As early as the ti of the 4-Ring, Shiayar could unexpectedly unleash the "Divine Evasion" with a single sword stroke to kill the Borgia family’s butler, Silver Fox Lier.
And before he had even set foot into Legend, he was able to rely on the "Black Knight" cha, powered by a simulated solar furnace, to engage in a prolonged battle with Isadella, who at that ti wielded the Sacred Sword and had the ho field advantage as the King of the Imaginary Zone.
And at this mont, ten years have passed in the Garden of Eden since the end of Escarnia’s Imaginary Zone, along with five hundred years of slumber in the Abyssal Depths.
During this period, every minute and every second, a massive amount of spiritual power flowed through Shiayar’s spiritual ocean, simulating and calculating, refining and optimizing those imaginary war weapons in his mind, finally manifesting them into reality.
To what extent have I reached now, even Shiayar himself is not quite sure.
And those magnificent fantasies that exist only in his mind have always found no subjects for experintation.
For the current Shiayar, the Western Continent seems a bit too fragile... Even during the divine war when several halves of Evil Gods descended upon the Empire Capital at Isadella’s coronation, Shiayar actually restrained his power, only giving a small, tentative display.
Sothing like "Flowing Blade Like Fire, All Things in the World Reduced to Ashes" is far from Shiayar’s strongest skill.
And now—
In this unfamiliar end tis of the Age of Gods, where there are not so many people and things worth Shiayar’s concern.
Those war weapons that have been day by day, year by year, perfected, improved, and optimized in Shiayar’s spiritual ocean.
Finally usher in the mont to manifest into reality.
"So, let test it."
"The current —"
"Under full force, to what extent can I reach."
As the final words fell.
In Shiayar’s pitch-black eyes, all the light and shadows dissipated completely.
Calming the ripples of thought, not only sealing off words but also emotions altogether.
However, corresponding to that.
Was a torrent, streaming like a flood, a flow of data in the spiritual ocean, and the stirring fantasies.
"Permit for transmutation of ultra-high-risk magictech equipnt, confird."
"Secret Key validation complete, first level data security lock released."
"Magictech equipnt model confird, comncing transmutation."
"Current transmutation equipnt code na: teor Stream."
Jayee’s lodious yet crisp chanical voice gently resonated in Shiayar’s Spiritual World.
These were security locks set within Shiayar’s Spiritual World due to concerns over the potential destructive impact on the real world and civilians, which Shiayar is now unlocking one by one.
As the artificial intelligence linked to Shiayar’s soul, currently assisting Shiayar’s spiritual power in calculations with all its might, Jayee’s virtual image of a miniature fairy rippled with layered starlight.
No longer a tal fairy, but rather an elf born between the stars.
Vast tidal-like torrents of data, enough to be asured by grains of the Ganges Sands, washed over Shiayar’s spiritual ocean.
Then, pointed to that one singular target.
Shiayar slowly reached out his hand.
The next mont.
Swish.
In an instant, innurable pitch-black liquid tal particles dispersed between Shiayar’s fingers.
These were the very invincible tal used when Shiayar first transmuted the "Black Knight" cha. Although the Black Knight cha was blown up in the battle with Isadella in Escarnia, and the invincible tal’s immortality was forcibly erased by Isadella using the higher mysteries of the Sacred Sword, consuming many.
Yet by the ti Shiayar returned and joined a rich backer, he had long replenished the loss of invincible tal, with reserves now several tis that during Escarnia.
Moreover—
This ti the invincible tal was not to be transmuted into the Black Knight cha—
But rather, a far more terrifying war weapon than the Black Knight cha, conceived with deities as the hypothetical enemies.
...
Click.
Shiayar lightly snapped his fingers.
The next mont.
Above the ocean, under the starry sky.
Those innurable pitch-black invincible tals suddenly bubbled at the sound, flowing and regrouping like liquid rcury.
Following the magictech equipnt model in Jayee’s database, marked with ultra-high danger, requiring multiple permissions to activate and view, ticulously outlined into reality.
When that shapeless pitch-black liquid vanished—
In its place, stood a gigantic silver-white sniper rifle.
Given its specifications and size, describing it as a giant cannon would not be an exaggeration.
The elongated crimson barrel presented a streamlined form, coiled with vein-like ominous patterns.
And the support behind the barrel was forged from stellar iron, its fierce lines paired with its grim hue, as if to engulf all light.
The silver-white gigantic sniper rifle hung high in front of Shiayar, above the distant sky on the ocean.
The dark muzzle, under the trajectory calculations of Shiayar and Jayee, slowly adjusted angle and direction.
That was sniping across several world barriers, aid at the stars above the distant sky.
Minor deviations in the starting direction would transform into imnse errors spanning tens of thousands of miles at the target point.
However, at this mont.
The calculation of that sniping trajectory was slowly being completed through Shiayar’s spiritual ocean, accomplished by human wisdom.
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