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Chapter 134 The Filthy Body Bewitches the Gods: Thunderous Heavenly Forging (Part 2)

With the blessing of the rising sun, it is activated.

Unfold the rhomboid reflective mirror.

Confirm that the ambient light level is higher than the standard value, and activate the backup magic collection protocol.

The power of the scorching celestial wheel is being transformed into usable magic through the protection circuit.

Magic Pool Filling Progress: 30% 67% 94%
The magic pool is full.

Divine Forging Blessing, activated.

Based on the updated combat data of the "Resurrected Saint," a targeted reconstruction of the mechs has begun.

The armor module has been reassembled, enhancing its magic defense properties.

The perception filter has been upgraded, enhancing its resistance to information interference.

The weapon system was recalibrated to specialize against highly reproducible targets.

The combination of the Blessing of Knowledge and the Blessing of Sleep allows Pantelekia's internal systems to iterate efficiently towards their targets... but what about the external world?

Blessed by the rising sun. When bathed in sunlight, Pantelekia possesses an almost limitless supply of magic.

Divine Forging Blessing. By consuming a large amount of magic power, it performs specialized external iterations targeting the target.

Contrary to Mirad's expectations, the two broken pieces of the remains, which should have been lifeless, did not leak more magic power. Instead, countless fine, spiderweb-like patterns, as bright as molten steel, spread out from the inside of the broken pieces at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Mirad realized something was wrong the instant the anomaly occurred. He swung his light blade in an attempt to interrupt the strange transformation of Pantelekia, but the golden magic blade was absorbed by the crimson patterns on its surface, and the many offensive spells he used at the same time were also dissipated on the outside of the armor.

Countless crimson patterns intertwined, connected, and merged as if they were alive! The two halves of the fuselage that had been cut apart were forcibly pulled back to their original positions by an invisible force, and the broken edges were covered and reshaped by lava-like crimson light the moment they came into contact.

It's neither welding nor repair.

Instead, it was a perfect healing process, as if time had reversed.

Even the outer protective magic coating, which had been cut by the light blade, was restored to its original state. Smooth as a mirror, it seemed as if it had never been damaged.

Not only that.

Accompanied by deafening metallic roars and the sounds of components being reassembled, the Pantelekia's body began to undergo rapid changes as repairs were completed.

The external armor on the shoulders, arm guards, and legs, which arched like a beast, thickened and deformed, giving rise to more ferocious and aggressive angles and ramming horns. The original launch port structure on the back shrank and reorganized, transforming into a larger-caliber, more complex multi-dimensional magic launch port.

Its azure magical light was now tinged with crimson, like flowing magma, radiating energy fluctuations and high temperatures far more terrifying than before.

"In the name of the Lord God, I declare."

Without any emotion, the machine's synthesized voice emanated from its head, and the V-shaped light strips burning with crimson flames focused on Rainmirard.
“Pantelkia, continue the ceremony of receiving the ‘Saint of Resurrection’.”

Pantelekia God-forged scythe.

The attacks were all absorbed by the crimson patterns, failing to stop Pantelekia from upgrading and iterating. Mirad could clearly feel that the danger level of the mechs in front of him had risen to another level.

If all ranged magical attacks are absorbed by its crimson markings like before... then the only option left is close-quarters melee.

However, judging from the sharp angles and horns on Pantelekia's body, it is clearly a body specifically designed for close combat. Close combat might be a more dangerous option.

"...I'm sorry. I don't want to ascend to the realm of the Supreme God until I bring Cretia back and witness and change Rescadeye with Kissfield and deliver the final judgment on Obola."

I had promised Siolitta that after rescuing the residents of Cretia, I would hear her tell me the truth about the monsters.

And in the sky above, there may be disputes and battles taking place.

Rielmegel…the elven girl who always tugged at his ear to make him eat on time, and who cried and hugged him before the battle, begging him not to go to war. If he had the chance, he really wanted to thank that elven girl, and also apologize. And “Dedicated to Theano,” Alexander…the many people of Miradria who longed to return to their homeland.

One face after another, one promise after another.

Before I knew it, I had accumulated more and more promises and agreements to keep.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

…He really can't just withdraw from the world so easily now.

"Forged Relic Ex Caliber".

The holy sword, conjured by magic, was once again firmly grasped by Mirad. The hilt merged with the gauntlet on his right arm, and the light blade that emerged from the gauntlet transformed into the most durable and sharpest scabbard of the Sword of Oath of Glory... Even if it was fake, a counterfeit created through memories, Mirad was confident that it was now no different from the real thing.

Mirad took a sudden step forward, and in the next instant, his figure vanished from his spot. He didn't choose passive defense, but instead launched a charge. Pushing his speed to the limit, he transformed into a golden streak of light tearing through the air, leaping straight up and crashing into Pantelekia!
The crimson V-shaped light in Pantelekia's eyes intensified, seemingly indicating a millisecond-level analysis and judgment of the target's active entry into melee combat.

With its recurved, beast-like legs slamming into the ground, the massive fuselage didn't retreat; instead, it charged forward with even greater ferocity. Crimson patterns lit up on the most menacing ramming horn on its shoulder, like a red-hot anvil, as if preparing for a powerful collision with the charging Mirand!

Pantelekia God-forged scythe.

This form of mech no longer relies on the information foresight and prediction brought by the blessings of broad knowledge and deep sleep as its main operating logic... Possessing greater power, it is more inclined to crush the enemies in front of it with the divine power!
Facing the ferocious impact that shattered the earth's crust, Mirad abruptly sidestepped at the last possible distance. The ram, carrying scorching wind pressure, grazed his chest, instantly charring and carbonizing the skin there. His right hand, wielding the false Oath of Glory, seized the fleeting moment and slashed fiercely at the exposed joint of Pantelekia's rib armor.

With a loud bang, the crimson patterns on Pantelekia's ribs lit up instantly, frantically absorbing and converting the magic power wrapped around the Sword of Oath of Glory. But this slash contained not only pure magic power, but also the condensation of Mirad's faith and power!

Pantelekia's towering body swayed and staggered due to Mirad's attack, and the armor parts hit by Mirad were clearly dented. Even the reinforced outer armor could not be completely ignored when faced with such a powerful slash.

Although the crimson lines quickly spread back to repair the dent, this proved that the mechs before Mirad, filled with the blessings of the gods, were not invincible.

Having landed a successful blow, Mirad didn't hesitate, her figure moving like a ghost as she wrapped herself around Pantelekia's shoulder and ascended.

He knew he couldn't give the machine any chance to analyze the situation.

Only by overwhelming it with a relentless barrage of attacks can it be struck by the next attack before it can analyze and formulate a countermeasure.

Sword, fist, elbow, knee, leg... every part of his body transformed into a deadly weapon. The golden light and crimson patterns collided, clashed, and annihilated at extremely close range!
The enhanced magic emitters on Pantelekia's back lit up simultaneously, unleashing a crimson death beam powerful enough to devour everything. The scorching light instantly captured Mirad, who was circling and attacking it, binding him like a cage descending from the sky... This was not an attack, but a means to restrict his movements!
Thunderous Blessing, activated.

Countless azure lightning bolts hissed and weaved through the joints of Pantelekia, while muffled thunderclaps boomed in Mirad's ears!

Divine Forging Blessing, activated.

The crimson patterns symbolizing reforging and re-forging reappear, this time even more fiery than crimson, a dazzling white that is hard to look at directly!
With the blessing of the rising sun, it is activated.

A massive amount of magic power surged into the machine, creating a powerful resonance with the protection of lightning and divine forging!
Warning. Protected from heavy loads.

The system alarm blared, but the core of Pantelekia remained unshaken.

The priority of the warning has been lowered.

The application for implementation has been approved.

All risk assessments were instantly suppressed.

All the magic was directed to his right arm without reservation.

The right arm armor, which had been enhanced by the three major buffs, shifted and reassembled. A beam of blazing white light burst forth from the gaps and was then filled by the surging azure divine lightning and the crimson flames of the rising sun!

Ultimately, what appeared on Pantelekia's right arm was no longer an arm guard... but a materialized blade of light! Divine lightning and crimson flames intertwined and swirled as the beam of light ascended the skeleton, transforming into a giant sword of lightning and fire under the divine forging!

Astra Phenomena Glaring Thunder.

There was no preparatory movement, no unnecessary foreshadowing.

It distanced itself from Miradra and unleashed a golden flash that swept across the entire white wasteland, combining the speed of thunder with the domineering intensity of the sun!

(End of this chapter)