I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

Don't get too immersed in the role!

She sighed and rubbed her forehead: Tsk... the synergy with the God Era cards is just too high... even affecting her thought patterns...

I almost got assimilated by that true goddess's dark collecting obsession... This is a bit troublesome...

Just as this self-deprecating remark ended, a familiar restlessness, tinged with a faint sense of anxiety, arose.

Like the slightest electric current, it gently tapped at her core.

The source is the Ereshkigal Contract Card, which contains a trace of the true divine essence of the goddess of the underworld!

This wasn't resistance; rather, it was more like... an indescribable concern? Or perhaps a remote surveillance from the true self?

You can feel the "emotional" feedback that comes from the card itself.

The girl, wielding the goddess's power, couldn't help but smile with a warm and comforting curve to her lips.

Okay, okay, I'm not scared, Ereshkigal. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the spot on the card on her chest.

I just got a little too into the role.

Strangely enough, as soon as this gentle thought was transmitted, a subtle restlessness, originating from the card, stirred deep within the divine core.

Like a small animal whose fur has been stroked, it immediately quieted down.

But the response from that divine power was not docile, but rather... haughty, with a hint of "embarrassment at having one's thoughts exposed."

In the sea of ​​consciousness... he let out an extremely faint "humph!" and then, as if he were sulking.

On a spiritual level, that invisible contract card, in a very vivid and anthropomorphic way, suddenly spun 180 degrees!

(Card illustration: I don't want to talk to you right now! Turning away from Ing!)

Halunia could even "hear" from the depths of her consciousness the voice of the distant goddess Ereshkigal herself.

With a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment and coquettish shyness:

...Hmph! Who's worried about you! This goddess is just afraid that you, a half-baked user of divinity, will mess things up and ruin the reputation of the Underworld!

Halunia's smile deepened. Fine, fine, being a tsundere is an integral part of a goddess's charm, right?

(The card in the mental sea: It trembled again! — Probably from anger?)

Chapter 68 I'm a goddess—not a little sister!

The camera then returns to the final showdown between the two Olympic champions—

He was forcibly stripped of his ultimate fighting device and then crushed by such an unknown nobody.

The light of reason in Belial's crimson eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only a raging, all-consuming rage ignited by offense and frustration!

"Scum! Damn scum—!!" His body trembled violently with extreme rage.

Dark energy, like runaway lava, gushed uncontrollably from the cracks in its surface, but it lacked the destructive cohesion it needed.

His arms no longer followed any fighting instincts; they were just wildly flailing hysterically!

It has a frightening momentum, but it is full of emptiness and flaws!

"Ha! Can't even walk steadily anymore? You outdated relic!"

Zero's fighting style, a fusion of Leo's fierceness and his own arrogant nature, now resembled a cheetah toying with a trapped beast.

Each encounter precisely pinpointed the opponent's weakness, accompanied by a heavy thud and a cold, decisive judgment.

Bang! A heavy punch, like a battering ram, slammed into Belial's relatively vulnerable waist joint, and the sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard!

Crack! The knee shot upwards like a battle axe, striking Belial's jaw as he tried to block, sending Belial's head snapping back!

Boom! The lightning-fast spinning kick struck his unprotected abdomen squarely, forcing Belial to retreat in a sorry state!

Beria's roar changed from a furious howl to a painful and humiliating wail.

He was like a dilapidated giant tower constantly battered by storms, staggering and swaying, on the verge of collapse!

That oppressive aura that once made the universe tremble has now turned into a pathetic, dying state.

Just as Belial was exposed with a huge opening due to pain and loss of balance, Zero's eyes flashed with a cold light!

In the next instant! He leaped high into the air, all his strength, will, protection of his homeland, and rage against the tyrant compressed and poured into the tip of his right foot!

It's a flying kick that I learned from Leo!!

"Ora!!!"

boom! ! ! ! !

Belial was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground.

He struggled to his feet, and in the crimson light of the lamp, the violent madness froze completely, leaving only an absolute emptiness torn apart by excruciating pain and horror.

"It's time to end this!!" Zero's figure tumbled and landed in mid-air, using the recoil from his flying kick.

The pair of ice axes above his head, which carried the legacy and power, instantly transformed into two streams of light!

They did not strike at the enemy, but followed the will of their master—

"Qiang! Qiang!"

Amidst the clear, metallic clang like stars colliding, the azure timer, precisely pierced and deeply embedded in the chest by its owner, resonated on both sides!

The moment it was embedded, it was as if the ultimate engine was ignited!

boom--! ! !

The light from the timer's core suddenly surged, like a supernova igniting the starry sea!

A surging torrent of blue energy is about to burst forth!

His arms were fully extended to the sides of his body, using himself as a base, completely opening up the energy core and guiding this ultimate judgment!

Buzz! ! ! !

A blue torrent, embodying Zero's entire faith, the Land of Light's entire hope, and the final judgment against darkness, struck Belial squarely in the center of his chest, which was stiff and unprotected, like a giant bullseye!

"Ugh—Gua!" Belial's stiff body couldn't even produce a complete cry!

The torrent of rays powerful enough to tear stars apart instantly enveloped his entire body!

His entire massive body was violently "slammed" off the ground and sent flying by this irresistible and terrifying force!

The energy of Zero's twin beams didn't tear him apart, but the pure, domineering, and overwhelming propulsive force was like the iron fist of a cosmic giant—pushing, piercing, and propelling Belial's incredibly heavy body against the terrifying torrent of light pressure, lifting it off the ground like a cannonball!

Like a dark meteor, burning with the fire of judgment, hurled violently by the supreme deity, it was carried by the force of the light's impact and plunged headlong into that abyssal river of lava, which was like the heart of hell and churning with viscous, golden-red bubbles.

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Against the explosive backdrop of Zero's twin rays blasting Belial like a cannonball into a river of hellish lava, and a rain of fiery molten lava rising—

Zero slowly lowered his outstretched arms that had been drawing out the light.

He turned around with ease, as if he had just completed a routine training session, his back to the still churning, roaring river of destructive lava that had swallowed Belial.

He even casually raised one hand and showed a standard, handsome, and slightly roguish V-sign victory sign to the crowd watching from afar!

That posture seemed to say: It's a small matter, not worth mentioning!

The entire Monster Graveyard battlefield was stunned into an almost eerie, deathly silence by this stark contrast!

Only the churning lava and the hissing of residual energy could be heard.

Zero, on the other hand, seemed to have just come back to his senses from the exhilarating feeling of his effortless victory.

His golden eyes suddenly swung, precisely locking onto Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, who was flying towards the plasma bulb not far away.

Then, in a very "big brother" manner, with a sense of "I admire you," he raised his sharply defined chin towards the supreme being who controlled the cycle of life and death:

"Hey! That clearing maneuver you just used was really good, little sister!"

The last three words carried a carefree and cheerful quality unique to young people.

Click—it was as if one could hear the snapping of a string in Ereshkigal's mind called "reason" or "goddess baggage."

Her suspended posture was as if the pause button had been pressed, even the movement of her hair stopped.

Visibly, his pupils trembled, his pale golden eyes wide open, clearly reflecting Zero's radiant smile, along with countless miniature exclamation marks that flashed with dangerous red light and bounced around!

Above the smooth, porcelain-like right temple, a small, deep red, cartoonishly jagged "h" symbol suddenly and subtly protruded, as if an electronic stamp had been angrily pressed onto it.

The holy golden divine radiance surrounding him was no longer a gentle, flowing light; it flickered rapidly like a faulty light bulb, accompanied by a few fleeting, deep red sparks, no thicker than a little finger. The temperature of the aura dropped by ten degrees, but it was far from enough to tear space apart.

Little sister?! A mere, insignificant sprite of light, not even as old as my fingernail!!

How dare you... how dare you use such a frivolous, disrespectful, and utterly disgraceful title! It ruins the noble image of the goddess!

Unforgivable! Such blasphemy! It should be punished... punished...

In his mind, the phantom of the Libra Spear coalesced into a tiny tip, but then hesitated, as if contemplating what kind of "refined" punishment could be worthy of this offense without losing its elegance...

For example, should he be a lighting technician in the underworld for ten thousand years? Or should he return to the underworld and work there?

A sudden change has occurred!

Boom boom boom——!!!

Without warning! The entire Monster Graveyard suddenly began to tremble violently!

Chapter 69 Why is this boss such a fun person? (Annoyed)

Zero's bright smile froze on his face, and the cool V-sign he had just made snapped back as if the power had been cut off.

"What's going on?!" His voice carried a hint of annoyance at being abruptly interrupted.

The golden eyelight, like the most sophisticated searchlight, sharply swept across the violently trembling space, attempting to pinpoint the source of this sudden and dramatic change.

The other Ultra Warriors were also rudely pulled back to the harsh reality from their brief moment of relaxation after the victory.

They quickly formed an unbreakable defensive ring. Leo and Astra, who had just arrived, swiftly joined the formation, working alongside Seven, the First Generation, and others to tightly protect the tiny Panlong and the hovering Ereshkigal at the center of the formation.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes sharp, scanning the violently trembling battlefield around them with vigilance.

“This is…” The cartoon tic-tac-toe on Ellie’s delicate face had long since vanished, leaving only a trace of displeasure at being interrupted by this sudden change. But even this displeasure faded away instantly.

A hint of undisguised astonishment and surprise flashed across her golden eyes. Her fingertips unconsciously flicked lightly in mid-air, as if trying to catch an invisible thread.

On a spiritual level inaccessible to mortals (and O), she "saw" the power of the monster souls that should have fallen into absolute slumber and become pure "records" after being suppressed by her powerful underworld authority and cleared the field. At this moment, they were like ice blocks thrown into molten lava, uncontrollably "sizzling" and boiling.

A chilling rage gathered between Ai Lei's slightly furrowed brows, and a cold killing intent flashed deep within her golden eyes:

Even after resting under the sway of the underworld's authority... will she still be controlled by this disgusting creature? It's truly... utterly repulsive!

She slightly raised her slender finger, a faint light flashing at its tip, as if to forcefully invoke the power of the goddess of the underworld, to crush these forcibly ignited, agonizing souls back into eternal slumber as if squashing a swarm of disobedient ants—

【Mommy~ Don't rush~】

A thought, brimming with barely suppressed excitement and as if a perfect scene had been discovered, pierced the depths of Ai Lei's mind like a mischievous child whispering in her ear.

Didn't I give you the original record? Don't waste that kid's experience points!

Yes!

Elena's brows, furrowed with anger and impatience, instantly relaxed, and deep within her golden pupils, a small, tangible, shimmering golden light bulb seemed to illuminate!

Okay, okay... since it's a clear instruction from the client (boss)...

Aileen shrugged slightly with a helpless air, her posture as elegant as if she were merely shaking off an invisible feather.

It feels a bit like... that kind of humble assistant who desperately tries to offer advice to no avail, and can only watch helplessly as the capricious CEO insists on promoting a certain promising talent...

But since she doesn't have to do it herself, it's certainly a way to save effort.

While everyone remained focused on their surroundings, Ereshkigal's right index finger, concealed beneath her wide sleeves shimmering with divine golden patterns, flicked upwards almost imperceptibly in mid-air.

hum!

A slight tremor in the air, so faint it was completely drowned out by the spatial vibration and Seven's warning!

The magnificent and enormous golden [Soul Gun Threshold] did not manifest in a completely physical form, but rather appeared for an extremely brief moment as a semi-transparent phantom, almost like a spatial projection, like ripples reflected in a lake, fleeting and ephemeral.

The instant the phantom appeared, the core rune inside the birdcage, representing the authority to release power, was gently and precisely activated by an invisible force in a dimension unnoticed by anyone!