"Don't you think it's a bit childish?"

Mebius, his hand resting on the sofa, asked in a casual tone.

"Chuunibyou?" Alicia's eyes widened slightly. "It's actually quite touching, and it's also very inspiring."

"According to psychology, domineering attitude and grand pronouncements are often related to the 'chuunibyou' (adolescent delusions of grandeur) in modern terms. Of course, I don't mean anything by it; I'm just sharing a little bit of scientific knowledge."

"Vilvie added casually."

"Uh... Mei seems to have potential in this area?"

Alicia scratched her cheek and asked tentatively.

"...It seems you do have a good impression of the other person." Velvi put her hands behind her head, glanced at the other person, and said casually.

"Tsk." Möbius glanced at the other person sideways.

I don't know what emotions he was feeling, but he clicked his tongue.

...

In that dimly lit tower in the imaginary space, in the corridors shrouded in layers of dark golden mist,

Deep within the long, winding passage, numerous golden patterns appeared on the walls, and something else seemed to appear out of thin air ahead.

"Bianca, Kiana, you've finally arrived,"

A familiar male voice rang out in the corridor, his voice carrying a hint of smugness.

He warmly welcomed the two of them.

"In the name of Apocalypse, I welcome you all to witness this moment of welcoming the apocalypse."

"Domination has been exhausted, and restraint has temporarily vanished,"

The voice was steady, then rose in passion.

He proclaims his existence, and then brings about the end of others.

As for the original dominance and restraint, they were merely pawns in his game.

"But they bought me time and an undisturbed space—"

"It allows me to transcend the Heralds and reach the divine..."

"My heroes, I am truly grateful to you."

"Neither in the past nor now, I have never wanted to lie to you, nor have I wanted to plunge you into despair..."

"Of course, I won't disregard your self-esteem... I'll turn my back on you and take care of you. As for how to end the power of this imaginary number, that's for you to figure out yourselves..."

In the endless, dark gray corridor, dark purple crystals appeared intermittently, blocking the way in twos and threes. Durandal rode her warhorse at full speed, sometimes dodging them and sometimes charging straight through, heading towards the deepest battlefield.

Furthermore, imaginary monsters appeared in the distance, occasionally emitting golden energy beams to obstruct the way.

Kiana then teleported directly to the inside of the monsters, slashing them down one by one before crashing to the ground.

With their cooperation, the two opened up a path ahead and advanced forward, before leaping into the open space to prepare for the final battle.

Two fighting maidens stood side by side; the golden-haired knight rode a black and blue warhorse, while the white-haired Valkyrie's cloak fluttered behind her.

On the site chosen by Otto, a golden sphere of light stood at the center of the hall, tightly entwined by branches of imaginary numbers, bathing the surrounding area in a golden halo.

He slowly walked to the middle.

He bowed slightly to the two arriving soldiers to show his welcome.

Then… he spread his arms, divine power surging upon him, six jet-black wings appearing on his back, and a dark golden spiral floating above his back. In an instant, a black ensemble covered his entire body, including his face…

The symbols of angels and demons are fully embodied in him; his immense power and oppressive aura are suffocating.

He simply hovered in mid-air, murmuring:

"Annihilation returns to this place, and new stars are born from it..."

"This power belongs neither to mortals nor to the Herrscher."

He simply floated silently in place, the transparent barrier automatically deflecting their attacks before they even arrived.

With a wave of his hand, a chain dragged Durandal and her warhorse far away, then erected layers of golden barriers to block their path.

"Come on, my heroes... I've been waiting to fall for far too long."

While fighting him, Otto kept rambling on and on, seemingly at ease, yet it sounded like his final words.

But from beginning to end, he didn't really do anything himself; he only interfered or created things in a figurative way.

Kiana and Durandal were no pushovers either; they quickly overcame numerous obstacles and, in the long battle, depleted Otto's health.

The final blow, the lance attack, struck straight at the opponent's core.

Even the last sliver of health was wiped out.

But at this moment,

But before the two could even rejoice, a tremendous force sent them both flying.

Otto, who should have fallen, slowly rose, golden holy light falling from the sky and striking him. His originally jet-black wings instantly turned pure white, transforming him from a demon into an angel.

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