Like Greek mythology, which possesses special conceptual armant divine artifacts.
Other mythologies also possess such conceptual divine artifacts, and in Hindu mythology, the conceptual divine artifact is Shiva's third eye.
Activating the third eye involves several steps. First, one must grasp their own heart, accelerate blood flow, and strengthen the physical body.
Then, one must perform the dance of destruction unique to Shiva. The rhythm of the universe will resonate with his dance steps, and the third eye on the forehead will unleash the flas of annihilation.
Thus, the mont his third eye truly opened, this square-shaped world space began to irregularly manifest flas that appeared to be the sa color as ordinary fire.
The difference is that these flas can burn anything—they are conceptual combustion.
Whether tangible or intangible, all phenona will be ignited.
Including light, space, and ti—all will be burned to ashes.
Therefore, one could also see flas solidified in the air, burning and spreading.
"Heimdall, what are you doing? Hurry up and teleport!!!"
"Do you want to be destroyed along with it?"
"Do you want to be turned to ashes by the God of Destruction's flas?"
The audience urged one after another, and Heimdall, sweating profusely, operated the arena, preparing to jump out of this square-shaped world.
But it wasn't as simple as clicking a button, like a one-key teleportation in a ga.
To properly integrate with this space and provide a better viewing perspective, the arena was connected to this square-shaped world and couldn't be separated instantly.
"Hey, hey, this is bad! The arena's barrier is being burned—it's about to be burned through!"
"Damn it!"
Not everyone was trapped in this space; powerful gods could, of course, leave on their own, but most gods didn't have that ability.
As for the humans, it went without saying—99.99% of them were incapable.
"Alright, alright, teleportation!"
As Heimdall confird, the arena lit up brightly, and as the light faded, the destructive flas in the sky vanished, replaced by a blue sky.
This was the central heavenly realm connecting the mythological spaces of the gods—the sa space where the first five matches had taken place.
So, after returning here, was it impossible to see the situation in the other space?
Of course not. The arena platform was still broadcasting live, though the clarity and smoothness might not be as good.
Many gods noticed one cara angle where a vast area was covered in flas. If they had been even a mont later, it would have been disastrous, as that was the original location of the arena.
"Is Shiva insane?"
"Although it's not a core mythological space, the destruction of a space can easily cause so problems."
"So sudden, without any warning—did he plan to kill us all?"
Many gods began to complain, and so even started cursing outright.
However, imdiately after cursing, he broke out in even more cold sweat, feeling a pang of regret. He cautiously glanced around to see if anyone had overheard his harsh words, deeply worried that soone might report it to Shiva—if that happened, he would be dood.
"But with a world of heaven and earth as his burial ground, the King of Heroes of humanity has died a worthy death!"
"And that world holds great symbolic significance in Hindu mythology."
So, faced with such a world-destroying attack, could King Gilgash not escape?
No, so gods believed that if King Gilgash truly intended to flee, he could have escaped.
But this was a duel.
Fleeing the arena would be equivalent to declaring his defeat, admitting he was no match for his opponent.
Thus, he had no choice but to remain in the arena and face the all-consuming flas head-on.
As a result, almost all gods were convinced that victory belonged to the God of Destruction.
As the one who unleashed the conceptual flas of world annihilation, the God of Destruction himself would not be hard by these flas, so naturally, only Shiva would survive.
Wait, no—there was one more possibility: unless King Gilgash could kill Shiva before being killed himself.
This ant the duel had only two outcos: either the gods would win, or it would end in a draw.
However, King Gilgash did not seem like soone skilled in close combat.
Facing a powerful enemy like Shiva, who excelled in close-quarters combat, getting close would be suicidal.
Therefore, he could only rely on long-range attacks, but his endless supply of Noble Phantasms had almost all self-destructed, leaving him seemingly helpless.
"Since it's all flas, why not summon the Great Flood again and trigger another massive explosion? The power of this explosion would surely be unprecedented."
Soone suddenly proposed this idea.
"It's useless."
"Why? Sister Brunhilde."
Göll did not understand why this move would be ineffective. It didn't seem like her sister was saying King Gilgash couldn't launch such an attack again, but rather that summoning it would be aningless.
"This fla is different from the previous one! There won't be any so-called compressed water vapor."
This was a world-annihilating fla that would burn all creation to ashes, so such a thod was useless—a futile struggle.
It seed that in this round, humanity was truly facing defeat.
anwhile, in the projection, King Gilgash's figure was just beginning to erge from the massive sphere of intertwined chains.
Once he fully erged and witnessed this scene, one could only wonder how he would feel.
Hmm?
Finally, through the gaps in the chains, his figure beca faintly visible. King Gilgash could be seen raising sothing high above his head with one hand.
The hilt and guard were visible, but the blade further up was still obscured by the chains, making it unclear what kind of weapon it was. However, it appeared to be a sword.
When the chains completely withdrew, revealing his entire figure, the weapon he held beca clear.
It was a strangely shaped weapon.
The blade of this sword was not a traditional one, nor was it like a saber or any other common weapon. Instead, it consisted of three cylindrical segnts tightly connected.
The unsharpened edges were twisted into a spiral, and the three cylinders were intertwined like chains, rotating around one another.
"Awaken, Ea."
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