"Seventh stage, empire, everything..."
In Ephesande's eyes, the last vestige of rationality had vanished.
From a state of slight suppression, barely unaffected by the Abyss, she suddenly reverted to the sixth stage, recklessly wielding imnse power. The boundless information of the world and the eternal erosion of the Abyss had obliterated all her sanity.
The frenzied mad Empress laughed maniacally, "Destroy you all... destroy! Worthless things... useless trash that cannot elevate ... everything... destroy!"
The blazing celestial light at the center of the colossal blade had already descended upon Ephesande's head. The entire imperial capital, the land within the range of the giant blade, was cleaved in two even before the edge made contact!
No, it wasn't just the imperial capital, but the entire land that Ephesande had elevated into the sky.
Even the ground below bore a chasm stretching to the horizon, an endless abyss that might have extended tens of thousands of ters, or even further.
Yet, this pillar of light halted… a ter above Ephesande's head.
The steel demon god wielding the giant blade could not press the edge down any further, for the four true deities of this world were… this inviolable.
Countless extraordinary beings witnessing this scene were left breathless.
Was it over? Was the Empress's majesty truly unchallengeable? Did Hydral... that young Hydral, have any other tricks up his sleeve?
"Hehehe... hahaha! Do you think you can kill with this toy? Kill with it? Ansel... child, have you not grown up?"
Ephesande's expression was utterly deranged, her twisted smile and deanor sending chills down spines. After halting the giant blade of the chanical deity, she did not counterattack but spread her arms wide, letting the blood flas truly... burn the sky!
The night sky was…was…was incinerated into daylight!
"This is my power... this is my strength! I can erase the night and turn it into day, I can burn the entire continent to ashes... the Lost Sea, the sky, the Zero Point Enigma, everything is my fuel, my nourishnt! Including you, Ansel... you were ant to be mine, you are mine!"
In the sky, a colossal hand of blood flas, spanning a thousand ters, reached for the God of the Machine. Ephesande, her eyes crazed and blood-red, scread, "Give your power, give —"
Suddenly, the blood fla hand froze in mid-air, and in an instant, truly in just a mont, the giant hand, along with countless blood flas, vanished into nothingness.
Then, a more harrowing scream echoed above the imperial capital.
A small, insignificant fla, compared to the overwhelming blood flas that could erase the night, burned on Ephesande.
Yet, this fla caused her to emit the most wretched cries, and as it burned more fiercely, it quickly spread over her entire body, consuming her completely.
"This is..." Ravenna was slightly stunned, "Why would she be—"
"Flafeast, as pure humans, are the most complex among the divine species."
Ansel said leisurely, "Being born as royalty, they experience the thrill of ruling over everything more intensely than anyone else. Therefore... Flafeast are more prone to selfishness, determined to survive at all costs, just like Ephesande."
"In other words... they are the most difficult divine species to follow the proper steps and achieve succession."
"Then, why has Flafeast been able to pass down so perfectly through generations? Naturally, it's because they have their ultimate restrictive asures."
The young Hydral cast his gaze towards the second sun above the imperial capital, the eternally burning Source Fla of Flafeast.
"The Flafeast Emperor, before the end, throws himself into the Source Fla. The crown absorbs the power of the previous generation and finally infuses it into the next emperor. In other words, the Source Fla itself is stronger than the emperor because it is the origin of Flafeast's power."
"And when an emperor's mind has completely collapsed, utterly eroded by the Abyss..."
Ansel squinted slightly, looking at the fla-engulfed, agonizing Ephesande, and murmured softly:
"The Source Fla will... actively reclaim its power, ensuring the continuation of Flafeast's legacy."
Ravenna fully understood, "So, this was your true plan, to drive Ephesande to this completely insane state, forcing the Source Fla to kill her?"
"Only a divine species can kill another divine species."
Ansel said this, looking at Ravenna with a half-smile, "Since dear Venna didn't give that chance, I naturally had to find another way."
"You couldn't possibly believe that the Phantasm Armant could truly rival the power of a divine species, could you?"
"...I know."
Ravenna said this, but she still seed sowhat unwilling.
How many layers of negative effects had been stacked on Ephesande in this battle?
First, there were the ntal issues, being struck by fate while peering into the path of ascension, possibly affected by the negative influence of the Abyssal Sermon. Then, Ansel forcibly suppressed her rank to between the fifth and sixth stages.
Additionally, there was Evora, clad in Etheric Armant, restricting her, and Seraphina arriving in ti to shatter Ephesande's sanity and dignity with a single punch... Under such circumstances, this Phantasm Armant, which could conquer the continent, could at most fight her to a standstill.
And when Ephesande fully regained her power, she was instantly unbeatable.
"Taking such great risks and burdens," Ravenna clutched her chest, frowning, "yet the gap still seems endless."
"Regretting stopping now?"
"...Hmph, do you regret it?"
Ansel just smiled and said nothing.
Seraphina, who couldn't understand what the two were saying, tilted her head, "So, is she dood?"
"According to Ansel, she should be," Ravenna said thoughtfully, looking at Ephesande, who was being burned by the Source Fla and couldn't even scream, "but..."
"But, if we follow the trajectory of fate—"
Ansel was saying this when, in the next second, Ephesande, who was being consud by the Source Fla, suddenly lifted her head. Trembling, she aid at the God from the Machine, seemingly wanting to take down Ansel and the others before her death, startling Seraphina.
In an instant, Ephesande, now a burning figure being incinerated bit by bit, shifted her target to … another person—her daughter.
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