Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 738 Never Give Up

The shattered Void Battlefield resembles a forgotten graveyard of gods.

The dust of stars mingled with the embers of divinity to form a cold mist, filled with an aura of despair.

The Wind God, Cupid, Loki, and the remaining scattered gods, like candles flickering in the wind, struggled to survive amidst the rampant, filthy tide of nightmare shadows.

Their divine bodies were riddled with cracks, their divine light dimmed like burnt-out ashes. Each time they mobilized their remaining divine power to resist the endless proliferation of errors, the foundation of their existence became even more precarious.

The power is rapidly dwindling.

Despair, like a cold vine, coils around the core of every god's heart.

At the very edge of this limit, an unprecedented and strange warm current... without warning, pierced through the invisible barrier between the void and the dream world... like the first ray of sunshine in early spring, suddenly shining into this graveyard of gods frozen by despair!

This force is neither matter nor pure energy.

It is will! It is faith! It is the indomitable flame of "hope" that millions of ordinary people, facing ultimate terror amidst the grind of flesh and blood, together forge ahead!

It is unlike the power of faith that a believer provides when they pray devoutly, which is directed towards a specific goal (and has an element of supplication and dependence).

It is a pure, spontaneous resonance of the collective will of life itself to "exist"!

It is vast and chaotic, yet like a stream converging into a river, containing an unprecedented vitality and fighting spirit!

The surviving gods were instantly stunned!

They looked at each other in disbelief, a disbelief that went beyond astonishment and was almost a state of stunned disbelief, for the first time on the faces of the ancient gods!

"What, what is this?!" A demon god from the Western pantheon roared. The moment his damaged divine body came into contact with this warm current, he felt a long-lost warmth. His depleted core of divine power seemed to be infused with a drop of sweet spring water.

"Not faith...not prayer..." Fokkin, the raven on Loki's shoulder, cawed in surprise and uncertainty. For the first time, the signature cynicism on the blind God of Mischief's face was replaced by utter bewilderment. "This power...is so...pure...and...unyielding?"

The White God, this ancient being who once symbolized light and order, now trembled slightly with his broken body.

He greedily and cautiously absorbed this strange power that surged into the void.

This force is not as docile and easily controlled as the faith of believers; it carries an unruly edge, a cry originating from the very source of life.

But the quantity and quality it contained caused Bai Shenpeidan's divine core to throb violently!

"Hope..." The White God's voice was hoarse and low, carrying a shocking realization that overturned his understanding and a belated understanding. "This is... the power of hope... gathered by those mortals... without relying on any deity... solely through their own will!"

He closed his remaining single eye, feeling this power nourishing and repairing his broken divine body. It was far purer, more powerful, and more vibrant than the power of faith that had been plundered from believers during his previous reign—a power filled with supplication and distractions!

"Perhaps..." Shirakami's voice trembled with a bitter, self-doubting tone. "We...we were really wrong..."

"Using divine power to usurp and monopolize the faith of mortals..."

"It seems to be about consolidating divine authority..."

"In reality, it stifled their...potential to ignite their own light!"

"We have lost our high and mighty 'gods'"

White God opened his eyes, his gaze complex as he looked toward the direction from which the power was surging—the dream world.

"They...on the contrary, can unleash...such an incredible... radiance!"

"Hahaha!" The blind Loki suddenly burst into laughter, the sound jarring on the desolate battlefield, yet carrying a profound, world-weary wisdom. "Who could have imagined! In the final moments of Ragnarok, what saved the surviving gods wasn't their remaining glory, nor their dying struggle... but rather... those mortals they once regarded as lambs and dust!"

"Haven't you noticed yet? Those girls who wield elements, those beings who possess the purest laws of the world yet are not harmed by them... the will of the world has already answered," "Those laws chose them... and not us..."

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"What a wonderful irony of fate!"

The Wind God stroked his long white beard, a kind and gratified smile on his face. His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, seeing the defenses of flesh and steel before the Black City, seeing the burning flames in the warriors' eyes. "All living beings in this world possess their own vibrant vitality; there is no greater good than this..."

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He murmured to himself, and the chaotic storm around him, nourished by the power of hope, began to spontaneously coalesce and stabilize.

And Cupid—

This former goddess of love and beauty, now the goddess of ocean currents, now wore the most complex and intense expression.

He suddenly raised his head, not to look at the source of the power, but to stare intently at that faint, yet familiar, fluctuation mixed in with the warm current of hope—a fluctuation that made his soul tremble!

The waves were ancient, vast, and carried the depth of the ocean and the expanse of the stars!

That's the mark of the Olympian pantheon! It's the bloodline connection... the aura of an elder!

"No...impossible!" Cupid cried out in shock, his enormous wings trembling violently with excitement! His battered body swayed, as if unable to withstand the shock of this information. "This divine power is...Poseidon?!"

His senses were crystal clear!

That's right!

It's Him!

One of the twelve Olympian gods, the ruler of the sea, and his uncle Poseidon!

But Poseidon clearly perished in Ragnarok, his godhood shattered, his authority vanished, so how could his aura possibly reappear?!

Moreover, although this aura was powerful, it was not the complete divine might of the Sea Emperor; rather, it was more like a divine power incarnation carrying his will...

A name flashed through Cupid's mind in an instant—

The man who questioned the gods and declared that he would fulfill a certain promise!

"He...he didn't lie..." Cupid's voice trembled with disbelief, and for the first time, a flame of hope ignited in his golden eyes, more intense than ever before.

This hope does not come from the feedback of ordinary people's beliefs, but from the shock and confirmation deep in their blood!

"He truly has come to fulfill his promise to Poseidon!"

Because Poseidon... His uncle... is right there right now!

Right there on that battlefield of mortals!

Right there in that furnace of flesh and blood!

Fight alongside Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, another equally ancient and powerful being!

It spans endless time!

It transcends the boundaries of life and death!

The final incarnation of a fallen god, to uphold that faint promise, to fulfill that weighty commitment...

Once again... He raised His trident!

This shock, this response that transcends time and space, completely ignited the last trace of hesitation in Cupid's heart.

"Gods!" Cupid suddenly turned around and roared at all the remaining gods with unprecedented power and determination. The broken stone sword in his hand unleashed its extinguished lightning once more, but it was no longer a dying ember; instead, it shone as brightly as the rising sun.

"Did you feel it?!"

"Hope from mortals!"

"A response from the deceased!"

"They are still fighting!"

"How can we fall behind?!"

The White God was the first to respond, and the remaining divine power of light, infused with hope, burst forth with unprecedented brilliance!

"Then let's continue!" Feng Bo roared, and the steady storm transformed into a divine spear that tore through the filth.

"Hahaha! Interesting! Let's go crazy again!" Loki laughed, and his invisible, cunning divine power began to weave deadly blades.

The remaining gods, nurtured by the hope of mortals and overwhelmed by the arrival of Poseidon's incarnation, completely abandoned their last doubts and reservations!

They burned with their remaining divinity, unleashing a power greater than ever before, like stars in their final moments, illuminating this shattered void once more, and nailing themselves firmly to the final barrier between the nightmare shadows and the dream realm!

The battlefield in the void was suddenly reversed because of this hope from the mortal realm and the response from the departed gods!

This tenacious light of hope, woven together by mortals and deities, with its pure power and unyielding will, briefly repelled the forefront of the dark nebula that was constantly eroding and multiplying like a cancer in the universe!

The filthy shadows, like moss scorched by the sun, showed signs of retreating for the first time!

This ultimate nightmare, composed of the uncontrolled formatting program formed from the remnants of the Mirror God, experienced for the first time a strong resistance from order and existence!

However...

This brief suppression and retreat did not bring peace; instead, it was like pouring ice water into a boiling oil pan!

Buzz—! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

An unprecedented, indescribable, terrifying tremor... suddenly erupted from the core of that deep, endless, dark nebula that seemed capable of swallowing all light!

That was... a will to "reject" and "erasure" that was deeper than coldness and more thorough than nothingness.

It's the formatter that, when encountering a stubborn order that cannot be assimilated by errors, initiates... the highest priority cleanup command!

The entire shattered battlefield of the void began to shake violently like never before!

The space is no longer cracked, but rather peels off and shatters in large chunks, like fragile glass!

Revealing the pure, cold, and meaningless void behind it!

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