"You’ve gotten one thing wrong. When I first ca here, it wasn’t to help you or to seek your help in surviving..."
"I rely wanted to see, as another mirror of the Celestial Chariot, just to what extent you could achieve. If you were more suitable to beco the Celestial Chariot than Annan, perhaps I would have helped you... but look at you now."
"—You’re too ugly."
Philip sighed once more.
"So what?" replied the Demonic Dragon, completely unconcerned. "I placed your head upon the ’Rebirth Demon Spirit’ simply to prevent you from being easily killed by others. When I’ve killed all the other mirrors, I’ll kill you too, and then the Celestial Chariot can only be mine."
Just as covering the world with "Triple Great Hers’s Poison Dust" before using the authority of the Celestial Chariot to elevate a specific person.
He even applied this concept to his scheming to "acquire the Power of the Chariot."
"The na ’Philip Noah’ has been a mistake from the very beginning. But it wasn’t my mistake, so I can live confidently and fervently, giving my all in life.
"Because right from the start, I didn’t run away; instead, I charged full on down the path of life. I just lost my way..."
"But now it’s different, I have recognized my mistake.
"I won’t regard my past four-fold lives as mistakes, nor will I regret them or try to make ands. But if you wish for to repeat my errors on this path—I certainly won’t turn a blind eye."
Philip spoke calmly, "Your Majesty, Annan. After you left, I too pondered... living in such a miserable state, forgetting my mission, forgetting my life, living fragnted and shattered.
"What exactly is all this for?
"And now, I think I understand. I indeed did not take the wrong path...
"—Because I must witness the return of the Celestial Chariot.
"Everything I’ve done from the past until now was to be able to arrive at this mont. The so-called mistakes are rely preparations. Destiny had set the end point right from the beginning, and though I was ragged, I still completed the race... and reached the end.
"Then, I believe..."
Philip sighed.
Unknown Elental Power surged from the deepest part of the Mudrock Creature: "I think, I might finally be able to rest for a while."
The principle of the Fourth Historical Theory is to use a non-existent "Fourth Level of History" to interfere with and override the "First Level of History."
This ans that any power related to the Second or Third Levels of History will disturb the Fourth Level, thereby affecting the outco of the Fourth Historical Theory.
Every ti Philip perford a ritual, he beca weaker. But a ritual, after all, is just borrowed power; there’s no storage of the power of curses within his body.
But as soon as he used Transcendent power, he would imdiately destroy himself completely - the kind of destruction that erases him from existence, leaving no bones behind.
However, he didn’t have a level now.
In such a case, what Transcendent power could he possibly use?
—The answer is yes.
Philip’s soul had already been stigmatized.
A stigmatized soul can already extract elents.
Even if it can only extract a tiny bit, it will burn the soul to ash... but that is still the power of elents.
Like a heated steel wire slicing through butter.
So long as it’s Elental Power, no matter how small, it can ignore the power of spells directly opposing it, just like the frost elents called upon by Annan’s Frost Sword Technique.
"Your Majesty Annan, I suppose you don’t yet know what my elent is."
Philip spoke tranquilly, "Coincidentally, neither do I. Because I have forgotten that part of my mory. But it doesn’t matter... because I know one of the abilities of my elent.
"I can temporarily reduce soone’s wisdom, dulling their thoughts, and lengthening the ti they take to think of strategies. Indeed, this is the true foundation that makes every one of my sches infallible... yes, I cheated."
The Demonic Dragon finally reacted; its body of mudrock rumbled and turned as if it were trying to chew Philip to pieces and spit him out.
—But it was simply too big.
To counter Annan’s frost breath, this colossal mudrock lizard stood seventy to eighty ters tall—by way of reference, one-third taller than the Giants of Light.
If it appeared in the city, rely its movent would suffice to easily flatten rows of buildings.
No matter what, Annan couldn’t penetrate this massive creature that was focused on "stacking armor."
Annan possessed a Winter’s Breath that nearly ignored all resistances, one that could freeze and shatter the target directly upon hitting the main body and could even be a ranged attack—Annan, transford into a dragon flying high, left a destructive radius of over ten ters when his breath hit the ground.
But what he lacked was the ability to destroy lifeless "structures."
If interpreted in a card ga, dragon-form Annan would have an effect along the lines of "cannot be destroyed by battle, cannot beco the target of effects, destroys all opponent’s monsters after damage calculation, and after inflicting basic damage to the opponent, destroys all their spell and trap cards"—a low attack monster.
And this World-Devouring Demonic Dragon, almost ford by a mountain range, fundantally prevented Annan’s "attack" actions.
If needed, it could even devour the entire Blood Butterfly Valley. But considering that movent would beco difficult and it might beco an easier target for attacks, it decided against doing so.
As long as it could specifically target Annan.
—Tactics are about playing to one’s strengths and avoiding weaknesses.
Using one’s strengths to attack the opponent’s weaknesses is the surefire way to victory.
...But Nicholas hadn’t anticipated that although he had indeed successfully targeted Annan, he had overlooked Philip Noah, who was nothing more than a head now.
He had never imagined that Philip, who had struggled to survive until now... would dare to sacrifice his own life.
"I’ll teach you one last thing, my descendant."
Philip spoke calmly, "Surviving is indeed important. But there are so things that are more important than survival. Humans are animals that can die contentedly, so I made that choice back then—because so things are weightier than death.
"And... Your Majesty Annan.
"—I still firmly believe that there was nothing wrong with my life."
As his voice faded,
Philip’s existence was completely erased from this world.
Not even a trace was left.
—Gone without a trace.
At that mont, the players listening nearby seed to realize sothing.
Although they couldn’t understand the "Draconic dialogue" between Annan and the Demonic Dragon, they could understand Philip’s voice.
If it could be said that the Demonic Dragon was currently trapped in a "Stupefying Aura," temporarily unable to react...
"I’ll give it a try!"
Noticing that the toxic dust didn’t seem to retaliate imdiately,
The child, ard with the finely crafted steel ring blade recently bought by Annan, was the first to charge into the poison dust.
The dust covered an area of almost a hundred ters... Running at full speed inside it, even with pain perception turned off, there was still a slight discomfort in the lungs.
But there was no ti to worry about that now.
It was unclear how long Philip’s debuff could last. The Demonic Dragon needed only to utter a single word to easily annihilate him.
And he was the best solution for the current situation.
He had to prevent the Demonic Dragon from recovering—
"This is exactly... where I hold value!"
The child recited to himself, rushing to Philip’s side and swinging the blade in a flourish.
Two consecutive strikes.
—Rock Strike Technique and... Vine Strike Technique!
One strike broke open a layer of rock about fifty ters thick.
The second tore apart all the plants.
Just a slight delay of two or three seconds, and the toxic dust around him suddenly glowed, lting his figure in an instant.
At that mont, the bush cat holding a stack of black cards had already swiftly turned a corner and dived into the massive crevice.
Behind it, the toxic dust was activated in its path, but it never managed to obliterate it on the spot.
It was as if it were being chased by a string of bullets.
Defu leaped high and only tossed the cards in her mouth as she neared the entrance of the cave.
The next mont, the poison dust erased her, forcefully ejecting her from this world.
But the explosions continued without cessation.
Continuous massive blasts further enlarged the breaches that were constantly being repaired.
The other players instantly beca emboldened.
—The mont for counterattack had arrived!!
It didn’t matter if they only had one life.
They launched their final Charge towards the massive creature, even if they could only slightly interfere, distract the enemy’s already scattering attention... even drawing just one attack would be enough!
Because at that mont, Annan had already rushed into the cavern forcibly carved out by the players’ lives!
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