I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Altira was angry, the first time in her life that she was so angry.

Driven by this emotion, she traced her origins, assimilated with herself on the moon, transformed into the destroyed giant god Sefalu, and returned to the earth.

She had only one purpose, to destroy his murderer and protect her and his important people.

She has also thought about the final outcome. The Holy Sword of the Star is nearby, and when the time comes, its owner will destroy him, just like he did fourteen thousand years ago.

This idea ultimately failed because she was not the only one with similar ideas, but her intentions and dedication were genuine, and no one could deny this.

However, no matter what thoughts and starting points, some things must be done, and some existences must be eliminated, because from the perspective of the planet and humans, their existence is wrong.

Shinji stared at Altira, gritted his teeth and said:

"Remember what I said? If you become like this, you are my enemy, and I will use any means to knock you down."

"Well...I remember...so...come...defeat me...like that Holy Sword user..."

"I am not a holy sword user, and the sword I want to use is not a holy sword either."

The five fingers of his right hand were 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", Altira's noble phantom 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 down and the hilt facing up. The hollow pendant at the end flipped upward, spraying out a beam of light straight into the sky.

"Mars continues, there are still 2 seconds left before launch——"

At the end of the light, outside the atmosphere invisible to humans, a chain of spells comparable to the "Ending Sword Enki" quickly took shape, releasing lasers a thousand or ten thousand times stronger than the light.

This is the true use of the "Sword of the God of War", the noble phantom of Attila, King of the Huns. The three-color edge sword is not a sword at all, but a pointer used for positioning. When the true name is liberated, a huge beam of light will be dropped from a distant high altitude at the designated location to annihilate it in a wide range.

The satellite laser weapon of the Gods, an A++-level anti-army and anti-city treasure, its name is:

"Teardrop Photon Ray, the Sword of the God of War (Teardrop Photon Ray)!"

Space-based energy fell from the sky, and its power was enough to tear apart mountains and cities. However, the giant god who was hit directly did not receive too serious damage. After passing through the initial stage, there is a tendency for the absorbed energy to become further huge.

The pained voice of the giant god came from the light pillar, not because of physical injuries, but from the struggle of human nature.

"No...this sword...can't...beat me..."

"I know, I just want to get familiar with your sword." Shenji flicked his wrist, and the God of War sword turned again, "Although I say I want to defeat you, that is the final resort. Before that, let me work harder - —Altira, are you willing to believe me?"

"Well, I believe you." He replied without hesitation.

"Then, I will respond to you with all my strength and declare -"

The sky and the earth change color.

The scenery around the boy disappeared, replaced by endless darkness on one side.

Not because of the change in weather, but because it was directly replaced by a completely different scenery.

As if to blame, all the elements came to undo his behavior.

This scene is so familiar, it happened more than a thousand years ago, and it happened more than ten years ago.

It is a wonderful scene when the magicians who hold magic in their hands by chance completely lift the lid of "magic" for the first time.

"Well--"

The electric light overflowed, destroying the boy's body mercilessly.

Miracle would destroy the world, so the world itself moves to obliterate him.

In the severe pain that burned all the cells in his body, his consciousness seemed to disappear from this world.

But he won't cower.

Such pain and isolation are all in order to keep one's soul connected to the "source vortex". This is the price of exercising magic that transcends humans, planets, and even the universe.

He gritted his teeth and stayed awake, fighting against the shape of the universe.

The load burned his retinas and nerves.

And at the end, he saw light.

"Declare in my true (Shen) name that reveals the soul!"

Countless voices penetrated into his soul, asking him to help, asking him to stop, but he ignored them all.

He reached deep into the depths of selflessness and touched the truth of magic.

The order of the world, the meaning of existence, the will of the planet, and the will of mankind are all speaking to him.

That kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

The boy had long known that magicians were the enemies of the world.

Now, there is only one reason to push 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 beginning to end, what the young man longs for is not destruction, but salvation.

There is a striking resemblance to the former Aozaki Aoko and the former Kishua Zelrich Shibainugu. Perhaps the reason why a magician is a magician is because of such a simple reason.

The order of the world is broken, abandoned by the planet, abandoned by human beings, and things that are far away from the world return.

The rules of this world have been rewritten.

The scenery is constantly changing, like countless revolving lanterns, turning at the fastest speed, reflecting countless records and countless eras.

There are humans, monsters, gods, and demons.

Countless, indescribable, unknown.

It's like a review of the history of the planet, where tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years pass through in an instant.

"——Order (Three) collapses here (Soul materialize words.)!"

As stated in the manifesto.

The third magic, after two thousand years of absence, reappeared on the earth and showed its appearance.

In an instant, the remote mountaintop changed its appearance and turned into a sea of ​​light.

Pure white light, infinite light.

Only the surrounding bare trees and previously dug holes announced that this was still the original world.

The density of magic power skyrocketed, and the overly active "Great Source" caused every human being in it to feel dizzy and vomiting to varying degrees.

"This, this is-"

"The order has changed. This is not the modern order. It is the order when I was still alive."

Medea was not human and had no adverse reactions, but the horror in her eyes was heavier than anyone else's. When she was first summoned, she would feel joy, but now she only feels fear.

"But why?"

"You'll understand when you look at these lights."

The speaker was Solomon. Only this Magic King, who is also from the Age of Gods and has a higher level, can find the answer before Medea.

Medea quickly adjusted her emotions and focused her gaze.

The next second, the emotions that had just stabilized spiraled out of control again.

"H-God Hecate!!!"