I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

“Azathoth, by now you should have a pretty good idea of ​​what kind of power I wield, right?” Ange’s tone was very relaxed, and even the surrounding golden tide calmed down, like a calm lake that had submerged the entire cold plain.

Azathoth, however, knew perfectly well what kind of undercurrents were surging beneath this calm surface.

Although I don't know why Ange suddenly stopped attacking and started talking to Him about these things, it would definitely be beneficial for me to continue to delay the attack.

So after a moment of silence, Azathoth decided to respond to Ange's words, "Your authority should be shared with the same power as the one you choose. This will allow you to have enough power to contend with the other party in a very short time, but you will also lack the means to defeat them."

Ange smiled and agreed with Azathoth's answer, "That's right, but there are a few minor flaws. First, I don't share the same power with the other party; instead, I generate my own power equal to it. Second... the opponent I choose doesn't necessarily have to be the one I fight."

"..." Azathoth trembled, and thousands of eyes on his body fixed on Ange, each eye flashing with disbelief.

Although Azathoth remained silent, Ange could tell from his reaction that Azathoth understood what she wanted to do.

So, as a reward for receiving the correct answer...

"In the name of the God of Balance, I declare war on this world!"

Buzz!

A deafening tremor came from every corner of the Cold Plains—no, the source of life is not some corner of the Cold Plains, but the laws that constitute every inch of this Cold Plains!

Not only the laws of Lengyuan, but every law in this world responded to Ange's words, with the most dazzling response coming from Ange herself.

What kind of being could possibly be an enemy of this world?

To be an enemy of every single law of this world?

Even the most powerful beings in the world—the gods—are merely embodiments of laws and beliefs; even the most insane and extreme being in the world, Azathoth, must act according to the laws of the world even if He wants to manipulate it at will.

The language of the gods has power; the more powerful the god, the easier it is for His words to become a command for the operation of this world.

Aurora's wish destroyed the divine realm, Azathoth's dream created the mythical race, and now Ange is using one of the most fundamental laws of this world to declare war on the world itself! To be an enemy of this world, an enemy of every inch of its laws, every element, every living being, and every god!

In that instant, terrifying energy and laws, carrying the power to destroy everything, pressed down on Anjie.

Leng Yuan, who had sustained Ange and Azathoth's battle for most of the day, was like a small boat in a raging storm under this attack, instantly swallowed and torn to pieces by the violent energy.

Lengyuan has disappeared.

But Azathoth remained motionless, letting the heat of the law brush against his body. Azathoth's terrifyingly powerful body was torn apart at the very edge of this power, and black blood was splattered on the permafrost of the far north.

It wasn't that He didn't want to take the opportunity to escape, but that He couldn't.

In His sight, the surrounding space was already filled with energy that could easily tear His body apart. If He hadn't reacted quickly and immediately set up defensive laws around Him, He would have suffered a great loss.

However, because the defense was hastily set up, Azathoth could only guarantee the safety of a small area around himself. If he chose to run away at this time, he would probably be torn apart by the crazy laws in an instant.

However, what made Azathoth's heart heavy was not the crazy laws and energy around him, but the instigator of all this—the girl bathed in light—Ange!

Despite the overwhelming force of the laws, Anjie maintained a faint smile on her lips.

A shimmering white light, representing the law of balance, emanated from Anjie's body, constantly resisting the frenzied energy of the law.

But compared to Anjie's calm expression, she seemed much more flustered inside, because until the moment the crazy laws of the world attacked her, she knew that everything she had done was just speculation.

Fortunately, the result showed that I guessed correctly!

Moreover, long before he returned to the Cold Plains from the realm of gods, Aurora and Castal and others had already left the Cold Plains. They also had the foresight to evacuate all the creatures in the far north. Otherwise, if Azathoth and he had descended upon the far north, the Ring Court clan guarding the far north would have become the first sacrifice of Azathoth's descent.

At least for now, Lady Luck is still on my side!

Then what needs to be done now is much simpler—

Ange took a deep breath, waved her sword-wielding hand in the air, and pulled the light back into her body. Then she reached out her hand towards the oncoming laws and torrents.

The laws were powerful enough to tear Azathoth's body apart; even ordinary gods would be severely injured if they encountered them, if not killed. But when this seemingly delicate hand was enveloped by the madness of the laws, it showed no reaction whatsoever.

Not even a barely perceptible wound was created.

The violent laws and energy, upon striking Anjie, were like a gentle breeze, causing her no harm whatsoever.

Upon witnessing this, Ange and Azathoth had different expressions.

Anjie was happy, but also relaxed and relieved.

Azathoth, on the other hand, was utterly gloomy.

The law of balance allows the deity who possesses it to have power that is equal to any other being.

At first, Ange focused on Azathoth, but in doing so, she became another Azathoth.

But now, she has declared war on the world—

Although Ange cannot become a new world due to the energy limit of the laws themselves, it is more than enough to deal with Azathoth, whose power has been greatly reduced.

but...

"You're a madman. You've declared war on the world and indeed gained enough power to deal with me. But what then? You will become the enemy of the world, rejected by every law and every living being in this world. This will be a curse, a curse that will not end until you die—in other words, when everything falls to the ground, your life will also come to an end."

My child, although we haven't met often, I've decided that you're not the kind of person who would sacrifice everything to save the world.

Now, what is your reason for fighting me?

"This one? Guess?"

As the girl, bathed in golden light, teased him, a golden tide surged forth, creating towering waves that crashed towards Azathoth.

Chapter 41, Section 283: This doesn't make sense!

Only it itself can rival the world.

After Ange declared war on the world, she also gained power second only to the world itself through the power of the laws.

The power was so strong that even a single, unconscious glance was enough to distort space, and even Castells and the others, who had retreated hundreds of miles from the far north, could sense it clearly.

From their perspective, a massive energy vortex appeared out of nowhere in the sky above the far north, frantically absorbing the energy of the entire world like a hole in the ocean floor.

Castells and the others sensed a familiar aura emanating from these energies—Ange!

Although we don't know exactly what happened in the far north, it seems that the scales of victory are tipping in their favor. If Ange truly possesses the power to fight against an entire world, then dealing with Azathoth is not impossible.

Everyone present wore a happy smile, except for Aurora.

“Declaring war on the whole world... How ridiculous…” Aurora’s expression was somewhat unpleasant, and her tone was no longer as calm as before.

Others may not know what happened, but Aurora, who is also a god, understood in an instant what Ange had paid to obtain this power.

Power is never given away for free. Even the fairest law of balance requires a huge price to pay to obtain such power. The best outcome Aurora can think of right now is death. If things go wrong... Angela will likely be swallowed up by this world after her power is exhausted, becoming a part of it, and trapped in the source of the world's laws forever, unable to break free.

This is absolutely bad news for both Anjie herself and them.

but...

Aurora looked at the hopeful crowd around her, pursed her lips, and finally chose to remain silent.

At this point, it's best to pretend you don't know.

Even I, at this moment, can only pray for a miracle...

Meanwhile, Ange and Azathoth were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Ange had initially thought that after gaining power equivalent to the world's, she could easily deal with Azathoth. However, she hadn't expected that Azathoth would be like a cockroach, always managing to bounce back up from near death. Furthermore, she couldn't focus solely on fighting Azathoth because she was currently at odds with the world; in other words, she had to fight against the world's repulsive forces while simultaneously battling Azathoth.

While Ange was frustrated because she couldn't deal with Azathoth in the short term, Azathoth himself looked like he was about to vomit blood. According to his initial plan, as long as he left the Cold Plains, he could escape to distant lands and didn't need to take Ange's threat to heart at all.

But to everyone's surprise, Ange was willing to risk her life to kill him. And because of his initial moment of hesitation, he completely lost his chance to escape.

Although it appeared that there was nothing around him, upon closer inspection, the space within a radius of several thousand meters centered on Anjie was completely sealed off by Anjie's power, forming a closed space that could only be entered but not exited! This was a world-class spatial isolation technique that he simply could not break through.

This is why, despite a battle capable of tearing the Cold Plains apart, the aftershocks of their fight barely spread far after arriving in the Far North. Even the climate of the Far North remained unaffected; the soft snowflakes that drifted into the space created by Ange were instantly blasted into basic water elements by the aftershocks of Ange and Azathoth's battle.

However, no matter how resilient Azathoth may be, it is still ultimately a being of this world. And as long as it is a being of this world, it can never defeat this world itself, nor can it defeat Ange, who possesses power nearly equivalent to that of the world.

Azathoth was momentarily distracted, and Ange seized the opportunity, delivering a punch directly to the center of Azathoth's body. Ange compressed an extremely terrifying amount of energy into this punch, and the moment it touched Azathoth, his skin began to crack, and blood and flesh were mixed together by the energy before bursting out of his body!

After such a long period of exhaustion, Azathoth's body shrank rapidly, like a sponge that had been dried out. In the Cold Plains, his enormous size blotted out the sky; looking up, one could see that the entire sky was essentially filled with Azathoth's body. But now, Azathoth was only the size of an ordinary human.

Thanks to Azathoth's shrunk size, Ange's punch went straight through Azathoth, and when her hand emerged from behind Azathoth, it held a continuously beating heart.

To be precise, this was just one energy core within Azathoth's body, and Azathoth didn't have only one such core. However, the damage caused by forcibly removing it was clearly reflected in Azathoth's body.

The sudden loss of an energy core caused Azathoth to lose strength for a moment, and his entire body could only hang on Ange's arm, letting the arm that ran through his body support his entire weight.

Even now, Azathoth still doesn't understand why Ange did this... Was it simply to save the world and therefore willing to sacrifice her own life?

If Azathoth had heard too many songs by wandering bards, he might not have found it unacceptable for a self-proclaimed hero like this to say such a thing, but applying this reason to Ange is simply unreasonable!

Even if Ange told herself that the reason she wanted to kill herself was simply because she thought she was ugly, it would still be more in line with Ange's personality than the reason of saving the world.

Although he was sealed away by Castel before, it did not affect his gaze on Ange. You must know that mythical creatures are the product of his dream. Although mythical creatures have gradually broken away from his power system and gradually become a race accepted by the world, he can still read some of the memories of mythical creatures.

Therefore, Azathoth knew Ange's character and beliefs perfectly well.

It was precisely because of this that I was able to sway Anjie's spirit with just a few words before, almost corrupting and degrading her. But now, what Anjie is doing is completely different from her usual behavior!

Although Azathoth was filled with confusion, Ange had no interest in answering his questions.

Adhering to the fine virtue of "taking advantage of your weakness to kill you", Ange immediately raised her other free hand and slashed at Azathoth's body with another claw. With a splatter of blood, another energy core was taken out and crushed by Ange.

Looking at her blood-stained hands, Anjie felt, for some reason, as if she were the ultimate villain.

But soon, that idea was put aside.

Chapter 42, Section 284: The Fall of the God of Blindness and Folly

Ange gave Azathoth no chance to catch his breath, and in the blink of an eye, she opened five or six holes in Azathoth's body. If Ange hadn't deliberately used her divine power to block the spurting blood, she would probably be bathing in divine blood by now.

Unlike the black goat, a descendant of Azathoth, Azathoth's own blood was filled with a foul stench. If an ordinary person smelled it, they would probably faint from the stench before being destroyed by the madness contained in the divine blood.

Ange was very concerned about her image and was determined not to let Azathoth's blood get on her.

Therefore, even when she was stabbing Azathoth, Ange deliberately wrapped her palm with a layer of magic.

Seeing that Azathoth was taking in more air than he was exhaling, Ange stopped her insane act of continuing to drill holes in his body.

"I must say, you actually know me quite well. As you said, I'm not the kind of person who would deliberately sacrifice everything to save the world, but maybe you're just unlucky, because I happen to have a bargaining chip that I can use to pay the price."

As she spoke, Ange used all the magic she could muster to create a magic circle, trapping Azathoth inside, and then frantically poured magic into the magic circle.

At this moment, Azathoth had almost lost the power to resist and could only let Ange's magic circle envelop him; let the magical tides, as sharp as blades, cut across his body, leaving one wound after another that could not heal.