At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

On the other side of the Tsar, Tendo Kisara held a slender katana against Ivan the Terrible's neck. This katana was an eighth-tier quasi-divine weapon that she had crafted by the master forgers of the 'Craftsmen's Association' after spending all her savings and almost pawning her clothes to gather the materials. It already possessed the hardness of a true divine weapon and could cut through a divine body. As long as the power within it was replenished, it could be upgraded to a divine weapon of power.

"The Holy Grand Cross! God says, I promise that those who believe in me will not lose themselves in the Holy Light." Pope Francis raised his scepter high, and pure white holy light shone forth, illuminating a radius of ten kilometers.

However, those who are touched by the holy light quickly calm their turbulent spirits, and even their abnormal emotions gradually stabilize.

"Ivan IV Vasilyevich, are you a little more awake?" Pope Francis flew to the front of the behemoth, less than a hundred meters from Ivan the Terrible, and asked gently.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Ivan the Terrible coughed up blood like thunderbolts from his terrifying inhuman face. He did not answer immediately, but checked his own condition.

His body surface appeared unharmed, but his internal organs were destroyed. His bones, internal organs, and magical beast organs were all like fragile porcelain. Although he had not yet lost the ability to resist, he would be completely defeated after one more attack like this.

The mountain beast that shared his life was in an even worse state; the flesh on the surface of its two forelegs had been severed, rendering it unable to move. Forcing it to move would only cause it to fall. However, its bones were not damaged and would regenerate in time.

He reviewed every moment from when he launched his full-scale attack until now.

Ultimately, he couldn't even recall how he was attacked in such a way, meaning their attack was instantaneous, so fast that he couldn't react in time.

“Hehehe... Is this the Chaldea of ​​Pan-Human History…” Ivan the Terrible laughed bitterly as he spat out blood that resembled lightning plasma: “No wonder you are the ‘correct history,’ while we are destined to be eliminated.”

"I can't even see how you're attacking. If you do it again, I'll die."

“Ivan IV, we…” Irene was interrupted by Ivan IV before she could finish speaking.

"Shut up! Messenger of God! I don't want to hear any divine pronouncements from God right now!" Ivan the Terrible roared angrily at Irene, who had three pairs of angel wings and a holy halo above her head.

The messengers of God have already descended, and he knows that no matter what he does, he cannot defeat them and allow the Russian Lostbelt to survive.

He no longer believes in God! The Russian people offered their most devout faith to God, yet they could not receive even a shred of God's mercy in the face of extinction. When the world comes to an end, the arrival of God's messengers is nothing more than announcing the end of everything. Is there any need to listen to such a 'divine oracle'?

The divine oracle that the Russian people could not survive was meaningless to the Tsar!

"..." Irene was taken aback, but she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she showed respect to Ivan the Terrible. As an angel, she could naturally see Ivan the Terrible's good and evil deeds, and she always respected those who had accomplished great things.

Nero and Kisara watched as Ivan the Terrible, whose restless power had subsided, sheathed his sword and stepped aside as a sign of respect.

Seeing this, Ivan the Terrible's resentment lessened considerably; at least the conquerors from across human history had given him, the Tsar, the dignity he deserved.

"I only want to ask the Master of Pan-Human History one thing right now." Ivan the Terrible raised his head and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was being protected by Mash behind him.

"So young, not even an adult yet, and already shouldering the heavy responsibility of correcting the world and eliminating the 'useless world'."

"It's called Fujimaru Ritsuka, isn't it?" Ivan the Terrible's voice was weak, but it sounded strong and resonant.

“What would you like to ask? We’ve come here to communicate with you peacefully,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

“Peaceful communication? Ha! We Lostbelts and Pan-Human History are bound to suffer all the misfortunes. Survival can only be achieved through the destruction of the other side. Even if defeat is inevitable, I will fight until the moment when there is no more resistance.” Ivan the Terrible said weakly.

“We…” Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to deny it and tell the truth when Ivan the Terrible interrupted her.

"Enough with the pointless chatter." Ivan the Terrible stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka and asked, "Fujimaru Ritsuka, you Chaldea have already seen everything in this cold world since you came here."

"He even befriended the Yaga people and organized their rebellion."

Ivan the Terrible's voice trembled; it was a question, and also an inquiry into Fujimaru Ritsuka's resolve: "But... is your world really that valuable?"

"Is it so valuable that it's worth slaughtering all the people struggling in this world?"

"If you want to save your humanity, you have to destroy mine, little girl from Chaldea. Do you have that right?"

"Do you dare to tell the people of Russia 'Go to hell' without any remorse? Do you have the awareness to do so? Do you dare to give that order?!"

Ivan the Terrible became more and more agitated as he spoke, his monster body trembling as he stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka, awaiting her answer.

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell silent for a moment as he listened to Ivan the Terrible's questioning.

If God had not descended, if God had not given her the 'seed of the World Tree', then there would have been only one outcome for her coming to the Russian Lostbelt.

She will feel lost, guilty, and heartbroken, but there is nothing she can do. For the sake of Pan-Human History and to reclaim the future that should be hers, she will resolutely cut the Lostbelt after her hesitation and confusion.

The one who initiated the filtering of alternate history phenomena was not Pan-Human History, nor Chaldea, nor even her, but the Alien God.

The rulers of the Lostbelts have no right to criticize her or Chaldea; she simply wants to reclaim the future.

Similarly, she has no right to blame anyone in the Lostbelt. This is a struggle for survival, a life-or-death struggle. She doesn't want to die, nor does she want to lose the familiar world and the people she once interacted with.

"No! I'm not here to destroy the Lostbelt! I'm here to save it!" Fujimaru Ritsuka declared loudly, meeting the Tsar's gaze without a trace of remorse.

"How will you save her!" Ivan the Terrible demanded. Couldn't she recognize herself in the face of absolute truth? He was filled with disappointment upon hearing this answer. Was the Master of Pan-Human History ultimately just an innocent little girl?

hum~

At that moment, in Fujimaru Ritsuka's personal space, a seed of the World Tree resonated with the Lostbelt King's strong will to survive and Fujimaru Ritsuka's belief in saving the world.

A colorful seed the size of a walnut appeared in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The fundamental laws of the world, composed of the seven elements, emanated from the seed of the World Tree.

The light was soft yet absolute, enveloping the Russian land for a hundred kilometers in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the land, which had been completely transformed by the battle, began to show signs of life at a visible speed. The extremely cold temperature suddenly rose by tens of degrees before stopping. Although it was still tens of degrees below zero, it was already considered warm for Yaga.

In addition, a thin layer of green moss appears in the cracks between rocks and under the snow, with tiny spores emerging. These are grass seeds and spores that were left on the earth before the Ice Age, and they have sprouted under the influence of the laws of the world.

"A resonance has occurred..." Everyone from the main universe understood what had happened upon seeing this.

The seeds of the World Tree come from the 'Supreme Tree King', and it is said that if you are lucky enough to visit the Pantheon, you can find them in the Pantheon's garden.

However, simply planting the 'World Tree Seed' on the ground will not guarantee that it will sprout and transform the planet.

For the 'World Tree' to sprout, it must be watered with pure 'will', 'belief', and 'desire'.

Generally speaking, superhumans of the seventh rank or above have the ability to make the World Tree seed sprout. The more desires and beliefs they nurture and the purer they are, the greater their power to transform the planet's environment.

Currently, even at the seventh level, it's only enough to modify the environment of a small asteroid with a diameter of no more than 200 kilometers.

As a god-level being, Ivan the Terrible instantly sensed the change in the world and suddenly looked at the inconspicuous 'walnut' in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"What is that...?"

He could sense how terrifying, no, how great the power was contained within that tiny 'walnut'.

That was an absolutely gentle power capable of changing everything. Just by feeling that gentle aura, he could conjure up beautiful images in his mind, which seemed to be the 'future' he wanted to change.

"Chaldea was destroyed by the Hunters. I was furious and wished I could rush up and fight them myself." Fujimaru Ritsuka reached out and grasped the 'World Tree Seed' that was radiating power. Was this what God meant by watering it with one's own journey?

"But God gave this to me while I was desperately trying to escape."

"God said, the world that has been cut off is already miserable enough. If hope is followed by despair, how cruel would that be? That is not the future of the world."

"Perhaps, if God hadn't appeared and hadn't given me this, I really would have destroyed the world."

"God, God, He is so gentle and merciful, He has not abandoned any world that is trying to live."

"God said that when the 'seed of the World Tree' shines, the Lostbelt world will be saved."

"So I wasn't lying when I said that Chaldea came to save the world, but you certainly don't want to talk to us peacefully from the start, so we have to start fighting."

As Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, she extended the hand holding the 'World Tree Seed' toward Ivan the Terrible.

The World Tree seed drifted toward Ivan the Terrible.

The laws of the world are becoming increasingly powerful, slowly spreading throughout Russia.

When they arrived before Ivan the Terrible, the land, ravaged by battle, was covered with a light green layer, and the greenery coexisted with it, as if they had returned to the Siberian winter before the Ice Age.

“God…” Ivan the Terrible looked at the tiny seed floating in front of him. His anger and sorrow had vanished, replaced by indescribable emotions. The monstrous body, over five meters tall, knelt down, tears streaming down his inhuman face.

"So, you didn't abandon us after all... I'm sorry! I actually questioned your compassion."

“Even if the world has rejected us, you have never denied that even Lostbelts have the right to exist.”

The endless shame made the Tsar feel utterly ashamed, and the compassion and tenderness in the tiny seed made him weep silently.

Irene looked at the Tsar, who was weeping silently, and said, "My lord has never abandoned any world. As long as one does not fall, salvation will surely come."

"God, please forgive me!" Ivan the Terrible cried out, tears streaming down his face, as he cradled the tiny World Tree race in his hands with utmost devotion.

"I apologize, I am guilty, Your Excellency. I have just spoken disrespectfully to you and overstepped my divine authority."

What have I done to attack the messengers who came to save the world? This is a desecration of hope.

The crowd watched the Tsar weep silently, observing him calmly. Finding redemption in despair, it's impossible for anyone not to cry.

Ivan the Terrible stood up, bowed to everyone, and apologized with remorse: "I am so sorry, I mistook the envoys for enemies and almost caused a terrible mistake."

He then looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, I am deeply sorry for destroying Chaldea. Please allow me to make amends and help you rebuild Chaldea."

"Although I'm still very angry, everyone in Chaldea escaped unharmed, so I'll reluctantly forgive you," Fujimaru Ritsuka said, hands on her hips.

She had come to regard Chaldea as her home. Do you know how heartbroken she was when Chaldea was gone?

“I’m sorry, I cannot invite you into Moscow immediately.” Ivan the Terrible looked at the enormous 'Imaginary Tree' that pierced the clouds behind Moscow: “I must now cut down the Imaginary Tree of the Alien God and plant the World Tree.”

"The people of Russia cannot wait even a day longer."

“We’ll help too,” the Pope said with a smile.

"Such a huge thing, if it fell, it would probably destroy Moscow."

Although the battle was dangerous, the Tsar's attack completely avoided Moscow, and at the same time, the Pope's power protected Yaga within the battle range, so no Yaga died, although they were injured to some extent, especially from the aftershocks of that storm that was comparable to a Category 10 hurricane.

However, the Yaga's physique is ten times stronger than that of humans, so the aftershocks would at most injure them, but not kill them.

The Imaginary Tree did not take root in the Russian Lostbelt, so it is now just an empty shell and has no power to resist.

After Irene healed Ivan the Terrible, everyone turned their attacks on the Imaginary Tree.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Under the relentless attacks, the Imaginary Tree was felled and plummeted toward the earth, but before it could fully land, it was shattered by a series of attacks, turning into large fragments that fell to the ground, causing the earth to tremble continuously.

But this level of tremor is nothing compared to the battle just now.

"God, have mercy on this land." Ivan the Terrible knelt beneath the ruins of the Imaginary Tree, his rough hands carefully cradling the World Tree seed, gently lowering it to the ground.

hum~

The World Tree seed split open as soon as it hit the ground, and seven silver buds of different colors emerged. They grew rapidly and soon reached a height of one meter. The buds branched out, forming a trunk and seven branches, each of which grew a leaf of one of seven colors.

After the leaves appeared, a spatial wall began to form around the World Tree bud, isolating it from the outside space, and then it slowly sank into the ground.

Moments later, starting from the land where the World Tree was planted, the atmospheric temperature rose rapidly, quickly reaching several degrees above zero. The ice and snow melted visibly, and tender green grass sprouted from the soil.

Green spread rapidly into the distance, the endless blizzard from the sky stopped, and even inconspicuous little flowers appeared on the blades of grass.

"miracle?"