Even the towering Dark Giant, toppled over, seemed to let out a fearful wail under this overwhelming pressure!
This aura of oppression made Jieluolu’er, who was just now stabilizing the giant’s fall while hovering in midair, feel a violent tremor deep within her soul—and a weighty, unprecedented sense of solemn doubt.
For the first time, the flawless, sacred yet sinister visage of Jieluolu’er lost that indifferent composure that commanded absolute control over everything.
Her eyes locked tightly onto the figure below, radiating a threatening aura that even unsettled her, and she whispered in disbelief, her voice trembling.
“What is going on?”
She recalled the recent intelligence about Endymion City—the rumor that someone had tried to awaken the slumbering Holy Archmage King, and apparently succeeded. The resurrected Saint King had been defeated by the Kingdom’s S-rank squad, the “Rainbow Bonds”—
But now, it seemed those rumors were false!
Jieluolu’er turned to Ailin; their eyes met, and she saw an unusual light flickering within Ailin’s gaze.
That shimmering brilliance sent a shiver through her heart.
Biting her lip tightly, no longer hesitating, she let out a low command. Behind her, three pairs of illusory black and white wings unfurled! Within the glowing aura, her figure rapidly reverted to youth—soon becoming an exquisitely beautiful young maiden at the peak of her prime, descending like a divine demon.
As Jieluolu’er flapped her wings, black and white feathers scattered like snowflakes.
Ailin and Jieluolu’er’s gazes intersected across the distance, with nothing in their eyes but each other.
The next instant, Ailin raised her hand slightly and murmured, “This place is too cramped. Let’s go.”
Jieluolu’er suddenly felt an unprecedented surge of immense power rising from the ground.
When she regained awareness, she found herself tens of thousands of meters above the earth, even able to see the entire silhouette of the azure planet.
“A single wave of the hand can wield such power?”
Jieluolu’er’s eyes widened, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Her divine-demonic form had already transcended mortal limits, formidable even against the Empire’s hundreds of thousands of troops.
Yet facing the girl before her, she felt uncertain.
Could I really defeat the Holy Archmage King? Is it even possible?
Ailin floated before Jieluolu’er, her thoughts foggy and unclear, memories from past and present colliding and merging within her mind.
In the Holy Archmage King’s memories, Ailin saw her sister Minian, the years at the Magic Academy, the first Sword Saint Frita, the Archmage Sage Old Kadain, the sorrowful fairy queen Aphalia staring at her, and the radiant goddess tenderly embracing her neck atop the mountain peaks…
Within Ailin’s own memories flashed Serena, her mother Cecil, sister Aila, maid Leyla, and two shadows slowly overlapping—Clarette and Frederica.
Seeing Ailin slip into a state of confusion, Jieluolu’er’s eyes brightened, ready to seize the opportunity to strike!!
High above at ten thousand meters, a cold and deathly silence prevailed.
Only the icy light of the stars and the massive curve of the blue planet below formed the cosmic stage.
Ailin hovered at the center of this vacuum stage, the Holy Archmage King’s magnificent robe flowing with the illusionary colors of the galaxy.
Her golden eyes shimmered with radiant colors, reflecting the vastness of the universe and the chaotic storm brewing within her heart.
Two massive torrents of memories clashed and merged fiercely deep within her soul.
Fragments of memory scattered like uncontrolled meteors, rampaging across the starry sea of her consciousness, bringing tearing pain and indescribable confusion.
Who was she? The ancient ruler commanding the magic network, the one who saw through all truths?
Or the silver-haired girl who struggled to survive in the kingdom’s whirlpool, only to be finally trapped by fate in the Empire’s prison?
Just as Ailin’s spirit briefly faltered, and her perception of the outside world dropped to a minimum—
Jieluolu’er’s divine-demonic eyes shot out piercing rays!
“Opportunity!” A cold thought exploded in her mind.
Facing a legendary existence like the Holy Archmage King, any flaw is fatal! Especially one caught in memory chaos, utterly defenseless! This is a godsend chance!
“Hmph! The so-called Holy Archmage King is nothing but this!”
Jieluolu’er sneered coldly inside, madness and murderous intent overwhelming the faint tremor from her soul.
The three pairs of light and dark wings behind her flapped fiercely.
Her figure instantly became a streak of light tearing through the vacuum, so fast she left black and white afterimages trailing behind!
She clenched both hands in the void, summoning two divine swords emitting terrifying magical fluctuations!
In her left hand was a longsword whose blade flowed like molten lava, burning with blazing white holy flames!
A pulsating core, like a miniature sun, was embedded in the crossguard, warping the space around it slightly, radiating the glorious divine might of chaos’s creation and the birth of all things!
“This is the [Holy Genesis Sword·Ymir]!” Jieluolu’er’s voice carried fanaticism and pride, piercing the vacuum and echoing in Ailin’s mind, “Forged with the very first spark of creation’s fire! Where its blade points, chaos flees, and all magic burns!”
In her right hand was a slender sword, carved from eternal ice, covered with dark blue frost crystals!
Where its edge passed, even space seemed frozen, leaving faint crystalline traces, radiating a chilling aura that could freeze souls and extinguish all life! Embedded in its hilt was a black gem, deep as the eternal night, seeming to absorb all light—like a gateway to the nine abyssal hells!
“This is the [Sword of Condemnation·Fafnir]!” Jieluolu’er’s voice grew icy and cutting, “Forged from the bitter cold iron mined from the deepest depths of the nine abyssal underworld! Wherever its edge strikes, souls freeze and vitality is forever lost!”
One fire, one ice; one creates, one destroys!
With these two divine swords embodying the cosmic fundamental laws in her hands, Jieluolu’er’s momentum soared to its peak!
No hesitation remained in her eyes—only absolute desire and madness for victory!
“Die, Endymion! Your era has long since ended!”
Like lightning, Jieluolu’er appeared instantly beside Ailin.
The [Holy Genesis Sword·Ymir], blazing with white holy flames that could incinerate galaxies, slashed across Ailin’s waist!
Simultaneously, the [Sword of Condemnation·Fafnir] struck like a venomous serpent’s tongue, piercing the undefended back of Ailin with chilling nine abyssal frost!
The assault was ruthless and precise, sealing off all escape for Ailin!
The expected sound of blade piercing flesh did not ring out!
Instead, both attacks crashed fiercely against a suddenly appearing, thin-as-cicada-wing yet impenetrable, glaze-blue magical shield!
The scorching white flames of creation burned wildly on the shield’s surface, crackling sharply, yet not a single ripple stirred!
The deep blue frost of the nine abyssal hells tried to freeze and erode the shield, but the translucent light membrane flowed with cosmic rune patterns—any frost contact was neutralized and obliterated instantly by an invisible force!
Ailin remained suspended in place, eyes unfocused, seemingly oblivious to the lethal strikes right before her.
The magical shield around her was like the very sigh of the universe forged into a wall, casually repelling Jieluolu’er’s desperate twin sword assault!
“What?!”
Jieluolu’er’s pupils contracted sharply; a wild storm rose within her heart.
How was this possible?!
Her two divine swords contained the primordial forces of creation and destruction!
Even the gods would not dare endure such a direct hit!
How could this seemingly fragile magical shield remain unscathed?!
“Impossible. Absolutely impossible!” Jieluolu’er refused to accept the outcome, fury replacing doubt!
Her light and dark wings flapped wildly, her figure becoming countless indistinct streaks of light, weaving a storm of attacks around the motionless Ailin!
“Hmph, not fighting back? Or have you lost the ability to respond?”
“The Holy Archmage King is nothing before the great power granted by my lord! Behold, this chaotic spiral of light and shadow—that is a terrifying storm capable of crushing even gods!!”
The white holy flames of the [Holy Genesis Sword] thundered against the shield like raging waves crashing on the shore!
The dark blue chill of the [Sword of Condemnation] clung like bone-maggots, seeking weak points in the shield!
In the vacuum, bursts of dazzling energy flared—sacrificial explosions created as creation fire and nine abyssal frost were annihilated by the shield’s laws!
Jieluolu’er’s speed reached its extreme; her form nearly vanished, leaving only the black and white streaks and the destructive trails of her swords, weaving a deadly net completely enclosing Ailin!
“What’s wrong? Great Holy Archmage King! Are you just going to hide in this pitiful turtle shell?!”
“Where is your power? Where is your dignity?! A thousand years have passed, and all that remains is this pathetic last gasp?!”
“Ha ha ha! What legends! What Archmage King! Nothing but a miserable wretch hiding in memories! Lacking even the courage to face reality!”
Jieluolu’er’s maddened thoughts roared through Ailin’s consciousness, growing ever faster, ever more frenzied in assault.
She gazed upon that unchanging, unyielding glaze-blue shield, which hadn’t even rippled with a trace of energy.
Yet in her heart, ecstasy and confidence bloomed wildly!
To her, Ailin’s total lack of response was proof of depleted magic and powerlessness to fight back!
This indestructible shield was merely a last-ditch life-saving gambit—a symbol of a dying struggle!
As long as she kept attacking, the shield would eventually shatter!
Victory was within her grasp!
“Your era is over! Endymion! The Holy City! The Kingdom! Even this world! Will all welcome a new order under my hand, Jieluolu’er! Chaos shall reign supreme!”
She laughed madly as her assaults grew fiercer and fiercer, as if she could already see the shield breaking and Ailin turning to cosmic dust beneath her blade!
At the climax of this frenzied attack, when Jieluolu’er gathered all her strength to deliver the final blow—
An extremely faint yet endless irritated and impatient voice pierced through her fanatic mind’s roar like an ice spike, sounding clearly deep within her soul:
“So noisy.”