A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

This black fog is too cunning.

He tried to create distance while in stealth mode, crossing his arms, preparing to take the opportunity to fire a low-powered Zepelion Ray at Qi Jie.

But the dark purple beam of light had barely left Tiga's arm for less than ten meters when it was sucked into a bottomless pit and instantly swallowed by the dense black mist without even a sound.

The blockade of the hidden cards was even more absolute than he had imagined.

As long as you are inside this barrier, energy attacks are rendered useless.

Physical attacks are satisfying, but these two Roshans with Gatanothor attributes have regenerative abilities as strong as cockroaches; they can be destroyed and then grow back.

Faced with this overwhelming terrain advantage, Qianyu ceased his fighting and instead soared into the sky.

Three seconds later, he burst out of the top of the black mist.

The gray sky loomed over us, and a biting wind howled in our ears.

Qianyu looked down at the Australian wilderness completely covered by black mist and a sea of ​​flowers, her arms crossed, releasing the Dark Zepelion Ray without reservation.

"boom--!"

A purplish-black beam of light, over thirty meters in diameter, erupted from Tiga's arm.

The devastating beam of light easily tore through the churning black mist, without any hesitation, and pierced straight into the very center of the wilderness.

"Buzz!"

The entire Australian continent let out a mournful cry of unbearable pain as it bore the blow.

The red earth, rocks, Zigela's vines, the black mist spewed by the alienated Holy Lord... all vaporized instantly under the onslaught of this absolutely violent energy.

Qianyu did not stop.

He could feel the runes inside his body operating wildly.

"Not enough, make it bigger."

Qianyu gritted her teeth and frantically squeezed out the energy within her body.

The diameter of the Dark Zepelion Ray increased dramatically from tens of meters to hundreds of meters.

Even Tiga's black exterior began to emit a dazzling red light under such a high load of energy.

That was the power of the dragon talisman leaking out, and the high temperature caused large, distorted vacuum zones to appear around the giant's body.

The Australian continent is trembling.

This isn't fighting monsters anymore, this is practically plowing the land.

The violent tectonic shifts triggered a super tsunami, with seawater rushing in and massive cracks in the earth's crust spreading like a spider web across the entire continental plate.

"Rumble, rumble—"

Amid a series of deafening explosions that could shatter eardrums, hundreds of millions of tons of seawater poured in along the torn continental shelf.

Australia, this vast continent, was completely torn apart, overturned, crushed, and finally sank into the boiling Pacific Ocean under the bombardment that was comparable to the cataclysmic disaster.

The light lasted for a full five minutes.

Until no more intact land could be seen below.

Qianyu slowly lowered her arms, took a deep breath, and shook her slightly numb arms.

The damage output of that attack just now was almost at the bottleneck of the Dragon Talisman.

He couldn't help but secretly wonder.

So this Dragon Talisman is a fake infinity? I shouldn't have expected an item that can't even reach a certain star level to have infinite energy.

Then Tiga's body began to descend.

Where once the Australian landmarks stand, now only a vast, bubbling ocean remains.

The red soil is gone, the Black Stone Fortress is gone, the flower sea of ​​Qijiela is gone, and even the black mist that blotted out the sky was completely evaporated by this energy that could even lift up the earth's crust.

Chiyu extended her right hand.

On the sea, a tiny ball of light, shimmering with a faint white glow, slowly landed in Dark Ultraman Tiga's enormous palm, like a dandelion in the wind.

Qianyu looked down.

Those were fragments of the historical records he had previously thrown to the Holy Lord.

Even this thing fell down, so obviously the two monsters had been blasted to smithereens and were dead beyond any doubt.

Qianyu raised her head and looked around.

No trace of the hidden card was found. Judging from the attack just now, it was only the energy of the hidden card that was at work; its true form was not here.

Although the hidden card is not here, at the center of the light that just pierced through, on that empty sea surface, an oval-shaped entrance emitting a faint light has appeared at some point.

The light was familiar, like a door standing out starkly in the ruins.

Qianyu squinted and scanned the surroundings. After confirming that there was no remaining dark aura, she deactivated her transformation in mid-air.

The light from the magic wand faded.

Qianyu landed steadily on the edge of the spatial entrance and put her still-shaken father and Xiaoyu down.

The old man stared blankly at the boundless sea all around him, his mind completely blank.

"Where...where are we? Weren't we just in the wilderness?"

Xiaoyu wiped the seawater mixed with tears from her face; her eyes were swollen and red, like two walnuts.

Qianyu didn't look at them, but simply told them to follow, and then took the lead in stepping into the glowing space.

The scene behind the door was not unfamiliar.

A floor as white as jade, a towering dome.

Chiyu recognized the place.

This is the white hall that the Holy Lord led them into before, the place where the fake history book is kept.

However, now, there is nothing above the base.

After entering the hall, Xiaoyu glanced around at the walls and the dome before stopping.

"Is this the same white hall from before?"

Qianyu turned and glanced at her, then nodded.

"Yes, after all this trouble, it's finally time to end this."

"The end?" Xiaoyu sniffed, her gaze sweeping across the empty hall.

"But...where are the history books? There's nothing here."

Chiyu did not answer immediately.

He pulled out the fragment of the history book from his pocket and glanced at the rules written on it.

After his gaze lingered for a few seconds, he looked up and stared intently at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu was squatting next to the base, digging into the cracks in the stone. When she felt that gaze, she subconsciously touched her face.

Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?

"No."

Qianyu's gaze remained fixed on him.

"Then you..." Xiaoyu stood up, feeling a chill run down her spine from his gaze, and took a half step back. "What's wrong? Brother Qianyu, your expression is so scary."

"There was a sentence written on the fragment," Qianyu said. "The true history book has always been with me."

"Hmm, and then?"

"Along this journey, I've been with four people in total: Jackie Chan, my father, Ximu, and you."

Xiaoyu blinked, still not quite understanding.

Qianyu held up three fingers and then broke them off one by one.

"Throughout this process, I've completely ruled out Jackie Chan and Uncle as suspects, and as for Ximu, needless to say, that guy is just Shendu's body double."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Xiaoyu.

"After eliminating all impossible options, the remaining one, no matter how outrageous, is still the answer."

Xiaoyu's eyes widened in surprise.

"Brother Qianyu, do you suspect that the history book is hidden on me? I'm just a twelve-year-old kid! Why don't you suspect yourself first?!"

Chapter 205, the History of Time, concludes.

Xiaoyu hesitated for two seconds, but still reached out and took the fragment.

The moment my fingertip touched the paper, the edge of the fragment lit up.

A faint golden light seeped from the paper fibers.

Xiaoyu looked down at the glowing fragment in her hand, her face full of confusion.

What does this mean?

Qianyu took a step back and leaned against the wall beside her.

"Do you remember when the Holy Lord approached that fake history book with the fragment in this hall before? The fragment also emitted the same light."

The old man listened from the side, seemingly lost in thought.

"I knew something was wrong right away," Qianyu continued, "because I already knew it was a fake history book, and there was no reason for the fragments to resonate with a fake."

"But then I thought, what if the source of the fragments wasn't that book?"

Xiaoyu muttered to herself

"...It's me."

"That's right, so the real source of the fragment's glow was never that fake book. It was the Holy Lord who happened to be holding you hostage at the time."

"But...but!" Xiaoyu's voice rose, "We were huddled together on the flying carpet for hours! The fragment was in your arms then, at most half a meter away from me, and it didn't react at all!"

"I suspect this mechanism has two prerequisites."