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Xiling: Holy crap, are you serious?

Battle of the Ninety-Sixth Temple

Jingu's gaze froze.

He seemed to see something unbelievable: the sun... rose.

On the lush grassland.

It should have been nightfall, with stars covering the sky, but at this moment...

A sun hangs suspended in the sky! Not the first light before dawn, but a complete and undeniable sun!

It radiates a dazzling light, overlooking everything on the earth.

Beneath the sun stood a figure. Despite the absence of darkness, a golden ring, seemingly forged from radiance, solemnly appeared and rotated behind him, emanating an aura identical to that of the blazing sun above.

His eyes, burning like a sun, gazed down upon Jingu—and the colossal goddess of creation.

"No...impossible!" Jin Gu instinctively took a step back. This was illogical! This! This!

However, no matter how much Jingu denies it, reality is reality, and the sun has indeed risen at this moment!

Tiamat's advance has come to a halt. Before that figure standing under the blazing sun falls, the goddess of creation, symbolizing the primordial sea, will stop here.

Jin Gu was unwilling to accept this!

We were just one step away!

How could you stop here!

Jingu wanted to leave and head straight for Uruk; the guy before him was too strange. But from the moment he entered this territory, he had become a prisoner! It was all too late! The invisible cage had already fallen...

He... can't get out!

......

The people on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the figure disappear before their eyes.

“Mr. Kevin… he really did it!” Mashu’s voice trembled slightly as she loosened her grip on the shield, her knuckles white from the force. The girl’s eyes were filled with disbelief. In her numerous observations at Chaldea, it was clearly stated that the opponent’s peak power was closely related to daylight… yet now it was truly night! He had actually, single-handedly, stopped the Mother Goddess of Creation!

"It's a Reality Marble!" Dr. Roman's excited shout, almost cracking, instantly dispelled everyone's doubts. "The Reality Marble that Mr. Kevin used pulled Tiamat into his inner world!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her hand and fiercely wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. A smile of relief crept onto her tired face: "Phew... What a day of ups and downs, my heart was pounding."

She felt that all the surprises she had experienced in all the previous singularities combined couldn't compare to the weight of this day in the Seventh Singularity...

In Chaldea, Roman slumped heavily into a chair, a weak smile forcing a smile across his face. "Yes, today has been quite an up-and-down day."

An unknown teammate.

Goddess of creation.

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besides......

Goetia.

"Roman!" Leonardo da Vinci's serious and urgent voice rang directly in his ears, interrupting his thoughts, "We've found it! The source of the Goetia spirit origin reaction!"

Roman nodded, then turned his serious gaze to the singularity coordinates indicated by Leonardo da Vinci.

However, as Chaldea conducted a deep scan and analysis of that coordinate, all the busy staff in the command hall slowed down, and an incredulous look appeared on their faces. Some even subconsciously rubbed their eyes, wondering if the equipment had malfunctioned.

On their screens, it was clearly displayed that what was detected in the target area were the unique spirit origin reactions belonging to the seventy-two demon gods under Goetia's command that they had previously captured, exactly seventy-two in number!

But strangely, these spirit origin signals are not stable. They flash wildly at a dizzying speed! Almost every second, multiple spirit origins dissipate.

But what's even more terrifying is that, almost simultaneously, the same number of Spirit Origin Reactions were resummoned in the same locations!

The cycle of dissipation and summoning is extremely fast, with the number fluctuating wildly around a total of 72.

This scene far exceeded any record in the Chaldean database.

It was less a battle and more like a cold, relentless, and ruthless execution ground—"...an execution ground?" Roman's voice was hoarse, an unbelievable thought emerging, "Like...the seventy-two demon gods being repeatedly and endlessly killed?"

As people attempted further investigation, fragmented images began to emerge.

Scene 1:

One sword, two swords, three swords.

Amidst the ruins, a figure flashed and charged forward frantically. The clothes that were once a gift from a friend, which should have been pristine white, were now completely soaked in a thick, crimson stain, indistinguishable as either the blood of the enemy or his own, or perhaps the two had long since become indistinguishable.

Each swing of the sword brought forth a rain of blood, and arrogant laughter continuously erupted from the blood-stained figure.

"Hehehehehe..."

"Hahahahahaha——!"

"Come, Goetiah!"

With a roar, accompanied by a simple yet incredibly fast leap and thrust, the holy sword transformed into a silver meteor, instantly piercing through the massive trunks of the three demonic pillars blocking its path!

Scene 2:

He had barely landed on the scorched earth covered with rubble, and before he could even get his footing, several magical cannons powerful enough to vaporize mountains, accompanied by piercing screams of destruction, had already locked onto and enveloped him from different angles!

However, what made the observer's heart stop was that the figure showed no intention of dodging at all! He actually... stepped forward head-on into the magical storm that was powerful enough to level a city!

"boom--!!!"

A torrent of magic washed fiercely over his body.

But that figure, like a giant boulder in mythology blocking a torrent, actually cleaved the destructive flood of magical energy in two! The violent energy flow, as if crashing into an unshakeable rock, was forced to scatter and splash to both sides! In this brief energy gap, the holy sword in his hand erupted with an even more dazzling silver-white light, and a huge crescent-shaped sword light swept out! "Buzz—!" With just one strike! Within his field of vision, all the demonic pillars that attempted to block his path and launch another attack were wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand, instantly turning into scattered ashes!

Scene 3:

The moment those demonic pillars turned to ashes, magical energy surged violently in the air, and new, identical demonic pillar shells materialized and took shape out of thin air! Their empty eye sockets flashed with a scarlet light; they had no souls, no fear, only the absolute command instilled by Goetia—stop that madman at all costs!

Scene 4:

A magic cannon, thicker than any before and imbued with a terrifying aura of destruction, precisely targeted Xiling as he charged forward at high speed! Its power was so ferocious that it instantly neutralized all of Xiling's forward momentum, even pushing him backward and carving a deep trench in the ground!

Immediately afterwards——

"Boom——!!!"

An unprecedentedly terrifying explosion erupted from the ground! A mushroom cloud, a mixture of flames, dust, and destructive magic, shot straight into the sky! The shockwave from the explosion swept across the entire Temple of Time and Space—this was a strike from the Demon King Goetia!

Scene 5:

Before the smoke and dust from the explosion had completely dissipated, a meteor shot out from within! His speed was unbelievable; the smoke and dust behind him couldn't even fill the gap created by his breakthrough! His target was singular—the figure seated at the center of the collapsed throne, Goetia.

Goetia was clearly prepared; there was no surprise in his eyes, only deep solemnity and... indescribable frustration.

His heart was pierced, his limbs were broken, and even his head was blown apart, but his opponent did not hesitate at all. His goal was very clear: to stop his great cause!

why?

Why is it?

Why is the other party standing against me?

Before his raised palm, unimaginable, terrifying energy was gathering and compressing! At the same time, the newly resurrected demonic pillars, like the most loyal swarm of bees, fearlessly rushed towards the meteor, layer upon layer, trying to use their bodies to buy that brief fraction of a second enough to complete the charging!

Scene Six:

"Gotia!!!" A roar drowned out all the booming sounds! The sharp edge of the holy sword cleaved through everything in its path, arriving in front of Gotia and colliding with the terrifying magical beam! It was not a physical collision, but a clash of pure magic and will to the extreme!

"Clang—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening roar beyond description! No shockwave spread, for all the energy was compressed into that single point of impact! The Temple of Time and Space, like a shattered mirror, was instantly covered in a spiderweb of black cracks! The entire structure of the temple groaned under the strain, as if it would shatter and collapse completely at any moment!

But... it was only an impression.

At the critical point of complete spatial collapse, a massive power emanating from the core of the temple surged forth, instantly healing the terrible cracks and restoring the destroyed architectural structures as if a video were playing in reverse.

This is the source of Goetia's confidence—as long as the temple exists, the demon god will never die; as long as the demon god lives, the temple will never perish! This is a near-unsolvable cycle!

Scene 7:

Goetia stared at the mangled face. In the collision, half of Xiling's cheek had been grazed by the violent energy, and his skin and muscles had instantly carbonized and peeled off, revealing his stark white cheekbone and teeth. Smoke was still sizzling from the edges of the wound.

Upon witnessing this, Goetia asked this crazed enemy for the first time: "Human...don't you feel pain?!"

"Human! What is your purpose in standing before me, obstructing my great cause?!"

Almost simultaneously, hundreds of top-tier magic cannons bombarded Xiling from all directions! They struck Xiling precisely!

The destructive light once again engulfed him and pushed him off the throne.

Without hesitation, Goetia raised her hand, and a precise beam of magical energy shot towards her own chest—where the remnants of the Holy Sword's sharp will had left a wound. The beam swept across, instantly vaporizing and erasing the wound and its surroundings.

Scene 8:

At the epicenter of the explosion, smoke and dust slowly settled. A person stepped out, his clothes almost completely reduced to ashes, revealing a similarly charred body covered in gruesome wounds that were rapidly healing.

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts!

However, on Xiling's face, which was mostly burned and revealed as bones, there was not pain, but a smile!

The holy sword was pointed at Goetia on the throne.

"Wasn't it...you who came to us first?!"

"I'm just... making you pay for your crimes in blood!"

The silver light of the holy sword surged once again!

"Come on, Goetia! Our battle... is not over yet!" On the throne, Goetia looked at the enemy, who was bearing terrible wounds and was charging forward like an undead monster. My wisdom cannot comprehend such a being.

"...In the end, he was just a mad beast!"

This is what Chaldea observed: an unimaginable, protracted war.

Two monsters unaware of death.

In the frenzied battle, the number of times the Demon Pillar died, as observed by them, had reached tens of thousands.

......

In this battle, neither side dares to be careless. If the battle gets out of control, the future seen by the clairvoyant will become reality, and the other side only needs to swing their sword and defeat the enemy in the fastest way possible!

Hiling was hit by the attack again! She reached the edge of the temple...

His injuries healed instantly.

Xiling looked at Getia on the throne; Getia's eyes seemed to be constantly predicting the future.

"...They're really troublesome."

"Seeing the future and all that!"

Xiling, wielding the holy sword, launched another charge!

Goetia watched the charging figure in silence, his eyes reflecting his own future—death.

The opponent's sword was getting faster and faster.

I'm already feeling quite exhausted.

Aside from my initial carelessness in not using my clairvoyance from the start, which resulted in my arm being severed by the opponent's sword.

In the subsequent battles, he never let the opponent get close to him again.

But now, not only can the other party get close to me, they can also hurt me...