Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 721 Battlefield of the Gods!

Absolute darkness.

Viscous, heavy, and seemingly capable of swallowing all light and sound—the ultimate nothingness.

Time and space lose their meaning here, leaving only an endless, suffocating void.

In this annihilation realm that even the gods fear, only one beam of light, like a sharp sword piercing through chaos, stubbornly cuts through the thick darkness.

Those are the headlights of the Langya carriage.

The azure light of the chaotic core, enhanced by the ultimate form of greed, coalesced into two incomparably sharp beams of light.

This beam of light is not merely illumination; it is more like a powerful anchor of rules, forcefully carving out a rugged, bumpy path of light in the void, a path that seems to be swallowed up by darkness at any moment.

All that could be heard was the deep, furious, and eternal roar of the Langya engine.

This sound was the only pulse of life in this deathly silence and nothingness, the last and most solid connection between Tang Zijun and this world.

Each roar of the engine seemed to be a primal and fierce battle against the darkness that was trying to obliterate everything.

Buzz—! Boom—!

Tang Zijun steadily controlled the handlebars, feeling the pure and fervent joy and loyalty emanating from the steel behemoth beneath her.

It was a bond that transcended language and understanding.

Langya's consciousness was still hazy and unable to decipher the weight and complexity in its master's words, but its core rationality was crystal clear—no matter whether the road ahead led to heaven or hell, to life or to despair, it would carry Tang Zijun forward without hesitation until the wheels were crushed, the core was extinguished, and its existence was dissolved.

"Heh..." Feeling this unreserved trust and companionship, Tang Zijun's lips, beneath the shattered mask, involuntarily curved upwards into an extremely genuine, even somewhat relieved, smile.

How long?

How long has it been since I've been able to focus solely on driving like this?

On this empty road, where there is only darkness, he pushed the engine to its limit, leaving behind all the burdens, all the complex causes and effects, all the painful choices... the moment he embarked on this road of no return.

At this moment, there was only him and his motorcycle, only the roar of the engine, and only the trail of light cleaved by the headlights leading to the unknown end.

"at last..."

Tang Zijun's voice was soft, mixed with the roar of the engine, carrying a complex emotion as well as a sense of calm as if the dust had settled.

"It's still just the two of us..."

"Whoosh—!!!" Langya responded with a high-pitched engine roar, like the howl of an ancient wolf king.

The car body trembled slightly, the dark blue tail flames suddenly lengthened, and the speed soared again. It sensed its owner's emotions and was expressing, yes, it's just us, but that's enough!

Tang Zijun gripped the cold yet familiar handlebars tightly, feeling the vibration of the metal and the unwavering will conveyed through her fingertips.

His gaze beneath the visor suddenly sharpened like a knife, its crimson light piercing through the darkness ahead.

Langya and he were of one mind! The roar of the engine instantly reached a terrifying high frequency, and the entire car body erupted with an unprecedented ultimate energy that mixed crystal light and abyssal dark currents!

Ahead, the boundary barrier of the dream world, which was completely sealed off by darkness, revealed itself like a fragile eggshell under the resonance guidance of the ultimate form of greed and the reversal channel.

Boom! ...

There was no slowdown, no probing.

Langya, carrying Tang Zijun, was like a shooting star burning with the flames of destruction and hope, ruthlessly and brutally smashing the invisible barrier of the dream world.

moment.

A bizarre, twisted, and insane dream world filled with countless fragments of consciousness and nightmare projections rushes towards her, but Tang Zijun's goal is not to stay.

His perception was like the most sophisticated radar, instantly locking onto the deepest, most terrifying, and seemingly still bleeding wound in the dream world—the shattered void.

That rift, torn open by the claws of nightmares, leads to an even older, darker place.

"That's it!" Tang Zijun's eyes blazed with a bright crimson light.

Langya let out a soul-tearing roar, the front of the car suddenly turned around, the engine power output instantly overloaded, transforming into an extreme stream of light that pierced through countless dream demons and fragments of the mind, charging towards the void rift that exuded the ultimate ominous and annihilating aura.

The essence of nightmares.

That terrifying will that tears apart the galaxy.

That is the ultimate administrator who performs existence-level formatting.

Right now... on the other side of that crack.

This will be the first and possibly the last time I confront a real nightmare head-on.

Countless shattered lights and shadows, like a raging torrent, frantically washed over Tang Zijun's crystal mask. These were fragments of a torn void, remnants of a reverse passage, and incomprehensible turbulent currents of rules leaked when the dimensional barrier collapsed. They intertwined, collided, and annihilated, staging a silent dance of destruction in this void.

The engine of Langya emitted a screeching sound as if it could not bear the strain. On the surface of the armor in its ultimate greed form, the dazzling crystals began to show fine cracks, and the flowing dark gold patterns became dim and sluggish.

The power of the reversal channel has reached its limit.

The path it forcibly carved out is being eroded and disintegrated by this raging dimensional turbulence.

"Hold on, Langya." Tang Zijun's voice came through the mask, carrying a resolute determination to share life and death with his mount. He suddenly poured his vast abyssal chaotic primal force into the core of Langya without reservation!

Buzz!

Langya let out a terrifying hiss, and its dark blue chaotic core instantly shone brightest.

Beneath the wheels, the road forcibly carved out by the headlights creaked and shattered inch by inch.

Just when the road was on the verge of completely collapsing.

boom--!

It was as if an invisible, absolute barrier of pure rules, stretching across nothingness, had been shattered, or as if the last thick pane of glass enveloping the truth of the universe had been broken through.

An indescribable, utter sense of freedom and a deeper, more ancient sense of nothingness instantly enveloped Tang Zijun.

He broke free from the protection of the reversal channel and descended completely into the ultimate void beyond dimensions.

"Awooo—!!!"

Langya let out a high-pitched, slightly painful roar, and its massive steel body suddenly sank into the void.

But in the next instant, its massive, armored wheels steadily crushed several pieces of space floating in the void, like shattered mirrors.

These fragments emitted a faint light, like isolated islands floating in a desolate universe.

The engine of Langya roared in a deep rumble, carrying Tang Zijun and continuing its mad dash along the irregular tracks of the fragments. It was as if crossing this dimension, which was enough to make even the gods lose their way and freeze the stars, was nothing more than a slightly bumpy off-road ride for it.

next moment.

The scene before my eyes has been completely transformed.

It is no longer a monotonous darkness or chaotic fragments of light and shadow.

What came into Tang Zijun's crimson vision was a grand, terrifying, and deathly silent scene of cosmic destruction that froze her soul.

The stars are going out.

As far as the eye can see, the vast and boundless void is no longer a deep darkness adorned with a dazzling galaxy.

Instead, it was a deathly stillness of dark red and deep purple, with countless stars that should have been shining like candles whose flames had been extinguished, leaving only cold, enormous, tombstone-like dark outlines.

The few remaining, struggling points of light, as sparse as the faint glow of dying fireflies, flickered desperately in the boundless silence.

The star is exploding!

In the farthest, deeper darkness, countless stars are being forcibly detonated by an invisible, incomprehensible, and supreme force that transcends the laws of physics.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

No sound came, but the sight itself was enough to shatter the soul!

Each enormous star, like a fragile bubble bursting in the hand of an invisible giant, bursts forth with a supernova brilliance billions of times more intense than the sum of all the light they have shone in their entire lives!

The light was not a warm orange or bright white, but a cold, destructive burst of light, a terrifying interplay of pale white and scarlet, like the scythe of death.

Each burst of light is like etching an eternal, enormous mark of death and end into the void!

Matter is flowing!

The terrifying energy and debris from those exploded stars did not dissipate; instead, they were forcibly restrained by that supreme power.

They converge and twist, forming destructive torrents that stretch across millions of light-years, like gushing from wounds in the universe.

It was a death waterfall formed from the molten core of a star, the torn nebula, the shattered planets, mixed with incomprehensible dark matter and broken spacetime structures, enough to wash away and annihilate all matter and energy in its path.

They were like billions of roaring, pale and crimson pythons composed of the corpses of stars, heading deeper into this void.

A darker, more unimaginable core surged forth.

Cold! Dead silence! Destruction!

This was Tang Zijun's first impression upon entering this ultimate void.

But as Langya carried him over the floating fragments of space, charging forward against the destructive torrent composed of star corpses and shattered rules, a deeper, more soul-chilling truth, like a bone-chilling cold, instantly overwhelmed him.

This is a battlefield!

An ultimate battlefield of unimaginable scale and spanning a timeline that may stretch across cosmic eras!

Each star that was forcibly detonated by an invisible force and emitted a pale white or crimson light was not a cosmic catastrophe at all.

they...

They are the incarnations of gods who are falling, burning away their last bit of divinity and life!

Tang Zijun couldn't hear the sound, but he could clearly feel the final lament of the divine power contained in each supernova explosion. It was anger, resentment, despair, and a resolute resistance that erupted with the last and most brilliant light at the cost of self-destruction.

That raging torrent of destructive matter, stretching across millions of light-years, is not a natural cosmic phenomenon.

That was the chaotic remnants of rules and power, a mixture of divinity and chaos, released when a god fell, after the collapse of their divine realm and the shattering of their authority.

Chaotic divine power and shattered cosmic rules collided, tore, and annihilated wildly within it, forming a long river of death powerful enough to wash away and dissolve everything.

They are both the aftermath of the gods' deaths and the most terrifying stray bullets and poisonous miasma on the battlefield itself.