Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 724 We'll pave the way for you!

"Without the Void Realm as the source and anchor of your power, relying solely on the burning of your own divinity... this kind of consumption is difficult to sustain for long." Feng Bo calculated with his fingers, his white beard moving without wind in the void, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of understanding the rules.

His gaze swept across the desolate battlefield, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Hariti frowned, staring at the writhing nightmare shadow, a fierce, almost obsessive glint in his eyes. "Retreat from the Dream Realm. If we can find the remaining beings of various races as sacrifices," he thought, "perhaps by becoming a demon through Buddhism, drawing upon karmic fire to consume us..."

"Shut up!" "Absurd!" "Don't mention this again!"

Before He finished speaking, Beloberg, Cupid, and the Wind God almost simultaneously shouted to stop him, their expressions ranging from anger and heartache to extreme disapproval.

The Wind God rebuked him without any politeness. "Cili Di, this method has been explained many times before. Using the blood of living beings to gain power is a heretical and demonic practice. Even if our divine status crumbles and our existence is annihilated, we must never commit such a blasphemous act. Do not bring your... dross... into this last pure land!"

Hariti's face was grim, but he ultimately did not refute her further. However, the fingers that gripped the ram's horn staff tightly turned white from the force.

The Wind God ignored her, his gaze, seemingly capable of discerning the very essence of all things, instantly falling upon Tang Zijun, who was covered by the armor of ultimate greed, filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible astonishment. "A mortal? No, a peculiar being... Who are you? Why have you set foot in such a perilous place?"

Faced with this ancient yet approachable deity from Chinese mythology, Tang Zijun's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable sense of kinship arose spontaneously.

But he quickly calmed himself down and clearly and concisely repeated what he had just said to Cupid.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three ancient gods present changed drastically.

Belloborg's white robes shimmered violently, Hariti's eyes flashed with shock and complexity, and even Feng Bo's usually calm face was stirred.

Their gazes toward Tang Zijun were no longer scrutinizing or questioning, but filled with disbelief, a sense of relief at seeing a successor, and an almost tragic respect for the brave.

The radiant face of the White God, Belloberg, seemed to be facing Tang Zijun, his voice carrying a timeless and solemn quality. "So, young man... new god... you've made your decision? To repeat the path of the Mirror God?"

His tone was filled with deep dread about the end of that road.

Tang Zijun met the gazes of the four ancient gods, the crimson light beneath his crystal mask unwavering. He nodded slowly, each word like the clash of metal against stone.

"If I hadn't been prepared to die, if I hadn't been determined to burn my bridges, how could I have gotten here?"

He turned to look at the nightmare shadow nebula that had begun to surge again, seemingly about to cast its gaze upon him once more.

"Moreover, the very act of spying just now is the best proof that it is conscious and can see."

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"As long as it possesses consciousness and cognition, then this means that 'psychic projection' is feasible to a certain extent."

"As long as I can find its source, find the core from which that will was born."

"Perhaps, we can find a way to completely end this endless nightmare."

A brief silence.

The gods exchanged a glance, already having made their plans.

In the eyes of the old but shrewd Feng Bo, an unprecedented brilliance burst forth. He took a step forward, and the image of the old man who had been so dignified and otherworldly instantly changed.

A long, powerful cry echoed through the void, and the Wind God's body suddenly swelled and transformed. His lower body became a lithe and powerful divine deer, covered in mysterious leopard-striped fur, while his upper body remained human, but his aura had become wild and untamed.

Primal, filled with the overwhelming power of a storm that could tear the heavens and earth apart.

This is the true form of the ancient deity who controls the eight winds and communicates with the heavens and earth.

"Very well." The Wind Lord's voice was like a howling gale, filled with unwavering resolve. "Since that's the case! We... will draw that thing's full attention for you!"

"Time is of the essence, successor. Although I would like to have a drink with you, now is not the right time."

His giant foot, which had transformed into a divine deer, suddenly stomped in the void!

boom-!!!

A massive cyan passage, constructed entirely of storm laws, pierced through the void. Like a giant blade tearing through the sky, it instantly formed in front of Tang Zijun, its end pointing directly to the darkest, most intense, and core area of ​​the nightmare's shadow.

"Let's ride the wind!"

The roar of the wind god shook the galaxy.

"We will use our crippled bodies to pave the way for you!!"

The roar of the Wind God was like a horn tearing through chaos. Beloberg's white robe burst forth with the purest flames of light. Cupid's Thunder Stone Sword drew forth billions of annihilating lightning bolts. Even Hariti temporarily suppressed his blood sacrifice thoughts, pushing the Vajra Fury of Buddhism to its extreme, transforming it into a Pure Lotus.

Four figures from different pantheons, already scarred and on the verge of losing their divinity, at this moment, were like four blazing embers thrown into an endless sea of ​​oil, unleashing their divine essence without reservation.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four torrents of divine power, capable of reshaping galaxies yet imbued with profound sorrow and resolve, pierced the core of the nightmare shadow—a shadow that was about to re-form and cast its gaze upon them once more—like four giant spears piercing the universe.

The entire vast and boundless ultimate void trembled violently!

It was as if four burning mountains had been thrown into the calm lake.

The viscous, all-consuming darkness surged, twisted, and contracted violently, attempting to digest and annihilate this sudden, desperate divine impact.

The pale radiance that erupted when the god fell, the chaotic currents of shattered rules, and the embers of the annihilation of the divine realm, all drew upon and ignited by these four powerful divine forces, were as if injected with their final vitality, unleashing a destructive tidal wave that was even more violent, chaotic, and dazzling than before.

In the distance, those surviving gods, scattered at the edge of the dark void and barely maintaining the faint light of their divine realms like candles in the wind, seemed to sense the eruption of these four familiar yet resolute divine powers.

Their divine power trembled violently, then, like stars being awakened.

One after another, beams of divine light, some dazzling, some ancient, some sharp, and some profound, burst forth from those extinguished stars.

They may be weak or broken, but at this moment, inspired by the desperate charge of the Belobergs, they also burn with the last rays of their divinity without reservation.

In an instant!

This graveyard of gods, silent for countless eons, shrouded in despair and darkness...

It was ignited by countless points of divine light that suddenly lit up, one after another, like a wildfire!

That was the final lament of the gods, and also their indomitable roar.

Standing atop Langya Mountain, Tang Zijun gazed intently through his crystal mask at this magnificent cosmic spectacle, a sight so tragic it sent shivers down his spine, illuminated by the burning of countless gods themselves.

That was no longer just destruction; it was the most brilliant and awe-inspiring light that life and will could radiate in the face of ultimate threat.

Just as the light was at its brightest, and the enormous nightmare shadow was violently churning from the impact of the four main god-level divine powers and countless scattered divine flames, leaving it no time to pay attention to anything else, whoosh—!

A faint, yet familiar, stream of light, as if alive, precisely pierced through the chaotic and violent energy turbulence and the shattered spatial gap, ignoring the barriers of time and space, and instantly flew to Tang Zijun's side.

Tang Zijun sensed something and suddenly reached out with her large hand covered by crystal gauntlets, firmly grasping the wisp of light in her palm.

It feels slightly warm to the touch, but that's not a physical object.

An indescribable warmth and power, like molten lava, instantly surged through Tang Zijun's body. He suddenly raised his head, his gaze like burning stars, piercing through the chaotic battlefield, and locking onto the four ancient gods who were burning fiercely in the core of the shadow, their figures becoming increasingly blurred under the impact of terrifying energy.

He used all his strength, mixing his will with the primal force of chaos, and transformed it into a roar that pierced through the void, sending it crashing forth.

"Gentlemen!"

"The Reversed World... I have successfully guided it to the Dream Realm!"

"In that shelter, there is still a group of ordinary people who have not given up. They are gathering, they are preparing, they are waiting for hope!"

"So one "6"

Tang Zijun's voice, like the final war drum, resounded with unwavering conviction and promise across the burning battlefield of the gods.

—Don't give up!

"I will definitely solve all of this!"

The roar, like a thunderclap, slammed into the burning core of the four ancient gods' wills.

Belloberg's fading white robe suddenly blazed brightly!

The waning lightning on Cupid's tattered wings suddenly surged!

The deer-bodied, leopard-patterned divine body, in which the Wind God had transformed, solidified amidst the chaotic storm!

Even the trace of stubborn ferocity in Horiti's eyes was replaced by an unprecedented, protective, Vajra-like wrath!

The mortals are still resisting!

Hope has not been lost!

They did not work in vain!

"Roar—!!!" The Wind God let out a deer-like roar that shook the void!

The divine fires of the four gods burned even more fiercely, as if injected with a powerful stimulant! Ignoring their own rapidly dissipating divine bodies, they stirred and tore apart the enormous nightmare shadow even more frantically, just to attract all of its deadly attention!

"Langya!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Zijun twisted the handlebars sharply, his eyes beneath the mask revealing only the purest, unwavering determination.

"Awooo—!!!" Langya responded with an ultimate wolf howl that tore apart the soul.

The azure chaotic core and the crystal armor in the ultimate form of greed simultaneously erupted with an unprecedented ultimate radiance that seemed to burn away the very essence of existence.

One person and one car transformed into a dazzling stream of light that embodied humanity's indomitable spirit, the divine's final instructions, and the ultimate hope to reverse despair.

Like a spear of dawn piercing the darkness, it hurtles toward the deepest, darkest, and most symbolic absolute core of the nightmare shadows that have been temporarily disrupted by the fires of the gods and exposed in the core area.

The light disappeared into the darkness.

Silently.