"This is impossible..."
Cocolia's face twisted, filled with shock and fury at being played.
The Trailblazer had received the favor of Preservation.
And Khaslana, her most trusted trump card, the perfect piece to achieve the "new world," had betrayed her at the last moment!
"Heh heh..."
A broken laugh escaped her throat, full of extreme rage at being fooled.
"How dare you... How dare you fool me! Fool the will of the Stellaron!"
She stared intently at the white swordsman standing shoulder to shoulder with the Flame Spear girl below.
"I understand, Khaslana!"
"From the very beginning, you were deceiving me! You weren't after a 'new world' at all; you just wanted to see Belobog fall into ruin!"
She abandoned the last shred of her humanity.
Allowing the will of the Stellaron to completely devour her soul.
"Then I! I will personally crush you all, along with this decaying old world!"
Boom—!!!
At the peak of Everwinter Hill, the hovering Stellaron erupted with dazzling light, and visible torrents of energy surged madly into Cocolia's body.
Her body was enveloped in ice-blue and golden energy, slowly rising into the air.
Ice crystals coalesced around her, forming a hideous armor, like that of a divine punisher.
Behind her, six ice crystal spears slowly unfurled.
Her aura had completely transcended the human realm, becoming a cold and inhuman existence.
"Watch out!"
Welt Yang's face was solemn; he struck his cane heavily against the ground, and an invisible gravitational shield rapidly condensed before them.
Cocolia, completely merged with the Stellaron, looked down upon everything below, her eyes long devoid of human warmth.
"The power of the Stellaron is with me... You... are merely the death throes before the old world collapses!"
She raised her hands high.
Concentrating all the power of the Stellaron.
The sky instantly darkened.
The wind and snow ceased.
A sphere, a mixture of ice crystals and Stellaron energy, slowly gathered and formed above her head.
"I will personally forge a magnificent new world!"
March 7th drew her bowstring, her arrow aimed at the impending apocalypse in the sky.
Dan Heng's expression was serious, tightly gripping his Cloud Piercer, ready for a desperate fight.
Seele fiercely shielded Bronya behind her, her eyes burning with resolve.
The Trailblazer swung her Flame Spear, the scorching flames enveloping all her companions, resisting the coming divine punishment with the will of Preservation!
Just then.
A frantic chuckle sounded.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
It was Phainon.
He looked up, the doomsday star reflected in his ice-blue eyes, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather.
"You like... dropping meteorites, don't you?"
He paused, "And I..."
"Just happen to know how to..."
The moment his words fell.
He released the Trailblazer's hand, his body defying gravity, slowly ascending into the air.
He and Cocolia faced each other from afar.
Under the gaze of everyone, especially Welt Yang.
Phainon performed an action that shattered the understanding of all intelligent beings present.
He raised his right hand, fingers together.
Then, he calmly plunged it into his own chest!
There was no blood.
No roar.
The moment his hand entered his chest, no wound appeared on his body; instead, it erupted with a brilliant light!
A pure, ultimate golden divine radiance.
Within the light, his white uniform disintegrated inch by inch, turning into light particles.
Wings of light and shadow unfurled; golden cracks spread like a spiderweb across his divine body, each breath seemingly hovering between repair and collapse.
His golden hair moved without wind, and in the depths of his molten-gold eyes, billions of stars were born and died.
At this moment, his body was a god!
The people on the ground felt as if they were witnessing a miracle.
"I bestow upon you the dawn of all stars burning away."
Phainon raised his right hand, and above the sky, a larger, denser cluster of meteorites tore through the clouds, plummeting towards her with flames that could incinerate all things!
The madness on Cocolia's face froze, replaced by the deepest fear, stemming from the primal instinct of life.
"You... What exactly... are you..."
Phainon ignored her wailing.
He floated in the air, not even looking back.
He merely locked his gaze on the dazed man with the corner of his eye.
—Welt Yang.
His calm voice, like a brand, was directly etched into the depths of Welt Yang's soul.
"Long time no see... Herrscher."