Altira was angry, for the first time in his life.
Driven by this emotion, she traced back to her origins, assimilated with her own self on the moon, transformed into the giant god of destruction, Sefalu, and returned to the earth.
She had only one goal, to destroy the murderer who harmed him and protect her and his important people.
She had also thought about the final outcome. The Holy Sword of the Star was nearby, and when the time came, she would let its master destroy her, just like the 14,000 years before.
This idea ultimately failed because she was not the only one with similar ideas, but her intentions and her dedication were real, and no one could deny that.
However, no matter what ideas or starting points one has, some things must be done and some existences must be eliminated, because from the perspective of the planet and human beings, their existence is wrong.
Shinji stared at Altira and said through gritted teeth:
"Remember what I said? If you become like this, you are my enemy, and I will defeat you by any means necessary."
"Yeah... I remember... So... Come... Defeat me... Like that holy swordsman... "
"I am not a holy sword user, and the sword I want to use is not a holy sword."
The five fingers of his right hand opened, and a three-edged long sword composed of the three primary colors of red, yellow and blue fell into his hand. It was the "Sword of the God of War", the treasure that Altira had when he was a servant.
For some reason, the Servant has disappeared for a while, but the sword still hasn't disappeared.
Shinji turned the sword upside down, with the blade facing downward and the hilt facing upward. The hollow pendant at the end flipped upward, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky.
"Mars, continue. Two seconds until launch—"
At the end of the light, outside the atmosphere that is invisible to humans, a series of spells comparable to the "End Sword Enki" quickly took shape, releasing lasers that were thousands or even tens of thousands times thicker than light.
This is the true use of the "Sword of the God of War", the treasure of Attila, the King of the Huns. The three-color sword is not a sword at all, but a pointer used for positioning. When the true name is released, a huge beam of light will be dropped from a high altitude at the designated location to carry out wide-range annihilation.
The satellite laser weapon of the Age of Gods, an A++-rank anti-military and anti-city treasure, is named:
"Teardrop Photon Ray!"
Space-based energy descended from the sky, and its power was enough to split mountains and destroy cities, but the giant god who was hit directly did not receive too serious damage. After the initial stage, there is a trend of absorbing energy and becoming even bigger.
The giant's painful voice came from the column of light, not because of physical injuries, but from the struggle of humanity.
"No... this sword... can't defeat me..."
"I know. I just want to get familiar with your sword." Shinji shook his wrist, and the Sword of the God of War turned again. "Although I want to defeat you, that is the last resort. Before that, let me try harder - Altira, are you willing to believe me?"
"Well, I believe you." He answered without hesitation.
"Then I will respond to you with all my strength and declare—"
The sky and earth changed color.
The scenery around the boy disappeared, replaced by endless darkness.
It's not because of the change in weather, but it was directly replaced by a completely different scenery.
As if to reproach him for this, all the elements came forward to undo his behavior.
This scene is so familiar. It happened more than a thousand years ago and more than ten years ago.
The magical scene when the magicians who hold magic in their hands by chance completely lift the lid of "magic" for the first time.
"Hmm—"
The lightning flowed, mercilessly destroying the boy's body.
Miracles would destroy the world, so the world itself moves to obliterate him.
In the severe pain that burned all the cells in my body, my consciousness seemed to be disappearing from this world.
But he won't shrink back.
Such pain and isolation are all for the purpose of keeping one's soul connected to the "Vortex of Origin". This is the price of exercising magic that transcends humanity, planets, and even the universe.
He gritted his teeth, stayed awake, and fought against the shape of the universe.
The load burned out his retinas and nerves.
And at the end, he saw light.
"In my true (cautious) name of the revealed soul!"
Countless voices penetrated his soul, asking him to help, asking him to stop, but he ignored them all.
He reached his hand deep into the depths of ecstasy and touched the truth of magic.
The order of the world, the meaning of existence, the will of the planet, the will of mankind, all speak to him.
That kind of thing has nothing to do with him.
The boy had long understood that magicians were the world's enemies.
Now, there is only one reason that drives the boy forward, to find a glimmer of hope to save Altira.
The miracle he sought, the power he longed for, the glimmer of hope to save Altira.
From the beginning to the end, what the boy desired was not destruction, but salvation.
It is very similar to Aozaki Aoko and Kishua Zelrich Schbain-augu in the past. The reason why a magician is a magician may be just because of such a simple reason.
The order of the world is broken, abandoned by the planet, abandoned by humans, and returning from the things far away from the present world.
The rules of the world are being rewritten.
The scenery keeps changing, like countless revolving lanterns, spinning at the fastest speed, reflecting countless records and countless eras.
There are humans, there are monsters, there are gods, there are demons.
Too numerous to count, too exhaustive to describe, too numerous to explain.
It is like a review of the history of the planet, and tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years of time will pass in an instant.
"—Order (Three), collapses here (Soul materialize words.)!"
As stated in the declaration.
The third magic, after an absence of two thousand years, reappeared on earth and showed its true face.
In an instant, the desolate mountain changed its appearance and turned into a sea of light.
Pure white light, infinite light.
Only the bare trees around and the previously dug holes declared that this was still the original world.
The density of magic power increased sharply, and the overly active "Great Source" caused every human being in it to feel dizzy and nauseous to varying degrees.
"This, this is—"
"The order has changed. This is not the modern order, but the order when I was alive."
Medea was not a human, so she had no adverse reactions, but the horror in her eyes was heavier than anyone else's. She felt happy when she was first summoned, but now she only felt fear.
"But why?"
"Just look at these lights and you'll understand."
The person who spoke was Solomon. Only this magic king who was also born in the Age of Gods and was of a higher level could find the answer before Medea.
Medea quickly adjusted her mood and focused her gaze.
The next second, the emotions that had just stabilized got out of control again.
"He-Hecate, great goddess!!!"