Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Xia Jie raised her right arm, her figure skipping the movement as if in a still frame, and arrived directly in front of that wisp of divinity. Then, she tucked her arm in, her elbow crackling with pure black lightning, and collided with that pure radiance.

"Black Flash!!!"

A jet-black flash crossed the chasm between lower and higher dimensions, colliding violently with the pure white holy light. The incompatible black and white devoured each other and were annihilated.

Xia Jie's Black Flash is slightly different from Zhou Hui's Black Flash. The original version of Black Flash brought out black and red lightning, while his Black Flash is pure black.

Because the power of the curse is love, the black flashes that Xia Jie evoked were like a cool summer night, allowing people to sleep peacefully without worry.

Furthermore, due to her own idealism, the 2.5-fold multiplication factor belonging to Black Flash was multiplied by Xia Jie in her own position, allowing the essence of her power to truly rival the world itself at the moment of the elbow strike.

Even if the divinity of God himself provides a conceptually absolute defense against such a powerful technique, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

Xia Jie's elbow strike accomplished its mission, and the disruptive light was extinguished.

But he did not let his guard down. In the end, he only elbowed the divine, not the real person. Heaven knows what big move the other side was holding back by not making a move.

This is a war between the pinnacles, and he will not be complacent just because he has reached a power level above the multiverse.

In the world of A Certain Magical Index, a demon god lurks, capable of manipulating the universe. The Shawshank Redemption and It also exist in the same universe. In Gotham City, where heroes and villains alike gather, a whole host of ruthless characters are hidden.

The power gap between the characters active on the surface of the world and the apex beings lurking in the background can be as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

In Type-Moon, the technological world is relative to the magical world, the magical world is relative to the Inner Sea, and the normal worldline is relative to the Lostbelt. Each layer represents a power gradient.

In particular, his own perspective as the originator could not achieve "omniscience within the realm" in this world where truths differed, which gave these native gods the possibility of secretly carrying out ruthless deeds behind his back.

As she pondered, Xia Jie's gaze shifted slightly as she looked down at the spacetime plane a few minutes earlier on the timeline. There, because of her drastic alteration of the Holy Grail War, the "humanity foundation value" of this world line underwent a sudden change, and the world rapidly shifted to the Lostbelt.

At that time, an organization called "Chaldea" attempted to intervene, but was kept out of the world by itself.

Although Chaldea's Heroic Spirit, Beast, and Grand Wheelchair-bound Fujimaru Ritsuka, judging from their stats alone, don't seem like they could defeat her.

But Xia Jie believes in the existence of "miracles," and if the other party creates a "miracle," then it is possible for them to defeat him.

Because "miracle" is that kind of freedom, that kind of irrationality.

Therefore, Xia Jie, who believed that doing serious business was the priority, first created a dimensional pocket when she started packing up humanity, and sent the entire Chaldea to the metaverse.

This is his integrity as the protagonist and the big boss; he would never go so far as to trash talk to provoke the opponent into unleashing their full power.

Xia Jie's gaze took on weight at this moment, crushing the concept of Chaldea and the remnants of spacetime bit by bit from the timeline, directing all the information toward nothingness.

This would prevent the gods from using this information and instead resurrect a Chaldea on a conceptual level to deal with him.

"All things should submit to nothingness."

The sound fell from infinite heights, and with it came the disappearance of "existence".

Since Xia Jie has taken away all life in the world, the gods can naturally overturn the table with the same impunity.

Everything begins at the end and goes back to the beginning; the axis and cone of time and space return to nothingness frame by frame and inch by inch.

There are no more laws or principles to rely on, and even the space for people to act and the time for people to think have disappeared.

This resolute decree did not distinguish between friend and foe. Xia Jie could sense that the number of opponents, which was originally nearly a hundred, suddenly dropped to less than twenty because of this divine decree.

The world has returned to a void that is timeless, spaceless, without this or that, without self or others, but it cannot yet be considered a complete void.

Even if the appearance of "existence" is stripped away, the world itself still exists, and the perspective of the root can still see things normally.

"What do you mean? Are you attacking your teammates?"

Xia Jie stared at the biblical god, who appeared in the void like a great sphere of light, with some confusion.

The other party isn't the kind of being to act foolishly; returning the world to the void would definitely be beneficial.

"..."

The sphere of light remained silent, only shrinking incessantly.

Then, from the void, a great sun rose, pure energy blew in, illusory dreams spread, and chaos overflowed.

Those apex beings who could survive independently in the void all joined forces to try to break through Xia Jie's fundamental defenses.

"You are stalling for time."

Xia Jie's tone was resolute; her intangible and formless voice leaped through the void and reached straight to the heart.

Behind them, the supremely true and holy light, condensed into a zero-dimensional point, is brewing something within its own non-existent interior.

Logically, the premise for the "delaying time" tactic to work is the existence of "time".

So, after the "timeline" collapsed, what kind of "time" did they want to delay through their actions?

The answer is that time is a concept that transcends physical time. It is two sides of the same coin as space and is time built upon physical rules.

The latter is a metaphysical abstract concept, which is the observer's definition of the sequence of changes in things in their cognition.

It can be said that the former is the physical timeline, and the latter is the narrative timeline.

Faced with the obstruction of the apex beings, Xia Jie abandoned her tangible energy attacks, condensed her curse power into a blade, and slashed out with the power of the Root.

If the world was intact before, Xia Jie would have needed to downgrade her curse power due to the defect of having quality but no quantity, exchanging quality for quantity before intervening in the world.

Now, with the concept of distance disappearing along with time and space, and the world's rules becoming more compatible with magical power, Xia Jie's magical power is finally able to show its original sharpness.

The blade of cursed power sliced ​​through the void, causing more than half of the twenty top figures to fall instantly, reducing them to less than ten.

Then, the light of the eternal sun scorched the cursed blade, the seamless pure energy enveloped its sharpness, the illusory dream reversed truth and falsehood, and the formless chaos disturbed the principles of law...

The detached cursed blade underwent nine layers of weakening, each layer causing a weakening so small as to be imperceptible.

Then, this blade, stripped of all its magical power, slashed at the source of these powers.

The true emptiness of the Great Sun, the threefold source of pure Qi, the boundless essence of illusion, the primordial order of chaos...

They neither dodge nor evade, but merge their own essence into one, using blades as fire and incantations as furnaces, to temper their own laws through a life-or-death process.

Xia Jie's pupils contracted slightly, guessing what they wanted to do.

"Since I can't win, should I entrust my hopes to the next one...?"

'Although their thoughts are polarized, these kings of love are indeed selfless and fearless.'

"Anyway, I've already gotten the person out of trouble. What's wrong with going through a little trouble now to fulfill your plans?"

He knew that by doing this he was raising a father, and might even raise a super-powerful father who would give him a headache, just like he did in the Death Star Palace.

But he wanted to do it, so he did.

This is the mindset of the strong!

If all else fails, we can just fight it out again in a fit of rage and deliver some divine last words.

As the will of the wielder changes, the principles within the cursed blade are no longer profound and restrained, but are openly displayed to those who are tempered by its sharpness.

Thus, changes that were no longer so small as to be negligible occurred on the cursed blade.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

The loser entrusts everything to it.

Fourfold, fivefold, sixfold...

Like a relay race, three more great figures have fallen.

Seventh level, eighth level, ninth level.

The last three also fell one after another, and the cursed blade became heavier and heavier, but its sharpness only decreased by a third.

Between the cursed blade and the point of light, there was no one left to take over.

The points of light trembled, creating invisible ripples in the void.

Under the influence of the light, those sub-apex beings that had vanished into the void due to the divine oracle reassembled from the void and returned one by one, lining up in a long line before the cursed blade, forcibly creating some distance in the void.

These returnees became the penultimate straw that broke the camel's back.

As the cursed blade sliced ​​through, more of its essence was tempered, and more principles of law were attached to it, making the cursed blade increasingly heavy and stripping away three-tenths of its sharpness.

Even the speed of flight has been reduced to a level that ordinary gods could easily evade.

Xia Jie did not inject any magical power to accelerate the cursed blade, knowing that his opponent would not dodge.