivers flowing into the sea or iron filings encountering the strongest magnet, frantically converging and compressing towards his palm.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—! !!*

The energy converged at high speed, emitting a piercing shriek.

The viscous, ink-like chaotic negative energy churned, collapsed, and condensed violently in Tang Zijun's palm; its form was not what she had anticipated.

The card design is familiar...

Finally, what appeared in his enormous palm...

It was a dark blue, round device, roughly twice the size of his giant hand.

This thing is made of neither gold nor stone, and has a cold and strange feel to it, as if you are holding a piece of solidified deep-sea ice. Its surface is covered with extremely strange, ever-changing, dark patterns that twist and flow like living worms. These patterns are irregular and full of blasphemous and chaotic beauty.

What's most peculiar is its edge, which is not a smooth circle, but rather presents an irregular, jagged outline that looks like it has been torn or gnawed, full of a broken feel.

"Hmm?" Tang Zijun's huge head tilted slightly.

He held the dark blue round plaque, which exuded a cold and chaotic aura, in his huge fingers and examined it closely, his movements carrying a sense of novelty and confusion that was completely inconsistent with his current ferocious appearance.

"What...what is this thing?"

A deep voice, tinged with obvious doubt and a hint of sarcasm, came from under the mask.

He habitually wanted to "swipe his card." Ever since he obtained the Wolf Rider Belt, every acquisition and switching of power had been presented in the form of cards, which had almost become his instinct.

He thought that after defeating such a terrifying being, he would at least get a dazzling and high-class SSR card.

The result... was this strangely shaped, jagged-edged blue disc.

How do you use this thing? To throw it like a dart?

Don't tell me a Kamen Rider junior with the same toy will pop up the next second...

Like a child who has just received a strange Lego piece, Tang Zijun examined the dark blue round card over and over. It felt cold to the touch, had strange patterns, and its energy fluctuations were very strong, but it was completely incompatible with the card system he was familiar with.

Just as he was pondering whether he should try poking it with the trident.

hum!

Suddenly, the core of his wolf rider belt vibrated very slightly, and a faint, yet distinctly attractive, wave emanated from the circular groove in the center of the belt, which resembled a biological core.

Tang Zijun's giant finger in her giant form paused.

He subconsciously gestured with the dark blue round plaque in his hand toward the central groove of his belt.

The size... seems... just right?

A flash of understanding appeared in Tang Zijun's eyes, which were burning with golden flames.

"Oh—!!!" A drawn-out sound, filled with sudden realization, echoed out.

He got it.

So this isn't a card game.

This is a waistband! A belt! An ornament!

Or rather... a dedicated energy core slot?!

Is it because the nature of this power is "too special, too chaotic, too indescribable" that it cannot be compressed into regular cards?

Tang Zijun looked at the irregularly shaped, dark blue circular card in her hand, sensing the cold, chaotic, and terrifying energy within it that seemed capable of devouring all order, and a guess formed in her mind.

The structure of ordinary cards is probably unable to stably contain this chaotic power that represents the origin of nothingness in the universe. Forcibly compressing it may cause it to collapse directly or make it impossible to control and perfect the new form of transformation...

He recalled the terrifying sight of the trident nearly bursting apart when the powers of the two gods merged.

So... the driver "automatically adapted"? They created this new accessory that looks "more robust" and "more native," adapting to this new power in a new way.

The more Tang Zijun thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. After all, this belt was created by the power of greed that turned the impossible into the possible. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this kind of idealistic power is the origin of the world.

"interesting...

""

Tang Zijun's enormous fingers gripped the dark blue Chaos Core Token, feeling the subtle attraction between it and his belt, while a restless light burned in his dark golden pupils.

Although we don't yet know exactly what will happen when it's plugged in, but...

New toy arrived...

How could we not play?!