Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 722 Cupid

That dark nebula, permeating the depths of the void, writhing like a living thing, devouring light.

It's not a celestial phenomenon at all.

It was a single, or rather countless, terrifying hand formed from pure nightmare will, invisible and intangible yet omnipresent.

They spread out silently, ignoring the distance of time and space, like the thickest and most vicious shadows, tightly gripping each and every divine bubble that could barely maintain its shape and emitted different glows (representing different divine attributes).

Tang Zijun could see that the divine realm bubbles grasped by the dark giant hand were like metal corroded by strong acid, their edges rapidly becoming blurred and dissolving, and the sacred radiance inside being frantically invaded and polluted by the filthy darkness.

Inside the bubble, countless towering figures of gods, radiating either brilliant or ancient light, could be vaguely seen. They struggled to support the crumbling barrier of the divine realm, transforming their own divine power into a shield to resist the all-pervasive darkness and the "formatting" attacks of the rule level.

but...

The darkness was too powerful, too eerie.

Despite their desperate efforts, the divine barriers continued to crumble, collapse, and vanish one by one, like punctured balloons...

Each time a divine realm is annihilated, the light of the gods within is extinguished suddenly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Then, the void was left with only an even denser darkness and a new star (the remains of a god) about to be ignited and detonated!

They...are still resisting!

Tang Zijun's heart, hidden beneath his armor, felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand; immense shock and indescribable sorrow assaulted his soul.

The gods, those who were once high above, ruling the rules, and creating the world.

They did not sit idly by and wait for death, nor did they give up.

They are still fighting.

On this forgotten, ancient battlefield at the edge of the universe.

Using their divine realm as a shield, their divine power as a spear, and even their own source of divinity as the final fuel, they ignited a self-destructive flame, just to create a tiny crack in the all-consuming nightmare shadow, just to delay its complete engulfment of reality.

Every ignited star is a god's final roar and lament.

Every surging torrent of destruction is the resentment and residual power of a fallen god.

And that ever-expanding darkness... is the ultimate nightmare itself, slowly but surely... driving the gods one by one into a desperate situation, crushing and devouring them.

The engines of Langya roared in the destructive torrent, the wheels crushing the floating fragments of star debris with a piercing sound like shattering glass.

Just as Tang Zijun was completely focused, trying to find a sliver of light leading to the core amidst the aftershocks of the god's self-destruction and the oppressive power of the nightmare's shadow—

A voice, filled with utter astonishment and disbelief, seemed to resound directly from the depths of his soul.

"Who are you, and why are you here?!"

Tang Zijun suddenly turned her head!

To his left, in the void almost parallel to the speeding Langya... a figure was tearing through the chaotic energy flow at an incredible speed.

It was a huge figure, about seven or eight meters tall.

He was bathed in a holy radiance that seemed to burn fiercely yet was extinguished at any moment, a radiance that carried a sense of sorrow. This radiance did not originate from Himself, but rather seemed to be a final struggle against the encroaching darkness around Him.

Its form is vaguely humanoid, but behind it unfolds a pair of huge, tattered wings, withered feathers, and even visible white bones. Those wings, which once symbolized love and flight, are now covered with terrifying scars from corrosion and energy burning.

On Xiu's body, a tattered white robe, its original color long since obscured and its edges seemingly gnawed by countless sharp teeth, was draped, barely concealing the wounded divine body.

Although he was in a sorry state, his tall and upright figure and the ancient and pure divine power emanating from him, belonging to the Olympian pantheon, were like the last lighthouse in the darkness.

Angel?

Tang Zijun's thoughts flashed through his mind, but he immediately rejected them. That divine power... it was Olympus, an aura more ancient and primordial than the phantom of Poseidon. His gaze beneath his visor instantly locked onto the other's face, which was shrouded in radiance yet could not conceal its weariness and vicissitudes. A name that had been almost forgotten slipped out of his mouth.

"Cupid?!"

The enormous figure, bathed in the dying light, visibly faltered.

On that face, the details blurred by the holy light, an extremely complex expression seemed to appear, a moment of frozenness, and a kind of dazed feeling of being stung by long-forgotten memories.

"Cupid..." His voice carried the dust of distant time, low and hoarse, "...It's been...so long...for no one...has called me by that name—."

Xiu's gaze, like a tangible probe, pierced through Tang Zijun's crystal armor of ultimate greed and landed on the very core of his being.

The gaze was initially scrutinizing, but then turned into deeper confusion and astonishment.

"You... are you a new god born on Gaia (Earth)?" But He immediately denied it, "No... that's not right! The power within you..."

Cupid's divine perception was incredibly sharp; He instantly detected the undeniable negative energy deep within Tang Zijun's power, belonging to the core of the Reversal World, as well as the immense, controlled power of greed. But what shocked Him even more was the anomaly deep within that core that did not belong to the dimension of reality.

His voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"The person in the mirror?! You are... the new god in the mirror?!"

Tang Zijun was not surprised that the other party could recognize the true nature of her power.

Even a spirit beast like Little Gray could sense the aura of greed that threatened to overturn the world emanating from him. As Cupid, one of the former Olympian gods (though he was known as the god of love, he was essentially a powerful primordial deity), he could naturally see through it at a glance.

To his astonishment... this legendary god of love, who was said to have long since perished or disappeared, was still stubbornly alive in this graveyard of gods, and He was still fighting.

Just now.

Boom! ...

A terrifying torrent of energy, condensed from pure nightmare will and mixed with the chaotic rules and annihilation power left behind after the fall of gods, struck fiercely from the side without warning, like an invisible, world-destroying serpent.

Wherever it passed, even fragments of space instantly turned into nothingness.

Tang Zijun's pupils contracted sharply, and the power of the ultimate greed form instantly condensed into her gauntlet.

But Cupid was faster than him.

"snort!"

Cupid let out a cold snort, heavy with weariness yet still majestic, and his massive, scarred figure took a step forward, blocking the path of the impact.

A huge, broken stone sword, crackled with dim yet still violent lightning, appeared in his sleeve at some unknown time.

That's not the bow of Cupid; it's... a weapon belonging to an ancient Titan or primordial deity, a symbol of pure destructive power.

"Get out of here, you filth!" Cupid roared, swinging his Thunderstone Sword fiercely.

*Sizzle!*

A pale sword light, not flashy and even somewhat sluggish, yet containing the most ancient and purest power of the laws of thunder, struck the terrifying torrent of energy like the first lightning bolt to create the world.

boom-!!

A silent annihilation erupted in the void, and the terrifying energy torrent, powerful enough to destroy a star field, was actually cleaved in two by this seemingly weakened sword.

The destructive energy, like torn cloth, poured violently from both sides of Langya and Tang Zijun, yet failed to harm them in the slightest.

Without the slightest pause, the two (gods) and the vehicle, as if they had practiced countless times, accelerated simultaneously the instant the energy torrent was cleaved apart, and fiercely broke through this deadly blockade.

Only after rushing through the danger zone did Tang Zijun suddenly realize what was happening. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, she shouted at the suddenly appearing ancient deity in rapid succession.

"It's Poseidon! Poseidon sent me!"

His voice, coming through the mask, carried urgency and unwavering determination.

"I've come to fulfill... the promise I made years ago!"

"Poseidon?!"

Cupid's enormous body shuddered violently, and the radiance on his tattered wings trembled intensely.

He abruptly turned his head, and the self-illuminating light, enveloped in holy light, was fixed on Tang Zijun, filled with shock and disbelief.

And... a tremor as if a spark had been suddenly thrown into endless despair.

An unfinished... promise...

Cupid repeated the words, his voice as deep as the echo of an abyss.

His gaze pierced through Tang Zijun's crystal mask, as if trying to see everything deep within the soul of this new god in the mirror who claimed to "fulfill the promise."

In that gaze, there was scrutiny, there was doubt, and even more so, there was a profound sense of pity and heaviness, like seeing a moth drawn to a flame.

He remained silent for a very short moment, as if digesting this news that was enough to shake the entire fallen pantheon.

Finally, His voice, heavy with the stench of rust and blood, seemed to come from an ancient battlefield as He asked, word by word.

"New God...you...you must understand..."

"This is a road...of no return..."

"Once you step in... it's... eternal annihilation... even your very existence will be completely erased."

Faced with this heavy warning from an ancient god pointing directly to the final outcome, Tang Zijun's lips, beneath her shattered mask, slowly and calmly curved upwards into an arc.

There was no fear, no hesitation, only a sense of relief after reaching the end and seeing everything clearly.

He looked directly into Cupid's enormous, shimmering eyes, his voice as calm as if stating a preordained truth.

"I know."

"and..."

"I...can't turn back now, can I?"

The moment the words fell, the enormous shadow in front of them, which devoured everything and represented the origin of the nightmare, seemed to sense the approach of this tiny alien and its resolute declaration, and suddenly... surged.

A pressure of ultimate will, billions of times stronger than before, powerful enough to freeze time and space and obliterate thought... like the collapse of the universe...

It arrived with a roar!

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