Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 737 The Glory of Olympus

Above the battlefield, the elemental rage and indescribable terror collided to create a destructive chapter. Qiu Yun's purple lightning was like a whip of divine punishment, lashing wildly at the dark vortex of the giant eye in the sky. Each strike caused that blasphemous space to twist violently and emit a silent shriek.

Afran abruptly drew the holy sword from her chest. This was the first time she had used this power, and it might be the last, but she showed no hesitation, nor any sadness.

Now she has only one thought: to fulfill her ancestor's last wish and use this holy sword to strike down the greatest darkness in the world!

Blazing flames coiled around the mountain-like tentacles, evaporating the filthy slime covering them and scorching their incredibly tough outer layer. Dimensional storms tore apart the filthy energy barrier, distorting light and shadow and interfering with the gaze of the giant eye.

The magical girls, like burning meteors, streaked through the destructive storm unleashed by the projection of the Great Old Ones.

Fighting.

Brilliant lights kept dimming and falling during the violent collisions, but they quickly rose up again.

Beneath this sky, a blend of terror and magnificence, the battle on the ground was equally brutal.

The silver torrent of the omnic army suffered heavy losses under the lingering power of the projection of the Old Ones and the counterattack of the remaining followers. Cold metal fragments and extinguished electronic eyes covered the scorched earth.

The Dragon Group's steel torrent and the Black City's warriors fought a bloody battle amidst ruins and corpses. Roars, explosions, the sound of metal tearing apart, and the screams of monsters mingled together, creating a symphony of doomsday.

Fang Xin, his dark green military uniform stained with gunpowder and dust, his scarlet dragon-patterned cloak on his back burning like flames in the energy storm.

His sharp gaze swept across the entire area, constantly issuing precise commands through the encrypted communication channel, mobilizing the Dragon Group and the remaining forces of the Omnics to fill the gaps in the defense. His clenched fists, with knuckles white, showed the heavy pressure he was under.

Shangguan Su's gaze fell on the core of the battlefield, which resembled a hellish furnace, and on the figures of the magical girls shining against the blasphemous backdrop of the giant eye in the sky and countless enormous tentacles.

"Reorganize the defense! Retreat the wounded!"

"Dragon Group firepower! Covering coordinates A7 to C12!"

"Intelligent Unit! Enforcement Barrier" Protocol!

"Magical Girl! Continue to hold back the main body! Trust Qiu Yun!"

Shangguan Su's commands, delivered with extreme calmness and precision down to the millisecond, were like an optimized program, instantly transmitted to every combat unit through mental connections and battlefield communication networks.

The two were not warriors, but commanders, the guiding stars.

They are mortals who command all things and protect the last piece of order in the sky for all living beings amidst the apocalyptic chaos.

The collective arrival of magical girls was like throwing dazzling stars into a boiling pot of oil.

They charged headlong into the projection of the ancient rulers, whose blasphemous eyes that covered the sky and whose mountain tentacles that tore the earth apart did indeed relieve the terrifying pressure for a short time, buying precious breathing space for the crumbling defenses.

A dazzling magical light collided with an indescribable blasphemous power in the sky, unleashing an energy storm powerful enough to tear space apart.

However, for Scáthach, who is like the eye of a storm in the very heart of the battlefield.

This support is a drop in the ocean.

The pure shadow she had become was already at its last gasp.

Its body, composed of pure dark energy, was covered with huge, corroded holes and torn wounds, like glass about to shatter.

Countless chains, shimmering with ominous black light and formed from pure will, clung to her limbs, neck, and waist like a malignant tumor, frantically draining her last strength in an attempt to drag her completely into that eternal, cold abyss.

The area around her was the most concentrated area of ​​the Great Old One's will. Countless powerful thoughts and its most terrifying minions were tearing at her defenses. Each impact caused her shadow body to tremble violently, and her dark blue flame eyes had dimmed to the point of almost going out.

Like a lone reef in a raging storm, she alone bears pressure enough to shatter stars. Since the start of the war, her willpower and strength have been pushed to their limits.

Just as Scáthach felt an overwhelming sense of weariness beginning to creep over her steel-forged will...

boom-!!!

A vast and powerful force, not from the old turmoil, suddenly erupted beside her!

It wasn't an attack on her!

Instead, it was a colossal, towering wave!

The waves were not made of real water, but rather seemed to be a manifestation of some kind of divine power or law.

It appeared out of nowhere, surging and turbulent, carrying the roar of the ancient ocean and the majesty to cleanse everything, like an angry sea god wielding his scepter and slamming it down on the most ferocious and powerful old kin who were besieging Scáthach.

Those elite monsters that were strong enough to withstand dragon breath and resist magical bombardment were instantly crushed, crushed, and swept into the vortex of divine power by the waves containing ancient divine power, just like fragile sand sculptures. Not even a trace of impure energy could escape!

This sudden change greatly reduced the pressure on Scáthach.

She jolted violently, and her dark blue flame eyes unleashed a final, sharp glint of light, instantly severing several binding chains. She stared in astonishment at the source of the power.

Then, she let out a low but unusually clear laugh, tinged with a hint of mockery and relief.

"Heh... I thought you were going to hide until the very end."

Scáthach's voice was weary, yet full of understanding.

She had already sensed that familiar yet somewhat strange aura.

As she spoke, the surging waves of divine power did not subside; instead, they condensed and shaped even more violently!

The seawater lost its azure color, revealing a deep blue radiance that contained the power of stars and the ocean!

Ultimately, they coalesced into a towering giant composed entirely of oceanic divine power!

He had indistinct facial features and wore ancient armor made of flowing waves. In his hand was not a physical weapon, but a huge trident also formed from deep blue divine power, with energy flowing from its tip that seemed capable of piercing through the world.

Poseidon!

Or rather, it is the embodiment of Poseidon's last will and divine power left in this world after his fall!

The giant's gaze fell on Scáthach's shadowy body, covered in scars and chains. Instead of being angered by the familiar barb in her words, he let out a loud laugh that was equally filled with endless vicissitudes and感慨.

"Hahahaha—!!!"

"The glory of Olympus... the glory of Olympus..." The laughter subsided, and the giant's voice became as deep and resolute as the ocean, carrying an undeniable determination.

"It should not wither in my hands!"

"The war of the gods thousands of years ago... I failed to participate..." The giant raised his divine trident, pointing it at the blasphemous giant eye and rampaging tentacles in the sky. His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, witnessing the tragic final battle of the fallen gods. "That regret... that resentment..."

"today..."

"I finally made it!"

"Old friend..."

The giant turned his head, and his gaze, composed of starlight, pierced through the barrier of divine power and shadow, landing deep within Scáthach's eyes, which burned with eerie blue flames.

In those gazes, there was no lofty divinity, only a sigh and resonance that transcended life and death, transcended eras, and belonged to an equally ancient being.

Scáthach's shattered shadow form twitched slightly. She looked at the giant formed from divine power, at the familiar trident outline, at those eyes that contained the light of the endless ocean and stars... She fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a low laugh, tinged with a sense of relief and triumph, echoed from the depths of the shadows.

"Oh...

""

"yes..."

"An old friend..."

That laughter contained so much: memories of the past, remembrance of the deceased, helplessness in the face of this apocalyptic catastrophe, and a heroic spirit full of humanity!

Scáthach jolted violently, and azure flames suddenly surged on her shattered shadow body, instantly snapping most of the black chains binding her. The shadow halberd in her hand unleashed an unprecedented destructive edge.

"this time....

""

Her voice pierced through the roar of the divine waves, carrying a resolute determination to sever destiny, resounding throughout this core war zone shrouded in the will of the ancient rulers.

"We are two old men who failed to fight alongside the gods."

""

"Let's all attack together!!!"

"Just what I wanted!" Poseidon's divine avatar roared, pointing his trident forward with tremendous force!

boom--!!!

An even more violent wave of divine power, like a world-destroying tsunami, carrying an ancient majesty that cleanses all filth, crashed fiercely against the most terrifying horde of servants that surged forward, driven by the will of the ancient rulers themselves!

at the same time!

Scáthach's shadow form shot out like an arrow! No longer holding her ground, she launched a preemptive strike! A destructive blue trajectory tore through space, and the shadow halberd in her hand, carrying the ultimate power to reverse all phenomena and annihilate existence, pierced fiercely towards the core energy node of that terrifying mountain tentacle!

One is the embodiment of the Sea God's power, wielding authority over the ancient ocean and stars!

One is the Queen of the Land of Shadows, wielding the ultimate greed and the shadow of destruction!

Two ancient beings who missed the final chapter of the ancient war of the gods and should have become history are now fighting to protect the faint glimmer of hope behind them in the terrifying core where the Great Old Ones have descended.

Side by side again!

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