Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Seeing beyond the surface to the essence...

At this moment, Ye could not see the terrifying monster that others had seen; he only saw the 'Victory Wheel' in the demonic sword embedded in its arm.

As Woland's desire for 'victory' grew stronger, the power provided by the Demon Sword seemed to be inexhaustible, being frantically poured into his body from destiny.

Woland's size began to grow, becoming as large as a small mountain.

At this moment, each of his attacks caused large swathes of earth to collapse.

A deep crater had already been blasted into the ground beneath Ye's feet.

The huge commotion at the royal palace had already attracted the attention of countless people from the outside world.

Similarly, Sigmund and Siguni had already heard the commotion and rushed over, and immediately saw Woland and Night 'fiercely clashing'.

...Bearing his father's dying wish to protect the night, Sigmund felt a chill run down his spine at the sight before him.

What—what is that?! That enemy, as tall as a mountain!

Siguni screamed, "Brother...!! Go save my brother! Sigmund, my brother!"

Sigmund: ...

You don't even want to call me "brother" anymore. "Brother" has become the exclusive term for Czech Fried, hasn't it?

There was no time to care about such things. Sigmund wanted to get involved but couldn't find an opportunity to strike. It was a battle he couldn't intervene in.

Meanwhile, Sigourney witnessed Woland tear through the air with a single claw, striking Night, who was 'too late to escape'.

In that instant, Siguni felt her vision go black, and she almost lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground, powerless.

Her anxious voice suddenly faltered—she was stunned to see Ye Tie take that terrible blow face-to-face without being hurt.

???

Sigourney's eyes gradually regained their light: Brother, you're alright, you don't seem to be hurt?! That's great!

However, if the two knew that what Ye had received was even a strike from a demonic sword, they would probably be even more shocked.

No, it can't be said that he was completely unharmed—a slight change finally appeared in Ye's eyes as he reached out and touched the thin, bright red line that had appeared on his face.

It's blood...

Has she finally broken through her defenses?

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Woland's method of using power was far too crude and simplistic. Even though Night used runes and the concept of armor to fuse with his body, the fact that he could only barely break through after defending for so long only proves Woland's incompetence.

But even if it's just a matter of piling up numerical increases, it eventually reaches the point where it can forcibly destroy this defensive capability.

What terrifying destructive power!

"Very well—finally, you've piqued my interest a little. Now, let me teach you what true combat is! I will crush every enemy before me without hesitation or regret!"

Finally—the night made its move, the Holy Sword—!

excalibur——！ ！ ！

When he does strike, it's a powerful attack hidden within a basic attack. Night simply raised his arm to block the attack as it was about to strike. The ground beneath his feet collapsed further, and countless buildings in the distance collapsed, but Night remained as steady as a rock.

Then—with lightning speed, he slashed back, raised, and fell! A single hand chop struck directly at Voland.

Boom!

A terrifying golden aura suddenly illuminated the horizon! The beam of light shot straight into the sky.

In this sword strike—the brilliance of the strongest holy sword that once shone in Greece is rekindled.

With a single strike, it shattered the Voland Armor, which had become exceptionally powerful due to its stacked buffs, and even split it in two.

Roar~!!!

Woland's body was like a lotus root, its flesh and blood evaporating in an instant before spontaneously reconnecting.

He let out a painful roar, yet he refused to die.

Of course—this is not because its will is so strong that it transcends life and death, but because the power of the demon sword Gram is still at work.

【victory】--!

Before victory is achieved, before this body is reduced to ashes—no, not even ashes… as long as there is a sliver of hope for a second chance, the wheel of victory will never allow it to be defeated in battle.

Having transcended the boundary of death, Voland closed up again from the opening and closing radiance of the holy sword.

Even if the former Grim Reaper or Hypnos were to take this blow, their divine bodies would be split in two, and they would die beyond death!

This is the pinnacle of Greek heroism, a strike that has reached the realm of god-slaying.

Of course—this refers to the weakest of the gods, the ultimate realm of humanity—a hero slaying a god—even the weakest god is still a god.

The holy sword that could kill a god failed to kill the monstrous creature before it.

'Another immortal being?' This wasn't the first time he'd dealt with this type of enemy, but aside from being a little troublesome, Ye wasn't bothered at all.

It's like everyone else is immortal.

Even among immortals, there are different levels.

No, if most immortals are pseudo-canonical and have limits, then that night had no limits at all. Do you understand the true value of the concept of "absolute evil"?

Boom~! ! !

The next moment, a jet-black sword light erupted from Voland's body. After being resurrected, Voland slashed down with his sword. The black and purple sword light directly converged into a light cannon and pressed down fiercely.

It seems that he found inspiration from Ye's attack just now and learned the best way to use a sword. That's right—it's to use a basic attack to hit the light cannon and then zoom in for a close-range attack!

Charge up power—charge up and unleash it!

Is this the Victory Wheel guiding the opponent's growth? That's a bit outrageous!

In an instant, he went from only being able to use brute force to unleashing beam attacks.

Night responded with the same attack.

Boom! At this moment, it can be said that it is no longer a battle between Woland and Night, but a war between the Demon Sword Gram and the Holy Sword Excalbur!

The ultimate holy sword of the night, a powerful attack combining martial arts and the concept of the holy sword, seemed to stimulate the power of the demonic sword itself, completely igniting its belief in overpowering the holy sword Excalibur, this 'stealing cat'.

Although it's highly likely that the one who came later was the one with the sword in the tree.

But at this moment, with the true activation of the Demon Sword's power, Woland was transformed into something like the immortal Berserker from the Twelve Trials next door, getting stronger and stronger as the battle progressed!

It even evolved during battle?!

Chapter 178 Moon Goddess's Arrow, Night: I'm waiting for night to fall, what are you waiting for?

Battle! Light cannons clash!

At this moment, the radiance of the demonic sword and the holy sword shone continuously on the earth and in the sky, piercing through the heavens...

This earth-shattering scene filled Sigmund, the great hero of this era who was still in the process of growing up and should have been awakening his demigod bloodline, with fear as he stood in the spectator seats.

It's like a primitive man seeing two Gundams shooting from the ground into the sky, each shot like a planet-destroying cannon, a scene reminiscent of the entire Spartan world.

They seem like ordinary Greek heroes, witnessing the exaggerated intensity of Hercules' battle when he completed the twelve trials, making one wonder if they are truly the same kind of creature called 'hero'?

What, what, what?!

What exactly is this unbelievable battle scene before our eyes?

Is this the true combat power that a demigod should exhibit after bloodline awakening?

Sigmund now seriously doubted that he was just a useless person who couldn't even awaken his bloodline power. He had originally thought that his combat power was very strong among ordinary people, which was a testament to his status as a member of the divine family.

But faced with the battle scene before him, Sigmund could no longer utter the shameless words, "I am strong."

How majestic and dazzling... it's about to be devoured!

The powerful and vivid scenery compels one to kneel in reverence. The aura emanating from the Holy Sword of the Chosen King seems to speak of divine might akin to hell or the creation of the world.

If the Demon Sword Gram only brings pure destruction and simply releases power continuously.

At this moment, Ye, who combined ultimate martial arts with the brilliance of the holy sword and unleashed a series of astonishing strikes, exuded a powerful and domineering aura during the battle, making her presence all the more palpable...

Without a single superfluous movement, his fighting style was like art, clean and powerful, dazzling and strong—his entire body seemed to be pressing down like the sky.

Bang bang bang bang!

Compressed to its extreme, the final strikes of the lightsaber and the dark sword collided repeatedly in the air. In an instant, the power of the raging demonic sword transformed into a vast array of claw shadows that filled the surrounding space.

Night stood in mid-air, motionless—simply wielding one arm at high speed, using the dazzling light of the holy sword to shatter all the attacks.

Elegant—! Yet pure violence—!

Every strike hits the opponent precisely! Awesome!

However, on the other hand, Woland's power was now occasionally able to cause some harm to Night.

That was the power generated by the interaction of forces, which made Ye's body unable to keep up with the pace of the battle.

He is no longer the same person he was in Greece, who borrowed the original body of the Abyss Goddess to reshape, and he can no longer borrow the power of other gods such as Athena. He is fighting entirely with his own strength, and it is already quite remarkable that he has reached this level...

The body is now beginning to crack and bleed under the reaction force, but the spirit of the night is exceptionally bright and is in a state of high excitement.

It's been so long since I've had this much fun...

He didn't rely on the strength of others; he fought solely by burning himself to the peak of his own power.

Night, with her powerful endurance, completely ignored her seemingly frightening injuries and became even more immersed in the battle.

The battle was awesome!

Not to mention that, despite its seemingly battered appearance, the power left behind by the foundation of creation is still surging forth, allowing Ye's body to continuously transform from destruction to rebirth and enter a state of tempering during this process.

Each time it recovers its energy, it becomes even stronger.

Haha, hahahahahahaha—!

Two 'monsters' who knew nothing of pain, devoid of blood and tears, clashed face to face.

Gradually, Ye stopped even blocking altogether, abandoning defense and launching a frenzied counterattack in pursuit of a more powerful breakthrough.

Even ordinary gods would be intimidated by this level of bombardment—especially since neither of these two is dodging!

No one could withstand being hit by so many light-emitting cannons head-on.

One is a monster that 'imitates' others, an incarnation of calamity that grows infinitely stronger under the influence of the [Discipline] on the Demon Sword and the Wheel of Victory.

Because it lacks self-awareness, its fighting relies entirely on instinct and the influence of the victory law on the Demon Sword. Even many of its moves and fighting styles can be perfectly 'replicated' from the past. If it were anyone else, they would have been driven to despair by this 'fake' that is a one-to-one replica and can even become stronger.