From that sword nad Ea, a power erged that shook the laws of the universe.
Correction—it was not shaking, but tearing apart the laws of the universe.
Tangible and intangible things were directly severed by this single strike.
A chasm appeared in the earth, one that could not be seen—unlike the previous fissures in the ground.
The earlier chasms were rely the earth itself being split apart, forming abysses where light could not reach.
The chasm now torn open was not just the earth; it severed everything, including the space the earth occupied and all cosmic laws.
This strike extended a crack from the horizon to the ends of the earth, then to the boundaries of the square-shaped world, cleaving the world itself and extending into the void.
"This—this is!"
"It can't be!"
"He—he really cut the world!"
Everyone stared in stunned silence, speechless at the sight.
This strike did not rely split the earth—it severed the entire square-shaped world, including the heavens.
Such an attack could no longer be described in terms of hitting a target; there was no need to aim at anything specific.
The earth, sky, wind, light, and even the possessed space of 087—all were cut off. Everything was dragged into the abyss leading to nothingness, vanishing completely.
Before the sword was swung, the world had clear laws, with heavens, earth, and all manifestations of nature.
With a single swing of the sword, these laws were severed, and all phenona were stirred into a chaotic ss, as if the world had returned to the state before creation.
The earth was collapsing, falling into the abyss of nothingness; the sky was twisting, being sucked into the void. Everything, without exception, was returning to nothingness.
Thus, Shiva's world-destroying flas were also split apart by this strike, swept into the void, and extinguished!
And so, as Shiva's flas vanished, the entire square-earth-and-round-heaven realm was enveloped in darkness.
Amid this endless night, only one thing shone with light—the gleaming Ea held high by Gilgash.
It was like the morning star in the darkness, but now it was the light of destruction that shattered all illumination.
"How could this be!"
"Sh-Shiva-sama l-lost!"
"No, this shouldn't be happening!"
The divine spectators, particularly the Indian pantheon, were the first to be struck by shock. After all, he was the chief god of their mythology, their supre deity.
In that single strike, the world-destroying flas were swept into the void and vanished completely. And their master, Shiva, was also split in two. But before his body could separate, the void dragged his form into itself, causing him to dissipate like mist.
By the ti all the gods regained their senses, they were staring blankly at this scene.
Had the God of Destruction truly been defeated?
It felt unreal, as if they were dreaming.
"A sword that cuts the world apart?"
It had genuinely destroyed a world of square earth and round heaven. Witnessing this, the visitor from a parallel world, Serafall—trembling with fear—had no doubt that this strike could also bring an end to the human world.
This was simply a world-ending blow that no one—no, not even a god—could withstand.
So, was this the level of combat for a Super Dragon God?
Truly destroying heaven and earth, rendering the world aningless.
If a battle between such beings were to unfold in their world, what would happen?
Just imagining it, Seraph felt as if fear had seized her heart. A battle of that scale could likely only be marginally intervened in by those at the Dragon God level.
Anyone below the Dragon God level would be nothing but aningless cannon fodder, pointlessly throwing their lives away. Even the residual shockwaves of such a battle would be enough to kill them.
So, all they could do was watch helplessly as the battle tore apart heaven and earth.
Moreover, their world did not have such vast spatial realms to serve as a battlefield like this one.
No, it could be said that they did—the cosmos.
But would the enemy obediently face them in the cosmos?
If they fought directly in the human world, this planet would undoubtedly et its destruction.
And the human world was especially important to the various mythologies. Once the human world was destroyed, the gods, deprived of human faith, would likely perish alongside it.
Here, however, it was different. The gods would, at most, temporarily lose the replenishnt of new-generation deities.
"If only we had humans like these too…"
The one who murmured these words in a daze was Rossweisse.
Although their world had produced all kinds of heroes throughout human history, wielding various God-Killing Sacred Gears said to be capable of slaying gods, they were far inferior to the human representatives here.
So, if the world of Evie Etoulde were to invade their world, what could they possibly do?
Just the re subordinates under the three pillar deities would likely be more than they could handle, let alone imagining the consequences of the invasion by the three pillar deities themselves.
That would truly be despair within despair.
Upon hearing their words, Irina and Le Fay, who had initially been overjoyed at the prospect of the King of Heroes wielding such an extraordinary divine artifact to secure victory—instantly felt their elation vanish without a trace.
"Sigh~"
The shrine maiden from another world—Sefaira—let out another sorrowful sigh.
With this, the world had taken another step toward the abyss, giving her the feeling that it was already teetering on the brink.
The primordial gods were also closely watching such a showdown, undoubtedly already taking action.
"Sister Brunhilde, we won, we won, we won!"
Göll jumped up excitedly.
The final battle between humanity and the gods, Ragnarök, had seen humanity claim victory in the seventh round.
With this, humanity was just one step away from achieving true victory!!!
"Huh? Sister?"
She noticed that her sister showed no trace of joy, instead staring intently at the square-shaped world being devoured by the void.
What?
Was sothing wrong?
"Huh?"
Göll froze in place as if struck by lightning, stunned by the sudden change in the scene.
The area where the King of Heroes, Gilgash, stood shattered like crystal in an instant, imdiately swallowed by the void.
The figure of the King of Heroes vanished like mist, completely erased.
As for the divine artifact that had cleaved the world apart, it appeared to have survived destruction but was ultimately subrged by the void—this was the final glimpse!
At that mont, the projection on the arena instantly turned to static.
At that mont, the bright fra representing humanity on the Akashic System turned gray.
At that mont, the entire arena fell into silence.
The final battle between humanity and the gods, Ragnarök, had concluded its seventh round.
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