Inner Destroyer

　Oh, what a despicable act! How horrible!

　However, when Lady Remina heard her words, she showed no fear, nor even anger. Instead, she looked a little strange when she heard Francesca say this: "Can you summon the incarnation of your leader?"

　"how?"

　Francesca raised her eyebrows.

　"You suspect I'm just bluffing?"

　She made a move to touch the egg, which shone with divine light. But...but Lady Remina did not move to stop her, not even a flicker of energy in her aura—not even the slightest thought of stopping her.

　"Please. I won't do it. You go ahead."

　Remina even said this and even stretched out her hand to signal Francesca to hurry up. It was as if she was very much looking forward to what would happen next!

　"I just want to take a look and broaden my horizons."

　What's the situation?

　Is she scaring me?

　Francesca was at a loss for a moment. She had originally planned to use this trick to buy herself time to escape, or to intimidate others into giving her an opportunity to escape... but what should she do now?

　Could it be that Dracula's wife is also the legendary battle maniac, and really wants to fight with the incarnation of divine power and experience the thrill of combat?

　As for angering the leader, that wasn't even a concern for Francesca right now. She was about to flee Black Spartacus anyway. Whatever Romani Domingo did next was none of her business.

　At worst, she could just escape and find a grave to hide in for ten or twenty years. Even if Black Spartacus hadn't exploded yet, by then, she would have most likely been forgotten.

　In that case, now...

　"Then let me show you my true abilities."

　Raising her hands, Francesca slapped the altar and chanted loudly in Spanish: "Por el oro robado que se convirtió en mi sangre.

　(I swear by the stolen gold that has become my blood)—"

　"Mayberg, your authority to create the world has been tarnished."

　"Use your claws to crush the cosmic egg!"

　"Chaos will devour all false gods!"

　She cut her wrist on the stone of the altar, but what flowed out of the wound was not blood, but liquid gold.

　Even after leaving the vampire's body, the dazzling golden liquid still seemed to have life, flowing into the altar and slowly changing.

　The "World Egg" on the altar began to twist and expand, as if about to give birth to some indescribable existence, trembling violently. A whisper that seemed to come from the dawn of the universe echoed in the air.

　Cracks began to spread across the egg's surface, as if some immense will was struggling within. The shell began to crumble, cracks as complex as the paths of stars. A towering and majestic figure slowly stepped out from the cracks of the "World Egg"—

　By (Silver Coin Messenger)

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　The shadow of Maybeg, the African creator god played by Romani Domingo, has arrived.

　He had the outline of a human, but was clearly much larger than a human.

　His skin was as black as ebony, yet it shone with a mysterious glow amidst the flowing gold, as if he had been born a part of creation.

　His eyes burned with golden-red flames, and his gaze was like that of a benevolent creator and a ruthless judge, so profound that it seemed as if he could see through all the truths in the world.

　His long hair seemed woven from the night sky, its braids adorned with African totems symbolizing life and creation. With his appearance, an invisible wind stirred a low echo through the ruins.

　In his right hand, he held a slender hunting spear. The shaft was made of dark, ancient wood, its surface carved with winding, claw-shaped letters. The blade was sharp and narrow, with faint lightning marks rolling across the edge, indicating that it was not a steel spear forged by human hands, but meteorite iron.

　His steps were slow and firm, and the air trembled with every step he took.

　He did not make any sound, but the unrivaled pressure had already filled the entire ruins.

　Although his form is illusory and looming, he still exudes immense aura, as if a supreme being, an eternal power, is observing the noise of the world with his silent majesty.

　The entire church ruins were instantly enveloped by this solemn and overwhelming power, as if heaven and earth were holding their breath at this divine appearance.

　This is the god of the Africans, even if it is just one of the gods of the Africans, even if it is just the creator god of some peoples in West and Central Africa.

　Although this "he" is illusory and ethereal, just an act from the "Silver Coin Messenger" and an illusion of his ritual, the divine power he brings cannot be ignored.

　No matter who it is, as long as they see it, hear it - or even just sense it, they will understand it immediately.

　Even if you are not there, you will understand just by hearing and sensing it.

　"Wow."

　For a moment, Lady Remina's eyes widened and she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

　"Wow, that's really impressive."

　But she didn't look scared at all. Not even a little bit.

　"This is the shadow of the false god created by Romani Domingo!"

　She stretched out her voice and spoke loudly.

　This obviously intentional action made Francesca even more nervous - what on earth was she trying to do?

　The incarnation of the African God of Creation approached Lady Remina, spear in hand. The world seemed to stand still, as if afraid to interrupt the spectacular battle between the incarnation of the God and the Dragonborn that was about to begin.

　The premise is that there must be such a wonderful battle drama next.

　"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

　Madame Remina didn't even look at it, she just counted down on her fingers.

　What was she counting down to? Regardless, Francesca's instincts, having lived for five hundred years, told her that she should seize the opportunity to escape.

　——Unfortunately, it was too late for her.

　The Shadow of Mayberg slowly raised his spear, a divine majesty that seemed to transcend time and space emanating from him. Gold swirled, the air seemed frozen, and his eyes burned with a fiery golden-red flame. He lowered his head slightly, pointing the spear directly at Lady Remina, carrying a divine force that threatened to bring her to her knees.

　However, just as he was about to swing his spear—

　Boom...

　Boom!

　Suddenly, they all heard thunder.

　They heard thunder coming closer.

　The Shadow of Mayberg paused for a moment. His brow furrowed, and he glanced in the direction of the sound.

　He saw a fist.

　A fist came through the air, as fast as a meteor; the wind from the fist was as violent as thunder!

　The fist kept getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision - it was going to blow his head off with one punch!

　A moment ago, it was just a black dot in the distance.

　In a moment, it had obscured his entire field of vision, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart, and thunder was deafening!

　The golden flame twisted in the air, and the fist was approaching—

　The entire head of the God's projection exploded into golden dust under this punch!

　Five seconds!

　No more, no less, exactly five seconds!

　With muscles as tight as iron and strength as concentrated as a mountain, Qi Xing had already leaped directly from the Vatican City and blasted the dog-head of the projection of the West African God of Creation with one punch!

　With one punch, he knocked the tall and powerful figure to his knees!

　The wounded giant stumbled and fell to one knee. Its head exploded into dust. Red lava flowed from its broken neck, burning like molten blood.

　Instantly, Qi Xing felt pain in his right hand. The heat of the golden flames and the molten blood of the earth seared his fist. But Qi Xing simply suppressed it with brutal force. He advanced again, slamming his fist into the divine figure's chest, ready to crush his heart. Scorching magma trickled out from the wound, but Qi Xing ignored the pain. There were far more important things to worry about.

　The projection of the god, whose head was blown to pieces and whose heart was held, reacted and raised his obsidian fist to hit Qi Xing on the head, but it was too late.

　Qi Xing had already ripped the Titan's heart from its chest, his own hand scorched black. He released the immobilized God's Shadow and raised his fist to the sky. He crushed the molten energy heart into a shower of sparks, like a flaming star. The Titan collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

　What a terrifying power!

　Qi Xing hadn't even used his silver coins to summon the Osiris Armor yet. Was he this strong the last time he fought Romani Domingo, using only his martial arts?

　Just a few hours later, he

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　How did Qi Xing's combat power improve again? Was it because Samael had taught Qi Xing something new, or was it simply because he had figured out the key to fully utilize the power of the silver coin?

　""Rep Master"..."

　The voice of Romani Domingo, the Silver Messenger, actually came from the fallen incarnation of God.

　"I'm saddened that you consider the lives of ants more important than our battle."

　"If you care about them so much, why not just come to my place and tell me so I can stop this ritual right away."

　He sighed, as if he felt very sorry for Qi Xing's behavior.

　But Qi Xing waved his hand and crushed the remaining remains of the giant god into pieces, blocking Romani from saying anything else.

　Hey, Romani Domingo said before that he was in the ancient ruins of Herculaneum, about 200 kilometers south of Rome, and asked Qi to wake up and fight him for the second battle.

　But Qi Xing didn't believe any of this, not even a single word.

　Why should he believe it?

　Is this like judging others by one's own standards? But if Qi Xing really foolishly ran over, and then the other party took the opportunity to jump out of Rome, kill his colleagues, and rape his friends - hey, who would be blamed then?

　Samael had said before that Qi Xing's most fundamental motivation was fear, hatred, and anger towards the world... These words might sound harsh, and Qi Xing didn't completely agree with Samael (only a true fool would completely believe the words of a foolish devil). But at least in some ways, he knew Samael was right.

　Qi Xing was indeed frightened.

　Fear sounds low.

　But understanding and mastering fear can also turn it into strength.

　"awesome."

　Lady Remina smiled and clapped beside her.

　"Although it was only a shadow of God, and although I thought I wouldn't lose, I didn't expect that you, Qi Xing, could destroy it so overwhelmingly."

　But Qi Xing just shook his head and turned to look at the remaining person present.

　Only then did Francesca, who had summoned the "Shadow of Mayberg," come to her senses, sweat pouring down her face.

　The weakness called "vampire" has made her unable to escape the great enemy of the Roman Catholic Church for the past five hundred years.

　To overcome this natural enemy, she joins the obviously dubious project of "Black Spartacus." In order to overcome her weaknesses and because she needs more power, everything she does is actually to keep herself alive.

　So that sooner or later you can reach the "peak" and no longer be afraid.

　All in all, it’s interesting to say that although Francesca is not weak, she is very similar to Qi Xing and never feels that she is “strong enough”.

　So when "Rip Man" punched a projection of a god to pieces, she was only shaken for a moment.

　"I see... This is the famous 'Rip Man'."

　In an instant, she realized that trying to run away was stupid, and trying to fight "Rip Man" was even stupider.

　So she immediately put on a confident smile, crossed her arms, and held her head high: "Now that the real owner is here, it's easy to talk. Let's talk."

　But Qi Xing only glanced at her, then turned away and said to Lady Remina, "The four leaders of 'Black Spartacus' have all been brainwashed by Romani's Tu Bing. With such pretensions, the information she spouts cannot be trusted. Take her back first and torture her until she collapses before questioning her."

　ah? ah? !

　What kind of righteous words are you saying?

　Although Francesca tried to maintain a confident expression, the corners of her mouth were already twitching. "Do you really have to be so overbearing, 'Rip Man'? Do you have to make every enemy kneel down and beg for mercy before you're satisfied?"

　These words finally made Qi Xing turn around and take a second look at the little vampire who was the height of a loli.

　Then he said, "That's not begging for mercy."

　"So what does it mean to beg for mercy?"

　Vampire Loli couldn't help but ask.

　"Wait until you're beaten to the point where you can't move."