Seeing Lette about to act, the Gate of Truth felt as if facing a formidable enemy.
Even though he had already rged the paths of the indescribable and the into one, within his own realm.
But the power of Lette remained beyond his comprehension.
The unknown is the most terrifying and threatening. As an adherent of the path of Truth, he detests this uncertainty the most.
A mass of stars was born around him, each containing completely different Law Concept Powers.
Ti, space, force, vector, destruction, birth...
Each possessed the power to destroy the heavens and earth, each was a Truth carefully selected by the Gate of Truth!
Facing the prepared Gate of Truth, Lette smiled slightly, tossing out the card in his hand.
"May the fairy-tale kingdom, as dreamlike and illusory as a dream, descend here."
Doolulululu…
A large number of colored bubbles suddenly erged from the card, swirling around Lette, finally converging behind him to form a massive bubble cloud covering the sky.
Within these countless bubbles, the projection of the Fairy Tale Kingdom shone, radiating a fantastical light.
At that mont, the realm of Truth exhibited a fatal flaw.
Everywhere this light touched seed to dissipate swiftly, like oil stains encountering detergent, leaving Lette with a patch of pure land.
Lette stood under the projection of the Fairy Tale Kingdom, contending against Truth!
Watching Lette demarcate lands within his own kingdom, the Gate of Truth trembled with rage, countless starbursts evolving and swirling within his body.
To him, there was nothing more excessive in desecration than this act.
In his most cherished realm of Truth, the pure world of Truth, the projection of a fairy-tale kingdom completely contrary to Truth had been cast.
Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!
In his rage, the Gate of Truth raised his hand and smashed the forces of destruction and disintegration towards the bubble cloud of the Fairy Tale Kingdom.
It was the purest form of Law Power, its purity so high that even dozens of Conceptual level strongn exhausting countless ages might not be able to refine it to such a degree.
This was the strength of the realm of Truth, with its singular nature ensuring its pure environnt.
In this environnt, the Gate of Truth could freely conduct deductions and experints, everything was in the most ideal state.
No accidents, no pollution, no uncertain interfering factors.
Yet all of this, as Lette said, was fragile and useless.
Results derived under ideal conditions were destined to be abstract, without practical significance.
Facing the enemy's attack, Lette remained unhurried, directly popping two fairy-tale bubbles to collide with the incoming Law Power.
At the mont the bubbles enveloped the Law Power, all Truth imdiately dissolved completely.
Accomplishing sothing may require countless efforts, but destroying it might only take a small accident.
Just like destroying a million-worth world-famous painting might only require a child's mischievous act.
The so-called Laws of the Gate of Truth, the pure forces nurtured in this absolute environnt, beca vulnerable in the face of Fairy Tale Power.
"If after so much effort and ti, this is all you've managed to produce here,"
Lette flicked his fingers, and magic plants appeared before him, firing energy bullets at the opponent.
"then I must have overestimated you."
The energy sphere in front of the Gate of Truth was utterly vanquished by the overwhelming barrage, and the overflowing energy destroyed everything around, even causing cracks in the space barrier.
"Sword of Truth!"
The Gate of Truth suddenly thrust a hand into his chest, extracting a plain longsword from the endless starry sky.
The sword radiated a dense yet pure power, even more intense than the various Law Powers earlier.
"The pure force of those Laws was just a byproduct."
Wielding the longsword in his hand, the Gate of Truth cut down all the incoming energy bombs.
And all the Fairy Tale Power touched by the sword vanished into thin air.
"This, is the ultimate weapon I've obtained after thousands of years of constant refining! The Truth Weapon!"
The Gate of Truth positioned the longsword vertically in front of himself, his voice low yet carrying an undertone of hysterical madness.
"All things outside of Truth should not exist in this world.
This world is wrong, full of flaws, it is filthy!
And all who desecrate Truth must be purged! Completely purged!"
Lette narrowed his eyes, he had confird that this Sword of Truth was once the holy sword of the Gate of Truth.
With his ascension to godhood, this holy sword had beco his Origin Divine Artifact.
After years of honing and nurturing, in such extre conditions, combined with the owner's extre mindset, a fearso creation was born.
The entity that once reflected the soul of its master as a Holy Artifact was now catalyzed into a Blessing Artifact by his fanatical will.
It has now beco akin to the Dragon Slayer's Lant.
Except, the Dragon Slayer's Lant specifically targeted the Dragon Clan.
Whereas this Sword of Truth targets all things outside of Truth.
The most terrifying part is that the criterion for belonging to Truth is based on the perception of the Gate of Truth.
In other words, as long as the Gate of Truth deems sothing before his eyes not to belong to Truth, the Sword of Truth in his hand can wield power akin to the Dragon Slayer's Lant slaying dragons.
The Wisdom of Reason used the resentnt of those hard by the Dragon Clan in a world, combined with energy collected from Dragon Island, to forge the Dragon Slayer Blade, enough to make the entire Eternal Dragon Clan shiver.
And this Sword of Truth, nurtured with the power collected by the Gate of Truth from countless eons and myriad worlds, likely surpasses even the Dragon Slayer's Lant in sharpness.
The Space Law operated, and the Gate of Truth suddenly appeared behind Lette, slashing a sword at him.
Lette dodged to the side at the limit, but the magic plants and the vast bubble cloud around him were directly struck.
In an instant, these things vanished entirely.
Not eradicated or dispersed, but directly erased.
Your existence is not permitted.
Lette frowned, tearing off the slashed sleeve, and took the opportunity to put so distance.
As for what the other actions of the Gate of Truth would bring to the Boundary Sea, that aside for now.
Just the sword in his hand was enough to be concerning.
It's like a ticking ti bomb with a barking vicious dog chained to it.
To disarm the bomb, you first have to deal with the biting dog.
Lette reached out, as the golden patterns on the back of his hand erupted with dazzling brilliance.
Holy Sword·Sin Light, summoned to action!
Lette grasped the sword with both hands, holding it vertically in front of himself, speaking softly.
"Hey, have you ever seen the true colors of a Miracle?"
Buzz!!!!
The Holy Sword Sin Light emitted a delightful humming, bursting with countless colorful glows!
Crimson! Deep Blue! Cui Yu! Illusion Purple…
Light can be of any color, and so can a Miracle!
All possibilities of light extend and unfold, unrestrainedly flaunting! Illuminating the world in its own hues!
But in the eyes of the Gate of Truth, all this was so sinful!
Uncertain, no concrete numbers, constantly changing and increasing? Unable to be categorized, even more so undefinable?
Yet just when he prepared to eliminate it all, all the brilliance retracted, rging into the body of the Sin Light sword.
The Holy Sword·Sin Light's exterior remained unchanged, but there seed to be an unspeakable white light contained within.
As if the initial state of things, harboring limitless possibilities.
Lette held the sword in both hands, softly whispering.
"Primordial Brilliance·Paper White."
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