You are all my wings!

Chapter 504 I Want Him More and More

At this moment, Lyon unleashed a torrent of magic upon the poem.

Normally, the Psalms do not require magic, but if magic is added, their power will be even greater.

As the magic was activated, this brilliant poem was infused into Astalia's body.

boom!!!!

She was stunned at that moment.

He felt as if he had completely merged with Leon.

What the eyes see, the ears hear, the nose smells, and the skin touches—all the senses—are combined and multiplied.

Her aura continued to rise, and she suddenly leaped to a level comparable to the illusory figure of the Lord of the Cold Prison before her.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she glanced at Leon. She understood.

The full power of his poetry not only blessed him, but also brought his soul and body into fusion with him.

Then he instantly possessed Leon's terrifying talent.

Sensing Lyon's seemingly effortless ability to grasp profound truths and vast amounts of knowledge, and his physical prowess that allowed him to unleash extraordinary physical skills at any moment, Astalia finally understood why Lyon always called himself a genius.

With his talent, calling himself a genius is an understatement.

[Goddess Astalia's favorability +2%, current favorability 123%]

What she didn't know was that Lyon was currently using thirteen modes, including eleven deep ones and two advanced ones, so his talent was naturally astonishing.

With the help of the poem, Leon's dozen or so modes are temporarily lent to Astalia. Combined with her own SR+ talent and the poem's enhancement, her combat power naturally rises to another level.

At this moment, inspiration surged within her, and coupled with her astonishing thirteenth-level cultivation, she instantly grasped the secret that had previously caused her some hesitation.

At the same time, they also came up with a more ingenious plan on how to deal with the current situation.

With a thought, Astalia, along with Leon, transformed into particles of light once more.

It was her most proficient twelfth-tier flight magic, the Myriad Transformations of Light Particles.

shhhhhh!

In the void of the Origin Land, a vast rain of light particles, shimmering with dazzling halos, transformed into a torrent like a shooting star, passing straight through the towering phantom of the Time Prison.

The original location of the Time Frost Prison was now suppressed by time and space, bound by the immense divine power of the Frost Prison, and frozen into ice that had existed for millions of years.

But at this moment, the light particles dispersed and found extremely fine channels in the frozen spacetime, similar to cracks in ice, and instantly entered this majestic phantom.

This Cold Prison of Time was, after all, just a projection from a distance, and it was clear that it had not yet recovered to its peak state, and there were indeed many extremely minor flaws in the frozen spacetime.

These weaknesses would normally have been enough to easily stop Astalia, or even suppress her.

But now, with the double blessing of Lyon's poems and her innate talents, Astalia can unleash power far exceeding what she has ever possessed.

In the blink of an eye, it completed the piercing, flew out from behind the phantom, and headed towards the newly formed continent of Oster. In the next blink, it entered the depths and flew out towards the core of the [Material Singularity], the [Singularity Core].

With Lyon's talent and the two masters of the restricted area attracting the attention of the Goddess of Origin, now is a golden opportunity to seize control of the core authority of this restricted area.

The Lord of the Frost Prison, watching Astalia fly into the New Auster Continent, was indeed wary and did not immediately choose to act; his phantom still stood outside the New Auster Continent.

However, the Lord of the Styx, who was chasing from behind, did not slow down at all. The divine might of the Styx appeared around her graceful figure, intimidating the Lord of the Cold Prison from afar.

"Aurahande, are you going to stop me?"

"Go ahead, but be careful not to go too far and attract 'her'."

A sound like ice crystals shattering rang out, and the phantom of the Time Prison slowly faded away, neither choosing to pursue further nor hindering the Lord of the Styx.

"You're smart to know what's good for you. No matter how high your rank is, the restricted area hasn't recovered much yet. How could you possibly stop me?"

The Lord of the Styx chuckled and suddenly flew into the New Auster Continent.

……

Inside the singularity of the Earth's core.

"Astalia, how's the progress?"

"Your poem's blessing is indeed powerful; I've now almost reached 80% control."

Astalia is focused on seizing core control of the singularity's core.

She had already gained control of 60%, but the remaining 40% was the most difficult, so she and Leon hadn't taken any further action in the past two months.

Unexpectedly, the situation spiraled out of control so quickly after Lyon's promotion that she had no choice but to take a risk.

"So that's how it is. Your goal is to seize control of this [Material Singularity]?"

A voice as cold as an icy spring came from afar, and a graceful figure in flowing black robes slowly entered this overlapping space-time.

Lyon glanced at her and saw that the Styx goddess was tall, about 1.9 meters, slightly shorter than Cheng Erheli, and the second tallest woman he had ever seen.

She wore a black trench coat over a twill, fitted mini skirt that revealed her shapely, long thighs and slender calves, and black mid-calf boots.

The bandage-style bodice tightly bound her chest horizontally, yet it remained as firm as a papaya, further highlighting her slightly exposed, clean collarbone, which seemed capable of holding a cannon.

Her long, slender arms were covered by black gauze sleeves that clung to her skin, and her delicate hands were gloved with dark gloves. One hand was tucked behind her waist, while the other gently gathered her long, smooth hair behind her ear, revealing her shapely, straight, and fair neck. Her figure and posture were extremely elegant.

Most notably, her eyes were captivating, with a pair of deep, dark pupils beneath her alluring, peach-blossom-like eyelids. Her gaze was so profound that it seemed to absorb all light.

These were the only two women Leon had ever met who shared the same eye color as him.

Beneath her high, straight nose, her lips, which seemed about to bleed, were slightly upturned, as if in a playful mood.

She was like a rose with thorns, dangerous yet beautiful.

Astalia's heart sank slightly. She hadn't expected that the Lord of the Styx would be so unfazed by the potential threat of the Goddess of Origin, and would even easily pass through the dense aura of origin.

"Lady Shiticus, Lyon has long been a follower of the Goddess of Origin, and his chest bears her curse mark. Are you really going to attack him?"

“If he weren’t ‘her’s’ person, I wouldn’t have made a move.”

Shitikos smiled slightly, then reached out her hand, unleashing the power of the Styx River, and an immense suction force appeared on her five fingers.

This suction force contained the power of various authorities and was extremely powerful, instantly pulling Leon out of Astalia's grasp.

Astalia frowned, diverting her remaining strength to unleash holy light that enveloped Leon.

However, although she was temporarily strengthened, she was still distracted, and the power of the Styx God was indeed formidable. Its inner mystical power continuously dissipated her holy light, slowly pulling Leon towards her.

"Not bad. A mere seventh-tier poem is enough to make you and me compete like this. It seems I want it more and more."

Shitikos smiled, amplifying her divine power with a wave of her hand, while simultaneously drawing upon the power of the distant Styx River's authority to enhance her power.

The Void River of the Underworld gathers numerous fragments of the three major powers among the ten strongest powers: [Time and Space], [Spirituality], and [Civilization]. Combined with the great power of the world's birth, it forms a special forbidden zone that can naturally absorb and bury a large number of dead souls.

When she was first born, the Void River Styx ranked last among the thirteen forbidden zones of creation, but as the eras changed and more and more undead appeared, she became stronger and stronger.

Therefore, she was one of the first forbidden zone masters to successfully recover after being destroyed.

Another place with a similar function to the River Styx is the Hell of Life and Death, which is also a place where a large number of dead souls are buried.

The main difference is that the former buries the spirits of the mortal world, while the Hell of Life and Death buries mostly the spirits of gods or spirits with divine characteristics.

Therefore, in the early stages of creation, the Purgatory of Life and Death ranked higher, on par with the Time Freeze Prison, because the Purgatory of Life and Death absorbed the spirits of many nature gods who perished in the early stages of creation and digested much of the essence of creation.

Therefore, for a deity to be resurrected, they must first pass through the ordeal of life and death; if they cannot pass through it, they may not be able to be resurrected smoothly.

In other words, it was only after the two supreme beings joined forces to suppress the hell of life and death that the revival of gods in later generations became much easier.

At this moment, the power of the Styx was mobilized, and Astalia's pressure began to surge.

With a thought, Leon summoned the divine energy he had been holding back and used it to bless Astalia once more.

This back-and-forth struggle resulted in a brief equilibrium between the two.

Upon seeing this, Shitikos's expression shifted slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across her face.

She never expected that Lyon could actually provide further support.

Regardless, she didn't care; time was still in her hands.

If this continues, Astalia will definitely not be able to withstand her own suction.

Just then, Leon spoke up from between the two men:

"Lady Styx, is it because 'she' is temporarily too busy to keep an eye on this place that you've chased us here so brazenly?"

Styx ignored Leon, seemingly not taking him seriously.

Lyon continued:

"It seems so. No wonder you've been lying low for so long, yet you chose to reappear at this time. But do you know that you're not seeking revenge now, but rather weakening the forces that will carry out your revenge?"

Stitch raised an eyebrow slightly, but still did not answer Lyon.

"You don't believe I also want to rebel against 'her'?"

Lyon said:

"But it's understandable. You don't believe that someone with the Origin Mark on their chest would want to rebel against that existence, just as I don't believe you can defeat 'her' either."

Shitikos's eyes, as black as pearls, narrowed slightly.

"Don't think I'm overstepping my bounds. Since you want to take my poems, you should allow me to say something. After all, my poems are so special that once I die, it's probably impossible for them to reappear in the future."

Lyon said.

At this moment, Shitikos finally spoke up: "Are you trying to stall for time by spouting all this nonsense? There's no need. Your fate is already sealed."

“Your Excellency, since you don’t care whether I want to rebel against ‘her’, let me say something else. For example, I’ve been thinking about why you haven’t attacked Astalia directly now that we no longer have the protection of the Holy Tree.”

Lyon said calmly:

“Normally, with your rank, you would be able to crush any ordinary true god. But after you came here, you didn’t attack Astalia. Instead, you chose to pull me in. This shows that although you can be a little unrestrained now while ‘she’s’ not watching, you are ultimately not confident in dealing with ‘her’. This is the New Auster Continent. If the commotion gets too big, ‘she’ will definitely turn her attention, right?”

His words, though seemingly slow, were actually quite rapid and contained a wealth of information.

Shitikos looked surprised and asked, "So what?"

Leon smiled: "In other words, you are actually the one who is most hesitant to act. If I use magic to greatly disturb the singularity's core and attract 'her' attention, then the purpose of your operation will be ruined."

Shitikos's delicate features froze for a moment, then she burst into laughter as if amused:

"It is undeniable that you are indeed the most gifted among the intelligent species. To achieve such accomplishments at such a young age is something to be proud of. However, excessive pride is meaningless. No matter how strong a mortal is, he is still a mortal. How could he possibly interfere with a creation forbidden zone of such a high status?"

She laughed so hard she bent over, the papaya trembling.

Lyon nodded and said, "No wonder, your judgment is indeed very reasonable. After all, even if I can bless the poems for others, I don't seem to have much power myself."

Upon hearing this, Shitikos slowly suppressed her smile.

He was so calm.

This composure made her realize that even her forced smile didn't seem very meaningful.

"From what you're saying, you have other methods besides these poems?"

"That's right, exactly."

Lyon was still caught in the tug-of-war between the two forces. At this moment, he pointed to the surrounding elemental vortex, and a mysterious frost-white halo emanated from his fingertip.

Wherever the halo passed, the terrifying elemental vortex within the core of this forbidden zone, powerful enough to annihilate most gods, surprisingly condensed.

"This move is my self-created magic, [Elemental Time Freeze]. Combined with various time-based mystical powers, it can directly freeze the time contained within elements."

As Leon spoke, he withdrew the glow from his fingertips.

He had too much mana to supply the poems, and although it was still replenishing rapidly, it was still in a low-level range, so he withdrew it after a brief display.

"During this advancement, I gained new insights. Combining my two self-created techniques, [Material Miracle Alchemy] and [Illusory Truth Deduction Technique], with the [Frosty Moon Flowing Light] magic I learned from Lady Aurahandai, the four major magics were merged into one and sublimated into a brand new magic, which I call [Time Particle Blast].

As he spoke, a faint halo of light condensed again at Lyon's fingertips.

This halo was much dimmer than the previous frosty white halo, but it clearly contained terrifying power.

Once activated, it began to devour the terrifying vortex of elements surrounding the entire singularity's core.

This scene caused Shitikos to frown slightly.

"Do you see that, Your Excellency? Under the interference of my [False Truth Deduction Technique], time can also extract material particles. These particles are similar to the essence of spacetime, but not quite complete. As I continuously condense these particles with the magic of freezing time, once the compression limit is reached, it will be an ultimate explosion."

Shitikos frowned.