Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 723 Gods

This pressure is not an energy shock, but it is more deadly than any physical attack. It acts directly on existence itself, on the core of thought, and on every information particle that constitutes the self.

The void seemed to solidify instantly into a wall of despair more dense than a neutron star, and the concept of time was completely frozen and erased.

Tang Zijun felt that the speed of her thoughts had been forcibly slowed down a billion times, and every thought felt like it was stuck in a viscous, sticky substance.

Struggling forward through the frozen asphalt, a sharp alarm sounded deep within his soul—the wailing of the core of the ultimate form of greed, the primal force of chaos, the sleeping lord of the deep sea, cowering in fear.

Tang Zijun and Cupid almost simultaneously looked up sharply, their eyes, one blood-red and the other burning with an indomitable divine fire amidst the broken holy light, both fixedly staring at the enormous nightmare shadow in the center of the void, slowly absorbing the remains of the gods...

Cupid's enormous, scarred body suddenly sank into the void, his tattered wings trembled violently, and his dying divine light flickered wildly, like a candle in the wind.

Xiu's voice carried a solemnity and certainty, as if facing the ultimate enemy head-on, like the tolling of a heavy death knell.

"He...saw you."

"He?!" Tang Zijun's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the cracks of extremely cold metal, each syllable incredibly difficult to utter. "What is He?!"

Cupid did not answer.

This ancient god, who had endured a long war of gods and witnessed the fall of countless comrades, once again... raised the broken stone sword wrapped in dim lightning in His hand with immense weight.

The ancient runes on the sword flickered with difficulty under immense pressure, as if they were about to be extinguished completely at any moment, their actions serving as a response—preparing to meet the impact!

Tang Zijun's mind raced, and almost at the same instant Cupid raised his sword, a card with golden abyss patterns flowing around its edge instantly materialized between his fingers. Without hesitation, he swiped it through the card slot on his arm.

【Masked Armor!】

The cold, electronic voice struggled to ring out amidst the frozen will!

hum!

A dazzling, azure light, seemingly containing the boundless power of the ocean, suddenly erupted.

A massive, majestic trident, brimming with liquid lightning and the power of the ocean—the Golden Trident—appeared out of thin air within Tang Zijun's gauntlets covered in crystal and dark gold patterns.

No words are needed.

Two figures: one an ancient god clad in tattered holy light, wielding a thunderstone sword; the other a figure clad in crystal armor...

Humans (the new gods) who wield the power of the sea god, under overwhelming pressure, simultaneously unleash their last and strongest radiance of will.

Boom! Boom!

Two distinct yet equally indomitable beams of light shot into the sky.

One was a pale, lightning-like sword light erupting from Cupid, carrying the destructive aura of an ancient Titan and the final burning of divinity.

One was the azure sea god's halberd, which Tang Zijun activated in its ultimate greed form and infused with the power of chaos and the divine might of Poseidon.

The two beams of light were not an attack, but a confrontation.

Like two dams formed by will and authority, they crashed fiercely and resolutely into the intangible yet omnipresent, crushing pressure of the ultimate will.

Buzz—! ! !

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deeper, more despairing stillness.

The void seemed to be paused. Where the two beams of light collided with the invisible pressure, space twisted and folded wildly like crumpled silk, emitting a sharp, unbearable groan, as if the very structure of the universe itself was groaning.

However, just as the two beams of light were struggling to withstand most of the overwhelming pressure that was enough to obliterate thought, an indescribable, chilling sense of being watched...like billions of invisible, barbed ice needles, instantly pierced through Tang Zijun's crystal armor of ultimate greed, ignoring the obstruction of the chaotic primal force, and precisely and cruelly...stabbed into the core of his consciousness.

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—! ! ? "

Tang Zijun let out a painful groan, and her body swayed violently on Langya.

The feeling... was as if the soul was forcibly peeled away, and every thought, every memory, every trace of existence was scanned and analyzed without reservation by a pair of cold, indifferent, huge eyes that seemed to be observing the struggle of ants.

At that moment, he finally understood the true meaning of Cupid's words, "He sees you!"

Deep within the core of that vast, indescribable, all-consuming dark nebula...

Absolutely...

There exists a...

Or rather, a kind of... thing.

An ultimate will entity that possesses the abilities of "observation" and "cognition," and is superior to the gods...

And at this moment, the gaze of this will-driven entity...

It's proceeding without reservation, with pure scrutiny and cold calculation...

It was locked onto him—Tang Zijun—this tiny alien who dared to trespass into its territory!

It is merely being observed, merely this cognitive lock from the level of existence.

This made Tang Zijun feel that the very foundation of her existence was shaking violently.

Cupid's enormous divine body trembled violently, and the holy light on his tattered wings dimmed by more than half in an instant, as if even his ancient divine soul would freeze and shatter under this gaze.

The true nature of the nightmare... is not merely a mass of energy or a concept.

It is an ultimate being that possesses will, possesses eyes, is alive, thinks, and has a will.

And this was their first real encounter...

Its terror... has surpassed all of Tang Zijun's imagination.

Just as that icy gaze from the source of the nightmare was like a million ice needles, about to completely freeze Tang Zijun's mind and dismantle the foundation of his existence, even Cupid's broken divine body groaned under the weight of this gaze at the critical moment!

A dazzling, pure light, seemingly capable of dispelling all darkness and despair, burst forth from the void behind Tang Zijun, as if a star burning with all its divinity and life had suddenly exploded in the abyss of the universe!

This light was not a blazing flame, but rather a sacred purifying power that penetrated the soul, cleansed impurities, and dispelled evil. The moment it appeared, it seemed as if even this desolate battlefield, filled with the resentment of fallen gods and the pollution of nightmares, was briefly illuminated and purified.

Tang Zijun suddenly felt the chilling, piercing feeling of being watched, like a leech clinging to her, contract violently.

It was as if the terrifying gaze from the depths of a nightmare had been pierced by this sudden, extremely intense divine light.

The invisible ice needles that had been locked onto the core of his consciousness were instantly burned and mostly dissipated, and the oppressive force of his will that had almost frozen his thoughts also suddenly eased.

Cupid also let out a low growl of relief, and the holy light that was about to go out on His body miraculously stabilized under the illumination of this divine light.

The two (gods) turned around almost simultaneously.

A figure appeared, like the light of dawn piercing the eternal night, catching up with the speeding Langya at an incredible speed.

It was a man draped in a long, pure white divine robe. His appearance was shrouded in a soft yet incredibly intense halo, making it difficult to see the details. However, his majestic figure and the warm and powerful divine aura he exuded were like a bonfire in the cold winter, instantly dispelling the surrounding chill and despair. He was the source of that divine light.

Behind Him, two more figures were breaking through the void and following closely behind.

One was a dignified woman holding a huge, curved ram's horn, surrounded by compassionate chants and a halo of wisdom. With each step she took, golden lotuses seemed to bloom beneath her feet, and the faint sound of chanting soothed the remaining chaos and fear of this battlefield.

The other was an old man with a flowing white beard, an air of otherworldly grace, and holding an ancient banana leaf fan. His figure seemed elusive, yet his speed was as swift as the wind. He was enveloped by an invisible barrier of wind, which easily parted and guided the surging torrent of destruction and chaotic rules.

Upon seeing the arrival of these three, Cupid's tense and sorrowful giant body visibly relaxed slightly, and with a complex emotion of seeing reinforcements after a long battle, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Belberg, Hariti, Wind God..."

His voice was filled with weariness, yet also with a hint of respect.

Upon hearing Cupid reveal the identity of the visitor, Tang Zijun's pupils, hidden beneath her crystal mask, suddenly contracted, the immense shock instantly dispelling the suffocating feeling she had just experienced.

Beloberg, in the Slavic (Soviet, Polish, Bulgarian) mythology, is the god of light and creation, in contrast to the god of darkness, symbolizing pure daylight, life, and the power of good.

No wonder that light was so sacred, capable of piercing the gaze of nightmares.

Hariti is a guardian deity in Buddhist legend, especially regarded as the protector of children and mothers.

Her presence is like a warm sanctuary; her compassionate chants and wisdom are highly effective in combating chaos and negative will.

As for Feng Bo, needless to say, he is the deity in the Classic of Mountains and Seas who controls the winds from all directions and governs the climate and the flow of fortune. That seemingly simple banana leaf fan is probably the supreme artifact that can mobilize the cosmic winds and restore order.

"Although it has temporarily diverted that thing's attention..."

Belloberg (White God) sighed softly, and the light around him dimmed considerably.

"But I'm afraid... it won't last long."

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