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This is the greatest weakness of a hero.

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The figure in my mind...

The ancient god shook his head, as if trying to shake off the unpleasant remnants of memory.

On Elena's face, a morbid excitement once again took hold. Forget all that nonsense; it's just a cub. She was now virtually invincible. This dream, though a prison, was also a constraint for a hero, unless he was willing to draw his sword and kill all these creatures. But was that even possible?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

If you do that, the other person isn't a hero.

Therefore, the scales of victory had already tipped – He was destined to win!

However—just as the ancient god was reveling in this twisted rehearsal of victory, the smug expression on His face suddenly froze!

Deep within the soul, a series of crystal-clear, ear-piercing sounds, like tangible chains snapping, resounded! Those were the very soul links that held Him together in this dream—the anchor points—that were rapidly disappearing!

"What's going on?!" For the first time, terror truly gripped this ancient heart! Its inhuman will instantly reached the town!

His gaze instantly locked onto a figure moving through the dilapidated street.

That fraudster! That liar who stole the identity of the Sealer, who was as insignificant as an ant in His eyes!

How could he...? The lives of those anchor points are deeply intertwined with His will, and ordinary forces simply cannot completely kill them and sever the link!

That requires touching upon the fundamental rules... authority!

No! The ancient god's vast senses instantly detected the key! It wasn't the deceiver himself! It was the weapons in his hands! Those two murderous weapons were imbued with an aura that He would never forget, an aura etched into His very being!

"That's... Damn it! It's the guy who sealed me away!! It's the remnant of his power!!"

The ancient god's will emitted a silent shriek! That damned sealer actually left a backup plan! He bestowed the power sufficient to sever His anchor point upon a... deceiver!

No, we absolutely cannot let them continue like this.

We must stop them!

This is His only, and most likely, chance to obtain the body of a hero!

We absolutely cannot let anyone cause damage!

However, just as she was about to take action—

An indescribable torrent of silvery-white magical power suddenly exploded from the raging tide of moonlight tentacles that had devoured Xiling below!

Like the sun igniting! Everything was instantly torn apart and evaporated by this terrifying force!

At the core of that all-destroying magic—a figure traversed space and instantly appeared before the ancient god!

It was Xiling! The holy sword in her hand erupted with extreme light! The star-studded cloak shone brighter than ever before! Those burning eyes held only an absolute killing intent that froze the soul and... a kind of reckless determination!

The sword falls!

The ancient god hastily swung its massive skeletal scythe to block again, but this time! A chilling cracking sound rang out! A crack was actually forced open on the scythe's indestructible blade! A terrifying force slammed through the scythe and slammed into the ancient god's defenses!

"Uh?"

Astonishment appeared on the face of the ancient god that belonged to Elena!

He didn't even see Xiling's movements! A knee strike heavy enough to shatter stars slammed into his abdomen!

An irresistible force arrived! The ancient god, like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the moon below, which was composed of solidified darkness and shattered light, with a shrill sonic boom!

Just as the ancient god was violently smashed into the moon's surface!

Xiling's figure hovered high in the sky, the tip of her sword pointing straight at the heavens!

[The time of birth has come; let it correct all things.]

The entire dream space trembled violently! The entire dream sky was instantly enveloped by a silver halo! The size of that halo seemed to encompass the entire dream world!

The magic of the hero burned, and an indescribable brilliance and destructive energy torrent crashed down from the center of that enormous silver halo!

The torrent of energy struck the ancient god instantly, slamming his body into the moon's interior with this irresistible force, and then... pierced through! He plummeted towards the pitch-black darkness at the edge of the town!

The torrent of energy did not stop, continuing to wash over the huge wound on the moon, and the dazzling light illuminated the dream space.

Before the light had even faded, Xiling's figure, which had been hovering above the moon's wound, had vanished. As if by teleportation, he had silently appeared directly above the dark abyss that had swallowed the ancient gods.

Xiling knew that the other party was not dead, nor could they die so easily. The hero's intuition clearly told him this.

The holy sword pointed directly at the churning, writhing darkness below.

"So this is the kind of trash you call ancient gods?"

The rolling darkness suddenly stopped, and then a strange laugh burst forth from the deepest part of the darkness!

"Hehehe... Hahahaha—!!!"

With a burst of laughter, an unimaginably pale giant hand suddenly ripped out of the darkness! Its size surpassed that of the town's tallest tower! Immediately afterward, a second giant hand gripped the edge of the darkness, as if tearing apart a thick curtain.

The darkness was brutally stretched open and torn apart!

The figure of a colossal creature crawled out from within.

This is the true face after Elena's beautiful exterior has been torn apart!

His body was slender, his face was like a fox or a rabbit, and vertical stripes on his back, like tentacles or a tail, swayed in the air.

This is the true form of the ancient gods.

"So... no matter what era you're in, you can't be underestimated!"

Before the words had even finished, a gigantic skeletal scythe appeared without warning in one of its massive hands! The scythe tore through space and cleaved down in one direction!

Xiling's figure appeared in that direction without warning, and the Holy Sword slid down hard, with a terrifying shockwave powerful enough to destroy a city rippling around the two of them.

"Damn it! Something's wrong with this guy!"

The ancient god felt that things were getting out of his control. Something was wrong with this hero. He knew the hero, which was why he was so certain about the hero's changes. It was too fast.

The opponent, who had been easily suppressed by Him before, was now able to suppress Him.

"Clearly...clearly! Clearly, even at the end, the power of that one only steadily increased. There was absolutely no way...there was no way such an outrageous and illogical terrifying change would occur!" The ancient god felt a panic of having his understanding completely overturned.

His proud understanding crumbled inch by inch in the face of an outburst that disregarded common sense!

He took it all too seriously! Heroes aren't all the same template! And this being named Xiling... he's the most unreasonable, the most unconventional, the most... outrageous anomaly among all the heroes of the past!

"Pale Moon".

A strange power erupted from the body of the ancient god, and a giant moon spread out from it, absorbing everything, even the bottomless darkness. Xiling instantly left her original position, and the tip of her sword pointed upwards again.

[The time of birth has come; let it correct all things.]

Above the sky, the silver halo once again responded to its master!

A beam of light instantly tore through the dream's sky, piercing the expanding pale moon with perfect precision!

The moon was pierced through in an instant! It slammed heavily into the ancient god's twisted and enormous true form!

The powerful impact shoved it heavily into the seemingly endless, pitch-black abyss from which it had just crawled out! Even such an attack did not cause it much harm.

The key point is that I can sense that there is very little left to stop those chains.

If this continues, my plan will fail!

However, he didn't have much time to think before Xiling, wielding the holy sword, charged into the darkness.

The tiny hero and the terrifying behemoth engaged in hand-to-hand combat once more, while the ancient god's frantic ramblings struggled to maintain his composure.

"Hey! Hero, you should be able to see what that conman is doing in town right now!"

The holy sword sliced ​​through the ancient god's body, and terrifying pain spread from the wound inflicted by the holy sword.

"Why are you unmoved, hero!"

Countless tentacles formed from moonlight attempted to entangle Xiling, but they were unable to keep up with Xiling's speed.

"Don't you consider the people in this small town to be living beings?"

Xiling acted as if she hadn't heard what the ancient god said, and wound after wound appeared on the ancient god's body.

"enough"

The terrifying pale moon descended once more, and Xiling instantly vanished from her original location, arriving in the distance once more.

At this moment, the ancient god was no longer elegant, but a wounded beast, its scarlet eyes fixed on Xiling.

"What kind of hero are you! Those residents all lost their lives within your perception!"

As if the roles had reversed, the ancient god sternly questioned the hero.

"Everyone has their own decisions. What I'm going to do is kill you here and liberate everyone you've assimilated."

The holy sword was pointed at the beast.

The terrifying battle resumed.

Chapter 111 See you tomorrow, good morning

A loud gunshot rang out in the street, and the last person infected with the facilitator disease fell to the ground.

Garland looked at the fallen corpse, let out a long sigh, and murmured silently.

"Just two more steps and it will all be over."

In a very short time, Garland eliminated the more than 3 mutants in the entire town.

As a fraudster, he shouldn't have had such power, but as Father Garland, he did.

The terrifying battle taking place in the distance of the town reached his ears clearly.

"It's terrifying. It has this kind of power even though it hasn't recovered to its full strength."

After leaving those words, Galland walked in one direction, which was his final destination—the Church of Tranquility.

The location of all survivors in the entire Moonlight Town.

The road wasn't long, but it felt exceptionally long to Garland.

He was thinking about a problem, a problem he was about to face.

How is he going to face those people?

"Why don't we just take action?" The conman's slick voice echoed through the quiet street.

After a while...

"Let's just forget about it," the priest's kind voice rang out.

Didn't he already know what to do? From the moment he decided to rebel.

The town's residents huddled in the church in fear, no one knowing what was happening outside.

The moon, already cleaved in two, was pierced once more by a beam of light. On the dark edge of the town, something terrifying seemed to be locked in battle.

People were filled with fear, even the most dutiful knights.

Some people who were barely able to control their emotions asked those around them.

Have you seen the priest?

However, the answer was a shake of the head.

The news of the priest's disappearance quickly spread to everyone, which made them even more terrified.

The priest is their pillar of support. He has always been the one comforting them, and it is under his guidance that they have persevered to this day.

They couldn't imagine what future they would have if even the kind priest who had always guided and comforted them disappeared.

People prayed in their hearts to their faith, sincerely hoping that the priest would be safe and sound.

Elena watched all of this from the crowd.

She knew where the priest everyone was longing for was, and she also knew what the priest was about to do for everyone.

Another loud bang came from outside, and Elena turned to look into the distance.