This ti, it truly felt as though the sun had crashed onto the earth's surface.
The infinitely expanding crimson fireball instantly engulfed the colossal peak, which resembled a supre throne.
Temperatures reaching tens of millions of degrees Celsius vaporized countless things in an instant.
Nearby mountains not swallowed by the massive fireball lted rapidly, like candles exposed to extre heat.
The spectators at the direct impact site couldn't help but scream in terror.
So far, Heimdall hadn't explained the specifics of their role as spectators, leading them to believe they had been thrown into the duel arena itself.
Thus, the sudden comncent of battle and their involuntary involvent left them terrified.
However, they soon realized they were unhard.
Simultaneously, soone discovered a function through their glasses and, upon confirmation, found themselves back in the coliseum.
From the god's-eye view on the arena platform, they could see the erupting sun even more clearly.
"This kind of attack... there's no mistake. That is undoubtedly the genuine Vimana!"
The gods who had previously doubted the authenticity of King Gilgash's Vimana, suspecting it to be a counterfeit or replica, now harbored no such doubts.
After all, during the great war of the gods that once swept across the universe, they had witnessed the Hindu pantheon using this flying divine artifact to launch sudden, rciless bombardnts against their enemies.
Suns blossod amidst enemy forces, reducing many to ashes before they could even scream.
Although such power was terrifying—enough that even a typical chief god wouldn't dare take a direct hit—it likely couldn't inflict significant damage upon the God of Destruction, Shiva.
Sure enough, a burst of storm erupted in an instant, extinguishing the still-expanding sun as though blowing out a candle, leaving everyone astounded.
Thus, both gods and humans could clearly see the devastatingly scarred land.
The colossal peak, which nearly reached the stratosphere, hadn't completely vaporized but had shrunk by at least half.
Surrounding mountains had lted like half-lted ice cream, while distant, vegetated peaks facing the explosion were completely stripped bare on that side.
Perched atop the diminished peak, Shiva was no longer seated upon an elephant but rather—
"Vimana?"
"Two Vimanas?"
Shiva was also seated upon this divine artifact, though the two were not entirely identical.
"How amusing. Let us see whose Vimana is the true one,"
Shiva grinned widely and similarly activated the Vimana's attack.
In an instant, another sun erupted from the earth's surface.
"W-What is this?"
"It's like watching two warmongers go at it."
Returning to the arena, Irina and Le Fay stood dumbfounded as they witnessed the spectacle before them.
It was as if two humans were continuously launching nuclear missiles at each other—mushroom clouds blood everywhere across the mountainous, stone forest-like world.
The earth groaned under their relentless assault, while the sky was obscured by billowing dust.
"Boom—!"
A trendous impact sent shockwaves that scattered several newly ford mushroom clouds nearby.
The shrouded sky was montarily cleared in one area.
This impact ca from the two Vimanas colliding head-on.
They were like bumper cars, but this ga was deadly—every collision produced shockwaves no less powerful than those of a nuclear explosion.
Whoosh!
Ah, they were also firing beams now, resembling a sci-fi dogfight between fighter jets.
The ground caught in the crossfire was swiftly carved into a ravaged ss.
Hmm? Suddenly, both Vimanas glowed intensely, as if their engines were overloading, and two golden lights crashed together once more.
This ti, the fronts of both vehicles crumpled, and they remained locked in a stalemate, like two bulls in a tug-of-war.
Simultaneously, sparks of electricity crackled from the Vimanas, giving the impression they might explode at any mont.
Huh?
The two pilots inside the Vimanas had vanished—no, they had charged toward each other.
"He hit—no, they both struck each other simultaneously!!!"
Heimdall exclaid with fervor.
On the field, Shiva's fist connected with Gilgash's face.
Co to think of it, if a fist could hit Gilgash, why not use the divine weapon in hand for a better strike?
In fact, Shiva had intended to strike with his weapon, but midway, his pupils contracted, and he abruptly halted, redirecting his attack to fend off the barrage of weapons erupting from the golden ripples behind Gilgash.
Thus, though the hand holding the sacred staff didn't land the staff itself, the fist gripping the staff's handle managed to punch Gilgash in the face.
What about his other three hands? They were equally busy deflecting the onslaught of weapons.
anwhile, Gilgash, seizing the mont when Shiva's hands were occupied, exploited a tiny gap created by the weapon barrage to thrust a dangerous blade toward Shiva's face.
Unfortunately, the weapon shattered before impact, allowing Shiva to counter and strike Gilgash's face through that opening.
Both fists landed on their opponent at the sa ti.
At that very mont, the two Vimanas reached their limits.
In an instant, twin suns erupted, far surpassing the brilliance of the previous one.
The colossal peak, already half-lted, now completely evaporated under this terrifying force.
This ti, no mushroom cloud rose—the power was so imnse that the shockwave vaporized the rising dust and black smoke from the ground.
Before the conjoined twin suns could fade, two figures were sent flying from opposite ends, crashing into the distant, half-dissolved mountains.
When the sun vanished, the entire ground was exceptionally grueso, like a cream cake studded with candles, its center completely lted into a massive crater. The largest candle, of course, was gone, while the surrounding candles had also lted beyond recognition.
The once-smooth cream surface was now a complete ss.
This was the final battle between humanity and the gods—Ragnarök, the second cataclysm that tore heaven and earth asunder.
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