Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 408 Power is the supreme rule; the existence of all things inherently possesses a clear hierarchy.
However, Artoria and that old man Zhong are different.

Even if she were to use the unique aspects of the real world to elevate her strength to the sixth rank within the spiritual energy system, it would be difficult to say that she would possess such an almost innate, nationwide perceptual ability.

She is the King of Knights. Her power comes from the Holy Sword, from the faith of the people, from her own beliefs and chivalry, rather than from the domination of the "land" itself.

She did not have that kind of "power".

unless
A thought flashed through Victoria's mind.

Unless Artoria can find a way to transcend her original spirit origin and legendary realm, and establish an unprecedented and deeper connection with this land in an unexpected way, thus "possessing" similar abilities.

But this is easier said than done?

That almost means a reshaping of the path, or even a transformation of status.

Artoria understood this, so she simply uttered those words, expressing a vision that seemed unattainable at the moment.

She didn't continue speaking, but silently suppressed that deep longing and resentment, turning it back into the strength that supported her to continue standing and moving forward.

Silence once again enveloped the master and servant.

Artoria took a deep breath, suppressing the sharp pain in her left shoulder and the exhaustion in her body, and straightened her spine; the sense of confusion and powerlessness remained, but her duty as king prevented her from succumbing to it.

She had to clean up the mess, or at least confirm if there were any survivors who needed help.

Although, the moment she arrived on this battlefield, her keen "intuition" had already told her that, apart from the boundless silence and the wailing of destruction, there was only that ferocious existence that shone like a dark sun, exuding a pure thirst for battle.

Her intuition, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, pointed entirely to the threat that had to be eliminated first, leaving no room or clue for any other faint possibility.

At this moment, the threat has disappeared.

Artoria began to walk step by step on the ruins that still exuded heat and a burnt smell.

Support from other cities would arrive soon, but she couldn't wait any longer.

Her steps were slow, her turquoise eyes carefully scanning every corner where life might be hiding: beneath the twisted steel frame, in the gaps between collapsed concrete fragments, and even inside the wreckage of vehicles overturned by the shockwave.

There was absolutely no sign of life, not a single one.

This former city, along with its inhabitants, has been completely erased from maps and history in this sudden disaster and the subsequent battle between two "inhuman" beings.

The king's sense of duty seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

She stood silently for a long time, and then, facing the boundless ruins, she slowly and solemnly lowered her head.

Like a silent mourning, for all those who died on this land who did not receive rescue or even leave their names.

Meanwhile, in Gaul, across the strait, another conflict was taking place, one that was completely different yet equally intense.

"Clang!"

The clang of metal clashing pierced the air, and a white figure floated backward, landing gracefully on an ancient tree stump that had been severed in half by the previously released power, as if standing on a throne.

He was tall and slender, with long, silvery-white hair that cascaded down like a cold spring under the moon. He had an elegant crescent moon mark on his forehead and two striking red demonic patterns on each cheek, which added a touch of eerie mystery and nobility to his incomparably handsome and icy-jade-like appearance.

Her golden eyes were bright and clear, like amber, reflecting all things in the world, yet it seemed that nothing was reflected in them, only an ancient indifference.

His white kimono, adorned with hexagonal plum blossom patterns, was spotless, as if the collision that had just ripped through steel was merely a gentle breeze.

His composed demeanor and chilling aura stood out starkly against the devastated environment, as if he were the only real being in the place.

A distance away from him, Joan of Arc stood firmly, her spear, adorned with a flag, deeply embedded in the ground.

She wore a silver and blue knight's armor, over which was a white battle skirt with iris crests. Her long golden hair was tied in a ponytail, and her heroic face was now filled with seriousness and unyielding determination.

"Powerful visitor from another world, I reiterate, we mean no harm! But if you insist on harming those behind me, I will defend them with my banner to the very end!"

Joan of Arc's voice was clear and powerful, piercing through the pervasive demonic aura.

Upon hearing this, Sesshomaru's golden pupils shifted slightly, landing on Jeanne d'Arc. His expression remained unchanged, but the surrounding icy demonic aura seemed to become even more concentrated.

"guard?"

“Mere humans, gathered here, armed and blocking my way.”

"Since they did this, they must pay the price."

He spoke softly, his voice clear and cold like the clash of jade stones, carrying a natural detachment and scrutiny as he explained what he considered self-evident truths.

Arriving in this unfamiliar place, he simply followed his habit and walked in a straight line, only to encounter this group of "humans" who, despite their weak aura, dared to block his way.

For him, removing offenses was a matter of course.

"It is their duty to be stationed here and guard the territory!"

"You suddenly appeared and demanded that we make way for you; this is a strategic military location, how can we abandon it because of your words? My men are holding their posts, how can you say they have offended us?" "What is truly offensive is your attempt to force your way through by force, even your disregard for human life! I will never allow such a thing to happen!"

Joan of Arc's voice was resolute; she clearly sensed a huge gap in their understanding.

The other party did not harbor ordinary malice, but rather a kind of... indifference based on a completely different world.

But that was not a reason for him to attack her subordinates.

A faint ripple flickered in Sesshomaru's golden eyes, as if he were slightly reacting to Jeanne d'Arc's words.

In his long-held understanding, powerful beings possess absolute right to move, and it is only natural that weak creatures that dare to obstruct them will be eliminated.

The fact that these humans gathered here became an obstacle in his path. After being refused when he asked to make way, he took the most direct approach to clear them away. What was wrong with that?

"Duty? Guarding?"

His cool voice carried an indifferent emotion.

"Do you expect the strong to abide by the rules set by the weak because of these things?"

As a demon, Sesshomaru does not harbor deep-seated hatred for humans, but he does have a natural contempt and disregard for them stemming from the difference in their levels of existence.

In his eyes, there is no essential difference between humans and the grass, trees and stones by the roadside; the only difference may be that some humans are more of a nuisance.

When humans blocked his way, the fact that he asked them to move aside instead of simply eliminating them was already the greatest possible "politeness" and "patience" he could demonstrate based on his superior strength.

In his view, power is the supreme rule, and the existence of all things inherently has a clear hierarchy.

His existence is far superior to that of humans; this is an undeniable and indisputable fact.

Therefore, he has no reason, nor is he required to, abide by any rules set by humans themselves.

Since this human woman in front of him possesses considerable strength and can be considered a "strong person," he should understand and be aware of this.

Joan of Arc frowned deeply as she listened to the other person's cold and self-righteous remarks.

The other party's words revealed something quite undisguised.

That is human life, which he considered as insignificant and worthless as grass.

Therefore, because her subordinates did not immediately make way for him, he regarded them as obstacles and wanted to remove them.

There was no anger in it, only a "cleanup" born of indifference to life.

arrogant!

Utter arrogance, stemming from an absolute disparity in species and power!
Joan of Arc could hardly imagine how many lives in the world he came from had vanished worthlessly at his hands simply because they were "in his way."

"The strong wield their swords against the stronger, not the weaker."

"If you insist on using your cold 'reasoning' to trample on the 'order' I'm protecting."

Joan of Arc's voice turned completely cold, and the holy light gathering on the banner shone even brighter, just like her unbreakable will at this moment.

She raised her spear, its tip pointing directly at Sesshomaru. A vast and boundless holy light shot into the sky, like the light of dawn tearing through the darkness, powerfully dispelling the suffocating demonic aura around her.

"Then let's let strength speak for itself!"

"I will be here, with this flag, to tell you that the weight of human faith and life is not something you can take lightly!"

Sesshomaru looked at her quietly, his golden pupils showing no anger or displeasure at being provoked, only a deep calm.

For him, every true strongman must possess an unquestionable will, and the conflict of wills is the norm in the world. The ultimate arbiter has always been absolute strength.

The brief collision just now was merely a test. He could sense that this human woman's power was extraordinary; her warm yet resilient radiance was unlike any other form of energy he knew. However, this was not enough to make him change his principles.

Since words cannot make the other party understand the gap between us, let's prove it with facts.

He didn't speak again, and the surrounding air instantly became thick and cold, as if an invisible domain had been opened.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost in the next instant. His speed was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it. Only a cold killing intent pierced straight towards Joan of Arc!
However, Joan of Arc seemed to have anticipated his actions.

Driven by her belief in protection, her "Revelation" ability grants her an extraordinary sensitivity to such direct offensive intentions.

Just a moment before Sesshomaru's claws were about to touch the armor on her chest.

"boom!"

A dull thud!

Joan of Arc didn't even swing the flagpole wildly; she simply slammed the base of the flagpole against the ground to her side as if by accident!
Pure and vast holy light suddenly erupted from her center, transforming into an invisible yet powerful force, like a towering wave suddenly surging from the calm sea, rushing forward fiercely!

(End of this chapter)