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Jin's appearance was changing.
His hair grew long enough to cover his shoulders, and his two pupils were filled with the depth of a Plutonian who had reigned as the absolute ruler for ages.
He was gradually becoming the embodiment of the battle god, Vahn.
It was the result of Jin's ego completely submerging into the subconscious of the Vahn.
Lingling couldn't take his eyes off the abyss where Jin had disappeared within the inner world of the Vahn.
'Vahn! No matter how you look at it, this is not right. If it continues like this, that idiot's ego will completely vanish. So we have to finish this as quickly as possible!'
The Vahn nodded heavily.
Although she made this decision by trusting Jin, continuing the final form of the Plutonian Reign Sword was undoubtedly a dangerous choice.
So, as Lingling said, she had to give her all and end this confrontation in one shot.
Open, a roar that announced the rise of a single person as the King of Lightning.
War, the determination to annihilate the enemy.
Conclusion, a sword that transcends the limits of mortals.
In other words, the ability to challenge a god.
The ultimate lightning bolt becomes a pure white light above all.
The lightning bolts that had dyed the earth started to fade away and swirl, turning white.
The swirling lightning bolt centered around the Vahn absorbed the "order" of the world.
Sound was the first to disappear into the sea of lightning bolts.
The wail of the evil god, the eerie friction of the black and massive flesh mixing with machines, the screams of agony spat out as the ego tore apart, all these deafening noise resulting from the fusion of the evil god and Ram, and the breaths, astonishment, and sighs of the onlookers witnessing it all, and the sharp sonic boom caused by the storm of chaos.
They all fell into the sea of lightning bolts surrounding the Vahn.
Both the Vahn and the evil god, hundreds of fleets, and countless people were moving, but only the Vahn could make sounds or hear them.
Next, their vision disappeared.
The lightning bolts shone so intensely that it felt like it would burn their retinas, closing the pupils of everyone within it.
Even with their eyes closed, all they could see or feel was suffocating whiteness.
Within that, there was a faint image of the Vahn lingering.
Regardless of their position or the direction of their gaze, everyone saw the same scene.
No one was left out, and they were all watching the blurred figure of the Vahn.
They saw something that gave them the belief that they would be protected from anything.
On the other hand, the evil god saw the face of the Vahn.
Just facing it alone felt like her whole body, and even the life she had lived up to now, would be torn apart. The terrifying face, the merciless eyes, they were tearing apart the soul of the evil god.
With the disappearance of sound, even screams couldn't be uttered.
The evil god just opened and closed her mouths like fish, but no sound came out.
Finally, time vanished.
Everything trapped within the lightning bolts came to a halt.
Even allies like Cuicantelle and Enya, who were under Olta's protection, couldn't escape this absolute interference.
'Olta is afraid...!'
Even the two of them could sense that Olta was engulfed in fear. The god of time had been unable to overcome the phenomenon born from a mortal's sword.
Vahn walked slowly through the frozen world.
Within the whiteness, only the pale blade of Sigmund shimmered like a ghost.
And whenever Sigmund moved, the sea of lightning bolts roared in response.
When the sword pointed upward, the sharp essence of the sea reached out, and when the sword pointed downward, the surging lightning bolts sank in unison.
It was as if a giant whale was leaping out of the water.
With each strike of the sword, pieces of the evil god were torn apart. Or they disappeared. The chaos that made up the evil god evaporated like water when touched by the lightning bolts.
The chaos was being annihilated without the possibility of returning to the evil god or the Ram.
A silent massacre.
Those who witnessed it had to come up with such strange expressions. The evil god that had stained the whole world with despair was disappearing within a desolate silence.
Vahn simply unfolded her swordsmanship with a calm expression.
Between the infinitely graceful trajectory left by Sigmund, the despair of the evil god was accumulating.
'So, I, Rosa Runcandel... am such a worthless existence…'
In the end, an indescribable sense of defeat welled up within the evil god.
There was nothing.
She could do nothing. Even while her flesh and soul were being severed by Sigmund, she had almost finished her fusion with Ram.
She had gained an even stronger divine power without losing her identity as Rosa Runcandel.
But what good did it do?
Even if she fused with Ram a thousand times, she could never defeat that monster.
Unless she became a perfect divine being, positioned at the highest point among them all, there was no hope of defeating Vahn.
It felt as if she was going mad.
She couldn't accept it.
The fact that she was wrong, the fact that even the power she had sacrificed so much to obtain couldn't change the situation, the fact that it had to end like this.
It wasn't something she couldn't acknowledge. From the beginning, she was aware that there could be a existence with a power greater than her own in the world.
What the evil god truly couldn't accept was the fact that this was not a fight between herself and her youngest son.
The one she had wanted to confront with her life at stake wasn't the long-lost leader of a great race from 5000 ago; it was her own youngest son.
The battle god was ruining that fight now.
Whether she won or lost, the final battle had to be between herself and her youngest son.
If it was just a matter of borrowing power, she could have understood. After all, she herself had accepted the power of chaos.
But fighting against a monstrous being with no trace left of her youngest son was a horrifying ordeal.
After all, she hadn't completely abandoned her identity as Rosa Runcandel.
By the time the evil god had reached that thought...
Vahn's sword was pointing downwards.
Ram looked like a group of islands formed as the continent split.
Its body, stretching over 5km, had been completely destroyed.
The flesh of Ram and the evil god was being thoroughly shattered and dispersed into particles.
In the midst of all this, the evil god could see a single strand of 'line,' like a beam of salvation.
'What is that line...?'
The evil god could see a red line behind Vahn.
It had never been visible until now, but the red line was naturally connected to Vahn's body as if it had always been there.
Soon, the evil god intuitively felt it.
'It's the same connection point as when the youngest dealt with Luntia!'
The line that fused Jin and Vahn.
The true identity of the red line could only be that.
'Why didn't I think of it? If I cut that line... the battle god won't be able to remain attached to my youngest son anymore! After all, the battle god was summoned precisely because of that line as a medium...!'
Rosa felt as if her heart was pounding within her disappearing chest, even without a physical form.
Hope had arisen.
The glimpses of hope that Jin always found in the moments of despair, and the throbbing sensation when he reached out his hands to grasp it.
Now, the evil god felt a surge of determination.
Amidst engulfing in despair, the evil god's soul seemed to awaken.
If she could only sever that line, if she could cut it, she would be able to fight her youngest son once again.
Her determination burned fiercely.
And then, the shattered fragments of Ram slowly began to move, defying the frozen time.
It was a minuscule movement, but the fragments were indeed shifting.
Vahn regarded this fact with indifference.
After all, given the power that the evil god possessed, such a level of resistance was to be expected. Besides, she already knew what her plan was.
[I suppose you're planning to eliminate whatever connects me and brother Jin...?]
As if there was no doubt, Vahn didn't even bother concealing the fact that she had discerned the evil god's plan.
The evil god couldn't hear Vahn's voice.
Even if the sound had vanished, Vahn's voice resonated clearly in the mind of everyone.
Yet, the reason the evil god couldn't hear Vahn's voice was solely due to her unyielding determination, which had consumed her entirely.
The single-minded determination to sever the red line took shape.
Suddenly, a sword materialized in the empty space just ten steps ahead of Vahn.
It was the frenzy, the beloved sword of Rosa Runcandel in her human days.
After the frenzy, hands formed to grasp the sword and a torso to swing the arms, and eyes with black pupils appeared along with the head and face adorned with chaos horns.
The evil god's body, once again resembling a human form, struggled to move through the air.
With the sword aimed at Vahn, the evil god took painstaking steps forward.
[Do you think it's possible?]
Vahn effortlessly erased the image of the sword with a single sword strike.
As Sigmund's energy surged, it swept past Rosa, leaving no trace in the empty space.
In this manner, the evil god continued to materialize her body, and Vahn put an end to it with each strike.
The evil god had already recreated the body dozens of times, yet the distance between her and Vahn did not diminish by a single step.
Instead, with each dissolution of her body, she only grew further apart.
Even if there was hope, not everyone could grasp it through their own efforts.
The disappearance of the evil god's body meant that Ram's fragments were being consumed.
If a little more time passed like this, the chaos essence of the evil god would completely vanish from this land.
Vahn intensified her focus. She had no intention of showing any leisure or relaxation in her final moments against the evil god.
However, at the moment when Sigmund had bent the evil god's body backward for the hundredth time or so,
A scream echoed from the deepest recesses of Vahn's inner world.
It was Jin's scream.
Qwaul's predicted "one hour" hadn't even reached its halfway mark.
'Kaaaack! Vahn, stop! It's really the limit! You have to stop the battle god fusion right now, if you want to save Jin!'
The abyss within Vahn's inner world was boiling.
Even Lingling was trapped and being eroded within it.
Lingling believed that stopping now would be the last moment to save Jin's ego.
Ultimately, Vahn halted the sword that had been striking the evil god.
The evil god, with a broken and battered body, leaped toward Vahn.
[Lucky for you, evil god,] Vahn remarked.
She didn't dodge the evil god's sword, which was inches away from her.
She simply let it pass, trusting that it would sever the red line.
[I'll leave the rest to brother Jin... and that friend.]
Vahn, through Jin's inner world, whom she had glimpsed since the moment of their fusion, realized that she was not the first and final reinforcement.
[I entrust my brother Jin to you, Black Dragon Murakan.]
Frenzy severed the red line.
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