What does it mean that the group members have given me back the light?

These beings who reside in the light do not possess any other extraordinary abilities besides transforming into giants. As long as I act naturally now and leave as an ordinary passerby, they will absolutely not be able to see through my true identity...

The prophet forced himself to remain calm, turned around, pretended not to notice the anomaly behind him, and prepared to leave with the most natural steps he could muster.

However, the sound coming from behind him made him freeze in place:

"You're that so-called Kirieloid, aren't you?"

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Chapter Sixty-Three: The Kirieloids, Annihilated (4k)

"Ugh..."

The prophet tumbled and crashed into the barbed wire behind him, a pained expression on his face.

He pointed a trembling finger at the boy who had walked up to him, his voice laced with a hint of bravado: "You...you actually dared to hit me! I'm calling the police!"

"...Is the thief crying 'stop thief'? That's interesting."

The boy shook his head unmoved. He grabbed the prophet by the neck, easily lifting him up with a slight twist of his wrist.

"What is your purpose in coming to Earth? What is your intention in spreading the rumors about angels?"

"Don't... make false accusations..."

The prophet managed to squeeze out a sentence, and then he was punched hard in the stomach, the pain almost suffocating him.

"I can't wait until you commit crimes before I arrest you."

The boy's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure: "Show yourself now."

You fucking idiot! Are you crazy?!

The prophet was both confused and afraid.

He simply couldn't believe it—this compatible individual before him would act so brutally! Wasn't he afraid of arresting the wrong person? Wasn't he worried about harming innocent people? This was completely out of character for the previous Radiant Ones!

But seeing the unchanging calm in the eyes of the boy in front of him, and the increasing force in his hands, as if he really intended to kill him here, the prophet could no longer hold back.

"You want to be the guardian of this planet, don't you?"

The prophet grabbed the boy's wrists with both hands, his voice suddenly turning sinister and distorted.

His eyes began to glow with an eerie red light:

"Don't you find it ridiculous? Before you appeared, the humans on this planet were waiting for the Kirieloids to lead them, but after you arrived, you not only ruined the Kirieloid gods' plans, but also brought alien beasts to this planet! You brought boundless darkness!!!"

"Your existence is superfluous!!!"

"I'll show you what we Kirieloids are like when we're angry!!!"

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Time returns to the present.

Within the Meta Realm, beneath the crimson sky, a somewhat brutal battle is unfolding.

The silver-black giant rode on the Flame Demon Warrior, each punch landing with the force of thunder, sparks of energy flying with each impact, illuminating the area with flickering light.

"Will you talk or not? What is your purpose in coming to Earth? What is your intention in spreading the rumors about angels?"

"Roar--!"

The Balrog Warrior let out a painful howl. With its last bit of strength, it flipped itself over, temporarily throwing off the giant on its back. Then, it crawled forward on its hands and feet, its shattered body leaving a deep trail on the barren earth. The instinct for survival drove it to flee from this terrible opponent.

then……

A silver-black hand suddenly clamped down on its ankle.

The Balrog warrior turned around in terror, meeting a pair of eyes that shone with a coldness like the bright moon. The next second, it was dragged back without mercy, plowing a deeper furrow into the ground.

Two minutes later—

The deafening explosion resounded throughout the area, and scorching blasts swept in all directions.

The silver-black giant shook his hand and straightened his body.

The Meta Realm began to dissipate at this moment, with golden particles drifting away like stardust.

The giant also silently soared into the sky, his figure transforming into a streak of light, breaking through the gradually thinning barrier, just barely missing the approaching Night Raid fighters.

His figure didn't linger at all, but streaked across the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Minutes later, in a quiet alley on the other side of the city.

A faint light flashed, and Gu Nuo walked out of the alley.

He quickly arrived at a seemingly dilapidated residential building and knocked on the door. Then, with a "click," a small face wearing round-framed glasses peeked out from the crack in the door, looking timidly at the person who had come in.

"Good evening, Brother Nuonuo," the little girl said softly, stepping aside to make way.

Good evening, Xiao Kui.

He paused for a moment, scratched his cheek, and said, "I didn't know you were already home, so I didn't bring you any candy..."

"No, no, I didn't mean that..." Xiao Kui quickly shook her head, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

She paused briefly, her voice soft yet clear: "I just wanted to say... Brother, you worked hard fighting the monsters."

"Ok?"

Gu Nuo was slightly taken aback. Before he could respond, he saw the little girl bow politely to him, then turn around and run back to her room.

His gaze followed the girl's departing figure, then turned to the bespectacled man sitting on the sofa, his tone tinged with doubt: "...Did you tell her about me?"

"She guessed it; the child was naturally intelligent."

Kirino Makio calmly placed the notebook he was holding on the coffee table, tilting his head slightly to look at Gu Nuo. "So, what did you gain?"

"...That Kirieloid was very tight-lipped; before it was destroyed, it didn't tell me why they created angels."

Gu Nuo rubbed his throbbing temples, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

His initial plan for gathering intelligence was to bring Joseph Joestar over and have him use the abilities of his Stand, Hermit Purple, to assist him.

However, considering that the old man had been busy with his grandson's wedding arrangements recently, Gu Nuo ultimately did not bring it up.

He ultimately chose to seek help from Makio Kirino.

The fact that the other party has the ability to communicate telepathically across half the earth or even further, coupled with the supernatural talent of predicting the future within a certain range, is enough to prove their outstanding ability in intelligence gathering.

If Hermit's Purple follows a subtle but powerful super mechanism, then Kirino's ability is a simple and brutal numerical crushing—if you need to find something, just use your powerful telepathy to quickly scan it.

In fact, his choice was correct. Kirino Makio immediately located the Kirieloid. Not only that, he also directly told Gu Nuo where to lie in wait and catch the enemy, eliminating the need for a blitzkrieg.

The only regrettable thing is that, although he tried to interrogate him from the beginning of the battle, the Kirieloid's obsession with certain beliefs reached an almost eerie level of piety. Even when he was beaten to tears in extreme pain, he still held on to his last line of defense.

That Hagi...

"Can you find any other Kirieloids in other locations?" Gu Nuo asked.

“Yes… but how do you plan to do it?” Kirino Makio said, his gaze behind his glasses carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Let's wipe them all out one by one before they cause trouble. That race seems to have a lot of hostility towards me," Gu Nuo said.

"Row."

As if he had anticipated this answer, Kirino Makio gently pushed the notebook open on the table in front of him. The edges of the notebook pages were slightly curled, indicating that it had been read many times.

"...?"

Gu Nuo paused slightly, took the notebook and opened it. Inside, there were neat rows of precise times and locations marked on the pages. The ink was still fresh and damp. His fingertips hovered over the pages before he slowly raised his head.

"You've seen my future again, haven't you?"

He keenly sensed that there was a hint of undisguised pity in the other person's gaze—an expression one would only show to someone who is about to die.

"...The battle before the pyramids is about to begin..."

Kirino Makio lowered his head, his voice filled with a sense of helpless apology and heaviness:

"I can only see the outcome, but I see absolutely nothing about who your enemy is or your chances of survival."

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rim of the teacup, as if searching for some kind of support.

At this moment, he clearly sensed that the day the pyramids would open was drawing near, that destined moment was just around the corner, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps a few days later. The hourglass of fate was rapidly passing, and compared to the final battle that was about to erupt, the threat of the Kirieloids was merely an appetizer.

His precognitive abilities brought him not only intelligence, but also a heavy burden—he could foresee the outcome, yet he was powerless to change it in the slightest.

"I understand."

Gu Nuo's fingertips gently traced the densely packed notes on the notebook. The neat handwriting seemed to carry a heavy weight. He remained silent for a moment, then finally closed the notebook and put it in his pocket.

His voice was surprisingly calm: "I need to get the things I'm supposed to do done first."

Kirino Makio looked up, his gaze behind his glasses complex and unreadable: "Aren't you going to ask me about that ending..."

"After I die," Gu Nuo interrupted him, asking the same question again, "will that light continue to be passed down?"

Kirino Makio stared at him for a long time before solemnly nodding: "Yes."

"Yes, that's enough." Gu Nuo raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Besides, to be honest, I'm still very confident that I can survive."

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This night became the longest nightmare for the Kirieloids since they arrived on Earth.

As the silver-black figure blended into the night, the shadows of Tokyo began to be swept away in a precise and deadly manner. The notebook provided by Kirino Makio was like a death list, with each circled coordinate foreshadowing the end of a Kirieloid.

22:15, Ikebukuro Station West Exit Overpass

Three mysterious figures dressed in khaki blouses stood in a triangular formation, their gazes fixed on a female office worker waiting alone for a bus below. One of them slowly raised his hand, his fingertips glowing with an eerie blue light.

Just as the light was about to touch its target, three silver-white rays descended from the sky, precisely piercing the three men's foreheads. They stood frozen in their raised-hand posture for a moment, then turned into fine dust and dissipated in the night wind, leaving only three empty robes that gently drifted to the ground.

In the night sky, the enormous, silver-black body silently swept past, its color once again becoming almost transparent.

23:02, Roppongi Hills Observatory

Two khaki-clad figures lurked in the shadows, watching the tourists leaning against the railing taking photos.

As one of them pointed a trembling hand at the back of the tourist's neck, the viewing glass suddenly reflected a dazzling golden light. Before the two could even turn around, they were completely engulfed by the beam of light shining through the glass. After the light dissipated, only two neatly laid-out blouses remained, with slightly scorched edges.

00:44, Yoyogi Park Open-Air Theater

Five khaki-clad figures were scattered among the audience, simultaneously raising their hands toward the guitarist in the center of the stage. Suddenly, the night sky brightened as if it were daytime, and five pure white, lightning-shaped beams of light fell vertically, accurately striking the tops of each mysterious figure's head. They remained standing, instantly carbonized, and then shattered into crystalline powder that fell in a flurry. The evening breeze blew across the empty seats, only lifting the five gently swaying khaki smocks.

The massacre was carried out in silence.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no battles between giants, only a terrifyingly precise elimination. The silver-black giants seemed to have transformed into death gods of the night, finding these lurking individuals one by one with the precise box-opening notes provided by Kirino Makio.

Late at night, within Meta's territory.

Golden energy ripples surged violently in the alternate dimension, and the second-generation Kirieloid let out a deafening roar, its muscles expanding and bulging at a visible speed, transforming into a ferocious form of power.

Its enormous fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed towards the silver-black giant, but was caught firmly at the moment of impact.

His silver-black arms remained motionless, and deep within his moon-white pupils, a simple yet profound ox-shaped pattern faintly glowed.

The Kirieloids were astonished to discover that even in their power form, their opponent's grip strength was increasing at an alarming rate.

With a sharp "crack," its wrist guard shattered, and the intense pain caused it to stagger backward.

The Kirieloid roared and charged again, unleashing a barrage of punches.

The silver-black giant calmly parried, each strike precisely intercepting the opponent's attack.

With the blessing of the Ox Talisman, he delivered a powerful backhand punch straight to the opponent's chest, sending the Kirieloid flying backward and carving a deep trench in the ground of Meta Realm.

"xia-!"

The panting Kirieloid looked unwillingly at the silver-black giant before it, whose huge demonic wings suddenly unfurled from its back and it soared into the air.

It moved through the area at an astonishing speed, leaving countless afterimages in its wake.

At that moment, a silver light with rabbit-patterned patterns flashed in the eyes of the silver-black giant, and the whole world suddenly slowed down in his eyes.