Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 732 They can only rely on themselves.

The Wind God and Cupid, two ancient beings from different pantheons who are now fighting side by side, are displaying an astonishing tacit understanding.

Gale and thunder intertwined.

The Wind God, in his deer-bodied, leopard-patterned divine form, strode through the wind. With each swing of his hooves, he unleashed terrifying gales that tore through the star field, scattering and annihilating the hordes of low-level monsters that surged forth, randomly pieced together from chaotic information.

Cupid held aloft the broken stone sword, still crackling with annihilating lightning. Each strike was like a giant axe splitting the heavens and earth, unleashing countless pale bolts of lightning that precisely struck the most concentrated points of energy within the monster wave, triggering a chain reaction of annihilation.

With their textbook-perfect coordination, they managed to briefly clear a relatively clean area from the surging, seemingly endless tide of the past.

Taking advantage of this rare respite, more scattered gods, like candles flickering in the wind, who were struggling to hold on at the edge of the battlefield, sensed this tenacious resistance and, dragging their wounded divine bodies, converged on the location of the Wind God and Cupid.

Their divine light may be bright or dim, their divine bodies may be broken and battered, but without exception they burn with the last flame of their divinity, like stars about to be extinguished, bursting forth with the most brilliant light in their final moments.

However, this brief period of safety brought no relief whatsoever.

The gods who had gathered all wore an unprecedented solemnity on their faces.

They could clearly sense that the nightmare shadow entity, formed from the shattered core of the Mirror God, was surging and its intensity was rapidly increasing.

Countless monsters, composed of pure formatted pollution and chaotic information, with more distorted forms and more terrifying auras, are frantically attacking the fragile defenses they have just established in an almost organized manner.

With a clear objective—to break through the barriers and rush towards the reversal passage connecting to the Dream Realm.

A figure shrouded in a dense aura of shadow silently appeared beside the Wind God's enormous deer body.

It's Loki.

The eyes of this god of mischief are now just two dark voids, but on his shoulder stands a raven with dull feathers and exceptionally sharp eyes—Fokine.

"Fokine told me..." Loki's voice was hoarse and low, carrying an urgent sense of crisis. "The Dreamlands, all the sealed Great Old Ones have awakened."

"They are frantically attacking the mortal defenses, their goal being to destroy the beacon left behind by the person in the mirror."

Loki's words were like ice water poured over their heads, instantly causing an uproar among the gods who had just gathered.

"What?!"

"How could mortal defenses possibly stop those monsters... even the newly resurrected Great Old Ones..."

"We must descend upon the Dreamland, we must go to their aid, otherwise, once the beacon is destroyed..."

"That's right, the successor to the Mirror God has not yet returned; the beacon must not be lost!"

Several gods from different pantheons immediately became agitated, their divine light flickering violently, filled with worry and an urgent desire to intervene.

They could not stand by and watch mortals be crushed before the monsters they had once sealed away.

"No!" Cupid turned around abruptly, his tattered wings suddenly unfurling, and thunder crackled all around him.

His voice was resolute and carried an unquestionable authority. "The Void Realm is an isolation barrier that we forcibly created at the cost of countless divine remains, precisely to prevent the Nightmare itself and its core contamination from directly descending upon the illusory dream world."

"If we were to descend upon the Dream Realm at this moment..." Cupid's gaze swept over every deity, his eyes burning with destructive lightning. "It would be tantamount to actively tearing open a rift in the barrier of the Void Realm, leading to the deepest part of the Dream Realm. The essence of the nightmare and its endless chaotic proliferation would flow into the Dream Realm without hindrance through our divine channels."

His voice was full of heavy weight.

"At that time, we will not only be unable to save them."

"On the contrary, it will open the gates of hell with its own hands, causing the entire dream realm to be instantly and completely submerged by the torrent of nightmares, along with those fighting mortals, to be doomed forever!"

"We can't stop anything; we'll only hasten our destruction."

A goddess with a sorrowful face couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling. "But, Lord Cupid, if the mortal defenses truly collapse, and the beacon is destroyed, the successor of the Mirror God will never return, and we... we too will ultimately..."

"Yes, those mortals, they can't stop them." The orc god beside him brandished his broken weapon, divine blood flowing down his arm.

"Enough!" Cupid's voice boomed like thunder, interrupting the gods' argument.

His enormous body, bathed in fading light, seemed to bear the weight of the entire battlefield. The light from his sleeves did not look at the doubters, but pierced through the chaotic battlefield, as if gazing at a distant dreamscape.

"You... didn't you feel it?" Cupid's voice suddenly deepened, carrying a strange, undeniable firmness.

"Feel the power flowing continuously from the dream realm through the reverse passage?"

His words startled the gods.

Feng Bo also turned his head slightly, his white beard fluttering in the void, and a hint of enlightenment flashed in his ancient eyes that could see through fate.

"That is..." Cupid said slowly, each word like a heavy drumbeat striking the hearts of the gods. "...the power of faith, hope, and an unyielding fighting spirit."

"It is the most brilliant radiance of life itself that bursts forth from ordinary people when facing destruction..."

"That new god, the wolf rider, he's right."

Cupid's voice suddenly rose, carrying a burning conviction.

"They haven't given up yet."

"They are protecting hope with their own flesh and blood."

"So—" Cupid suddenly raised the Thunderstone Sword in his hand, pointing it at the nightmare tide that surged again and tried to break through the defenses, and let out a roar that shook the void.

We must never give up!

"To protect the dream world, guard this last barrier of isolation."

"For the future!"

"war!!!"

The assembled gods unleashed their final roar, a roar that shook and shattered the galaxy.

They ceased arguing and wavering; all their divinity, all their power, and all their hope transformed into the purest will to protect, nailing themselves firmly to this shattered void, facing the nightmare tide that surged forth once more, seemingly about to format and devour the entire void.

Fujin took flight, its wings beating like black lightning across the burning remains of gods and the turbulent flow of energy. Its gaze pierced through the barriers, as if it could see the utterly tragic scene before the Black City of the Dream Realm—the roars of humanity, the brilliance of magic, the clash of steel and flesh, and the light of faith rising from the hearts of countless mortal warriors, converging into a river.

It let out a sharp cry, and its small body burst forth with a final divine radiance.

The scattered deities gathered here gazed at the burning flame of faith in Cupid's eyes, a flame that seemed to pierce through despair; felt the unwavering protective storm of the Wind God; and carefully experienced the faint yet continuous, gentle stream of mortal faith flowing from the dream realm into their withered divine bodies.

The wavering and despair in their eyes were gradually replaced by a deeper and more tragic light.

A deity silently raised the broken staff, and divine light ignited once more.

Another god picked up the weapon his companion had left behind and used it to fill the gap in the defense.

No further words were spoken.

The Wind God and Cupid exchanged a glance, and in the eyes of these two ancient gods, only the same will remained.

"this time..."

The old and heavy voice of the Wind God rang out, carrying the vicissitudes of countless years and a trace of helplessness.

"...They can only rely on themselves now..."