Fool's Library

"An ancient figure among legends."

"Besides the angels who surrounded and killed my sister, did the tomb guardians also send out other legends?"

Ophelia's expression changed.

"I wonder if Dean Yin and Akshia can handle it."

Both Dean Yin and Akshia were contingency plans arranged by Ophelia in advance, specifically to deal with unexpected changes.

Although Axia possesses the Death God's Star Grail, she has only recently ascended to the Legendary level... and Dean Yin usually seems rather unreliable.

Ophelia dared not say for sure whether they could successfully suppress the ancient legend from the tomb keeper.

Even if Dean Yin and her team ultimately win, if the aftermath of the battle is too great and affects the people of the capital... that would be an unacceptable loss for the empire.

Or perhaps—use weapons from the Forbidden List?

As the second princess of the empire and the highest-ranking mechanic, Ophelia wields many forbidden weapons listed in the Forbidden Catalogue.

For example, the "Taboo Index 0-13 Zenith Sword Prototype" that Rust used in the Battle of the Broken Shore to destroy Noah's Abundance Avatar was provided by Ophelia.

After Last's experiment in the Night World, the "Zenith Sword" has been greatly improved in terms of both accuracy and usability, and can now compress the landing point and kill range into a very small area.

Even so, Ophelia still had some reservations about using forbidden weapons in the capital.

However, just as Ophelia's mind was racing, pondering whether to unleash the mythical weapons in the Taboo Index...

next moment--

The world froze.

Whether it's the legend that rose in the northeast of the capital, the cultists preparing to create riots in various places, or even Ophelia's mechanical doll herself...

Everything was frozen in that solidified twilight.

Followed by.

Click.

Above the sky, which was dyed blood red by the twilight, suddenly appeared streaks of crystalline shattering.

Another moment.

The dome shattered.

Above the dim yellow sky, a dark crack quietly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a huge head, resembling a mythical wolf, slowly passed through the dark crevice.

Like a monstrous wolf devouring the sun, it stands majestically at the edge of the sky, overlooking everything in the human world.

"This is, almost a complete mythical creature's form..."

"A quasi-angel!"

Ophelia was startled.

"While dispatching at least three quasi-angels to hunt down the Queen, is there actually a real quasi-angel lurking in the mortal world on the side of the tomb guardians?"

This unexpected turn of events forced Ophelia to immediately set aside her previous concerns and begin the activation process for "The Zenith Sword".

However, next.

Accompanied by the expansion of the pitch-black cracks.

Ophelia finally saw everything above the dome clearly—

That majestic head, resembling the head of a mythical wolf capable of devouring stars...

Really, it was just a head.

It was just the head of a mythical creature, its body and head separated...

At this moment, the figure that was descending into the mortal world through the crack in the world barrier, carrying the head of a demonic wolf in one hand, was a young girl.

She stood there on the dim yellow sky, her figure so thin and slender, yet her posture as she looked down upon the world from the edge of the heavens was so majestic and noble.

The shattered metal particles gathered around the humanoid figure, transforming into silvery-white wings that hung to the sky.

At the center of the towering steel wings was the figure of a young girl, as ferocious as a ghost and as majestic as a king, like a mechanical empress reigning over the world.

Except for her face, her entire body had obvious mechanized features. Her originally slender, white neck was now covered with a layer of pale silver steel armor.

The towering steel wings stirred up a fierce wind, and long, pale golden hair fluttered in the breeze.

But unlike those towering steel wings, the girl's eyes were a soft, sky-blue.

"Angel……"

Ophelia murmured to herself.

Although the girl's figure was so slender, the moment she appeared in the sky, all the extraordinary beings who witnessed her figure felt the difference in their level of life.

Those were not merely quasi-angels who had touched the threshold but had not yet truly crossed it...

Rather, he is an angel who truly reigns supreme over time.

As for Ophelia, who had once sought out Dean Yin out of curiosity to learn a great deal of intelligence and information about him.

Compared to the other superhumans who knew nothing, she wanted to know even more... the identity and true name of that girl at the end of the sky.

Amys Justia.

More than two hundred years ago, Raste's childhood sweetheart in Canaan.

She is also a true "Angel of Judgment".

"The gravediggers really went all out... They even deployed a quasi-angel just to kill a vegetable lying in a hospital bed."

At the edge of the dusky sky, steel wings flutter.

The blonde girl looked at the unseeing head of the quasi-angel in her hand and couldn't help but smile.

"Unfortunately, someone didn't want to make a move too early in order to maintain the so-called 'surprise'..."

"So, I'm the only one left to do these things."

She waved her hand gently, and the wolf's head disintegrated along with the massive headless corpse behind it.

Within a few breaths, it vanished silently into the rift in space.

After doing all this, Amys finally turned her gaze back to the imperial capital shrouded in twilight beneath the sky.

"This is the real world more than two hundred years after Canaan disappeared."

"Yes, that continent where he rediscovered himself, blessed by the dawn and starlight."

A rather complex expression flashed in the blonde girl's sky-blue eyes.

There was curiosity, regret, and fleeting moments of reflection and confusion.

But in the end, all those expressions transformed into deep anticipation and hope.

"That small town called Canaan has finally vanished, becoming only a scene in our memories..."

"And this is where things will begin from this day forward—"

"The place where I and Rust will live together again."

Amys paused slightly.

"However, according to his wishes..."

"Before that, we need to get rid of some unromantic types."

High in the sky, the girl's gaze swept across the entire imperial capital on the ground.

It was just a casual glance, but at the same time, Ophelia suddenly realized... including her own mechanical doll disguised as a cult leader.

All the cultists lurking in the capital have now been completely locked down and can no longer escape.

Even if a significant portion of these cult members haven't actually taken any action since arriving in the capital, it's useless.

This is a power unique to the angels of judgment.

In an instant, Amys had traversed the entire river of time, using the imprint of time to lock in the identities, past, and all the experiences of these cultists.

then.

A single syllable rang clearly and distinctly in the ears of every cultist lurking in the capital.

Despite never having studied this ancient language, all the cult members who heard the sound understood the meaning of the syllable—

"Trial".

One ten-thousandth of a second later.

The orders of "destruction" and "judgment" were issued to all cultists in the capital.

The cultist's body disintegrated in an instant, breaking down from its original flesh and blood into the most basic microscopic particles, and could no longer form a complete entity.

For ordinary residents of the capital, it was just a momentary daze before the world returned to normal.

However, all the cultists who had invaded the capital were given a judgment by fate in that instant of confusion, and then disappeared completely.

Not only the physical body, but also all traces of its past existence have been completely erased from the river of time... not a single trace of its existence can be found.

……

boom--

Inside the palace, in an inconspicuous courtyard.

Ophelia slammed the remote-controlled helmet she was holding onto the table.

Just now... the order to "judge" was given, and those who were completely wiped out of existence from this world were not only the lurking cultists.

This also includes Ophelia's spy doll disguised as the "leader of the Mechanical Flesh Cult".

With the power of an angel, Ophelia had no belief that Amys, after reading the imprint of the River of Time, would be unable to distinguish the mechanical spy doll from other cultists, or its true origin.

Given this, the reason why the angel of judgment named Amys destroyed her own mechanical doll along with the other cultists is obvious.

Without a doubt, Amys had already sensed her own existence through the river of time... and even the little thoughts she was hiding in her heart.

Therefore, the other party's behavior—

This was undoubtedly a warning, or rather, an attempt to establish authority.

As Rust's childhood friend, she asserts her dominance over all the other men who covet that boy.

Before Ophelia's eyes, the clear image coalesced once more, revealing the figure of the young angel in the distant sky.

Although Ophelia's spy doll was destroyed, her various mechanical creations and familiars were scattered throughout the imperial capital, continuously and steadily supplying her with all kinds of intelligence.

however--

At this moment.

Looking up at the distant sky, there was the angel of judgment with sky-blue eyes and flowing golden hair.

Ophelia could only gently cover her chest, feeling that indescribable emotion welling up inside her once again.

The last time Ophelia experienced this feeling was in the corridor outside that hospital room... Her older sister was pouring her heart out to that young man in the ward, while she could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

At this moment, looking at the girl in the distant sky whose sky-blue eyes held a hidden expectation, Ophelia could only silently feel the bitterness slowly fermenting deep in her heart, making her heart ache so much that she could hardly breathe.

"The opponents are all such foul-breaking guys."

"How is this possible..."

"We won."

Ophelia's mutterings echoed in the room, unheard by anyone.

And it was at this moment.

Within the light screen, the blonde girl seemed to sense something, suddenly raising her head and casting her gaze into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, undisguised joy flashed in her eyes.

Ophelia watched Amies's abrupt actions on the light screen, and a thought struck her.

She knew that, given Amys Justia's status, there weren't many things in reality that could evoke strong emotions in her.

That angel of judgment has been separated from this world for far too long; nothing and no one in this world can probably move her.

And at this moment, what could make Amys show such an expression—