Inside the city.
Silvermane Guards, vagrants, and Wildfire were all preparing their forces.
Compared to the regular army on the left wearing shiny armor, the two groups that came up from the Underworld to provide support looked more like bandits from some rural village.
"Silvermane Guards? Heh, haven't seen them in years."
"Our homes are all gone, but the Overworld looks like it's still pretty intact, huh?"
"At this point, aside from Boulder Town, the rest of the Underworld is probably swallowed by the Fragmentum."
For a moment.
Gossip and whispers filled the ranks.
The main force doing the chattering was still that group of vagrants.
But the Wildfire members nearby, after hearing these words, actually felt a slight waver.
Though the vagrants spoke harshly, what they said wasn't unreasonable.
Although parts of the Overworld city had been occupied by the Fragmentum, the areas it retained were still prosperous.
"Alright, shut up already!"
Hearing the vagrants chattering again, Seele couldn't hold back and cursed.
She looked at the Silvermane officer beside her and said unhappily: "Hey! The moment we heard the Overworld was in danger, we came up right away! Right now in the Underworld, only Boulder Town has a group of automatons bitterly holding on. With things like this, can't you at least issue us some equipment? Not everyone in our group is a Pathstrider!"
Upon hearing this, the officer slowly turned to look at the vagrant and Wildfire teams.
They truly didn't have a single piece of armor; some were even holding hoes and shovels.
It was pitifully shabby.
"This... sorry, I truly sympathize with the Underworld's plight. I'll go ask Captain Gepard right away to see if there are any spare equipment." The young officer apologized repeatedly after hearing this and immediately took action.
Seeing this, the vagrants who had been whispering quietly fell much quieter.
While waiting.
Seele crossed her arms, looked up, and silently watched the phenomenon on the distant horizon.
It was truly a scene of changing clouds and surging momentum—the golden sword tip was still slowly descending.
On the entire ice plain, more and more Fragmentum creatures couldn't withstand this overwhelming might.
The smaller monsters were successively annihilated in the rainbow light, leaving only some medium-sized and larger ones still bitterly holding on.
"What exactly is Zeig waiting for?" Seele couldn't help asking.
Dan Heng, nearby, was holding a tablet, using Zeig's drone to silently monitor the battlefield changes.
Seeing Seele raise the question, Dan Heng leaned over and explained: "Look here."
"Hm?"
Through the screen, Seele saw the Fragmentum creatures continuously annihilated under the might of the Taixu Sword God, but this was still limited to small and some medium-sized monsters.
The larger ones still retained their vitality.
"What am I looking at? Those fat monsters do have pretty good physical endurance, huh!" Seele praised.
"It's not that—look below the ice layer." Dan Heng reminded.
"Below the ice layer?"
Seele saw that, besides the Fragmentum creatures, the ice layer beneath their feet was also gradually cracking under the Taixu Sword God's might.
"Huh?! Something seems to be moving down there!" Seele exclaimed.
Dan Heng nodded and said solemnly:
"Belobog's enemies are not just the Fragmentum creatures and blizzards caused by the Stellaron."
This planet has now been frozen to the point where only Belobog remains as a habitable place.
Beneath those ice layers lie countless buried Antimatter Legion forces.
To make this planet regain life, the land must first be reclaimed from the ice and snow.
If left alone to melt slowly over time, it would probably take countless more epochs.
Moreover, as the ice melts, the monsters once sealed within would continuously break out.
"Wait—Zeig wants to... clean the entire planet in one go?? Is that really possible? It's not a city, not a country, not even a continent—it's an entire planet!"
Using the might of the Taixu Sword God to directly melt the glaciers of the entire Yarilo-VI, which would take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to thaw?
"Can he really do that?"
With this kind of power, he might even be able to slap an Aeon.
"Unfortunately, he cannot."
Dan Heng shook his head, turned around, and looked toward the top of Qlipoth Fort.
The black-haired man was dressed in black robes, standing at the very top of Qlipoth Fort, forming a hand seal with one hand, concentrating on controlling the Taixu Sword God that stretched thousands of kilometers.
Because it had lasted too long, his hand was even starting to shake.
"The longer he delays unsheathing the sword, the greater the power. He's building momentum, and in the meantime, he can first use the sword's pressure to crush some of the ice layers." Dan Heng spoke eloquently.
"But doing this consumes too much of his mental strength. The sword body alone stretches thousands of kilometers—you look carefully; the shape and patterns of that sharp sword are incredibly clear, as if it were a real ancient sword, almost tangible."
Seele suddenly understood and followed behind Dan Heng, exclaiming in amazement: "So that's it—the more it resembles the real thing, the stronger it is, right?"
Dan Heng continued:
"This kind of technique usually also has versions where the form is only a rough outline. Those attacks are mostly used to target the enemy's spirit, but the sword Zeig is unleashing now is far more profound."
He turned back, gazing at the phenomenon on the horizon, and combined it with what he had seen at the Herta Space Station, summarizing:
"Using spirit as the guide, striking with substance."
March 7th also crowded over and couldn't help asking:
"What the heck? Can't you say something normal people can understand?"
Dan Heng was silent for a moment, sighed, looked at Seele and March 7th, and helplessly said:
"It's... using the monsters' spiritual fluctuations to lock onto targets, then dealing group mixed physical and magical damage to them."
"The direction he's building momentum in is toward increasing physical damage—that is, he doesn't just want to kill the Fragmentum creatures; he wants to pierce through the ice layers Belobog has accumulated over thousands of years, and then kill the Antimatter Legion inside as well."
"Every period he builds momentum, the power when the sharp sword falls increases by one degree, but his mental strength is limited. He's nearly at his limit now—the sword will fall within about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
March 7th seemed to understand a bit and said with realization: "Oh, you mean the slower this sword falls, the more badass it is, right?"
Dan Heng: "..."
Dan Heng: "Yes."
Seele: "From what you said earlier, even if Zeig controls it as much as he can, he can't drag it past the time for an incense stick to burn?"
Dan Heng: "Yes."
March 7th: "How did you figure that out? Are you actually pretty strong too?"
Dan Heng: "Everyone's constitution is different."
Seele: "..."
Boom boom boom——!!
Sure enough, just as Dan Heng said.
Controlling the Taixu Sword God stretching thousands of kilometers with such precision for so long—Zeig had already dragged it to his absolute limit.
At this point, the Fragmentum creatures on the ice plain had been crushed to the point where only the large monsters remained alive.
Accompanied by the whooshing sound of breaking air.
In everyone's gaze, a golden giant sword slowly fell like a comet, until it touched the horizon...
"Boom boom boom——!!"
In an instant.
The entire Belobog violently shook!
Golden waves surged fiercely, sweeping every inch of the ice plain.
Under the powerful impact, all the uppermost Fragmentum creatures were reduced to ashes in an instant, yet the sword's momentum did not diminish—it struck the glaciers. After the glacier surface violently exploded, its cracks continued downward, downward, and further downward, emitting continuous explosive sounds!
"Boom boom boom boom boom——!!"
After the ice fog stretching thousands of kilometers dissipated, thousands of kilometers in front of Belobog's defensive line instantly became a gigantic crater!
The so-called Fragmentum creatures, the ice layers accumulated over countless years, and the Antimatter Legion sealed within—all turned to dust.
Leaving only the most primitive.
Land.
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