Full power.

Amy Ulysses immediately activated the extraordinary power bestowed upon him by the stigmata, and in this instant, the ubiquitous sound of fighting was extinguished, and the flying blood, the surging sword light, and the sword shadow were frozen.

Silvery flames flickered in his eyes, and the world seemed to crumble into paper before his eyes.

The glorious one walks with his sword.

One step, two steps, three steps –

The distance of tens of meters is fleeting, and Amy Ulysses swings his sword!

Cut the dust.

Cut through the atmosphere.

Slash through time.

It also cut open the world - the world is like a blank paper, divided into two by a simple and brutal one, and the snow-white sword light is completely independent of time and space.

This is a blow from the Transcendent Mortal!

It was his pinnacle blow!

however

In the uncanny glare of the Gloryman's eyes, Cowbock, or rather, the monster with the appearance of Cowbock and the domination of Cockcock's corpse, moved.

From 2D to 3D, from plane to three-dimensional.

Like a fish jumping out of a river,

He jumped on paper.

Strike.

Strike it with a horizontal sword.

"K-"

The swords collide and the blades bite each other.

Dazzling sparks pierced the long night, and the eyes of the two converged.

Then they retreated in unison.

Really......

Useless to Him.

The young Glory Man shook his slightly dizzy head, and he had realized in his bizarre dream not long ago that the time and space of this world were far from being as solid as many people imagined, and that for those truly powerful and terrifying beings, they were nothing more than novel toys that could be tampered with at will.

So

He decisively interrupted his abilities.

Rather, it is the undoing of the effects of the Circle of Stagnation.

The feeling of being free from the shackles of time and space faded, and the world was once again clear and vivid in his eyes, but the Glory One didn't have time to sigh with emotion, and almost at the same time as time resumed flowing, the incarnation of Hasta, who claimed to be the one who held the sword, had approached, and the seemingly insipid sword of instruction in his hand was also revealed at this moment-

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

The sound of his heartbeat was like thunder, and the great sword in Cobbock's hand disintegrated and deformed the moment it was swung.

Transformed into an alien.

Twisted, barbed and thorny, scythe-like creatures of some kind with mouthparts all over it.

Stretching, contracting, twisting, deforming–

This weapon is alive!

The blades intersected, and the expected scene of sparks splashing did not appear, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a great sword, a scythe, or a weapon of some kind of creature, which was wrapped around the body of the sword like a snake, and continued to wind downward.

"Catch you. ”

A faint smile came from his ears, and the sword-wielding man who claimed to be Corbock took advantage of the situation to lean forward so that he could put more pressure on the Glory.

"Although it is only a temporary half-finished product with limited resources, it seems that it is not bad now. ”

One step, two steps.

Amy Ulysses was forced to take two steps back.

"It's really ......"

"Enough is enough!"

Faced with the sword-wielding man who was approaching step by step, and in the face of the tentacles and mouthparts that were not far from the wrist, the Glory One once again activated his own abilities.

It's not a ring of stagnation.

It's not speeding either.

Rather, it's the simplest kind of acceleration.

- He sped up the flow of his own time.

Twice as fast.

Triple speed.

Quadruple speed.

Five-fold speed.

There was a very obvious sense of separation in the world before his eyes, but at the moment, it was clear that he didn't care about this, and before the king of yellow walked on the ground and had time to react, the glorious one drew his sword.

Is that

The second sword that had been hidden on his body.

Short sword dark blood.

Or rather Lucifer.

Shave!

The sword swept –

There was a sharp sound similar to the friction of metal.

- It was the wail of the monster that dwelt on the Great Sword of Instruction.

Rightfully without mercy.

But Amy Ulysses did not take advantage of the victory, not only did he not seize the opportunity to go to the next city, but on the contrary, he immediately withdrew after cutting off the tangled roots of the monster that rested on the great sword.

He knew it perfectly.

Hasta's walking body on the ground is by no means an opponent that can be defeated by stealing chickens and sliding, and if he is careless, he is likely to put himself in it.

- There is no need to take unnecessary risks.

The One of Glory thought and stood still not far away.

"You changed your time?" In his vision, the sword-wielding man, who appeared in the form of Corbck, turned his neck at an extremely slow speed, and after a slight pause after a rotation of nearly two hundred and seventy degrees, his eyes full of malice fell on him, "What a pity...... If only you had been a little more daring, this battle that shouldn't have happened would have come to an end. ”

"yes," Amy Ulysses narrowed, echoing casually, "that's a pity." ”

"Oh?" Hasta's walking body on the ground grinned, pulling out an eerie smile that would make people chill no matter how you look at it, "Are you sorry that you missed the opportunity to kill me?" ”

"What do you think?"

Amy sneered, but she didn't rush to make a move - since she didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity just now, there was no need to risk attacking now.

"You, in, delay, delay, time, time. ”

He, or he, said word by word, and then took unhurried steps towards the One of Glory, narrowing the distance between the two little by little.

was discovered.

The Glory's pupils shrank slightly, and at five times the speed of time, he had plenty of time to think, to choose, to choose an optimal solution.

But in the end, he neither dodged nor backed down.

Just forward.

To give a reason?

There is no reason –

What drove him to make this perverse decision was none other than his instincts.

You can't escape.

Only by facing difficulties and fighting head-on can there be a chance of victory.

More precisely,

It is an opportunity to kill "Him" once and for all.

And so—

At the moment of misturning, the two gamblers, who had pressed all their chips on the table, each revealed their hole cards.

Ten times faster!

The atmosphere suddenly became viscous, and Amy gasped for breath as she struggled to carve a way forward in this silent world.

He's broken through the sound barrier, and the sound has been left behind him—

But

But he can't get rid of the shadow of death.

In just an instant, whether it is victory or defeat, life and death, it is clear.

- like the dice falling to the ground,

Corbock's head rolled between the numerous corpses.

Did he win?

Amy Ulysses felt a strong sense of unreality in her heart, but in the next moment, it was all replaced by a sense of crisis-

The battle is not over.

Or rather, it's just getting started.

From Corbeck's severed neck, dense tentacles scrambled out—they wriggled and twisted, weaving the shape of a human face bit by bit.

And before that, the headless corpse had already taken the first step.

It wielded its strange greatsword, as if hitchhiking, perfectly synchronized with the speed of the Glory's tenfold acceleration, and scrambled the underestimated Glory's hands for a while.

Amy didn't fight back.

But it has no effect at all, cutting off the head, new tentacles will pour out to form a new head, splitting the body, the body will turn into an uncountable dark yellow worm, although it will be scattered in a hurry under the pressure of the sword light, but it will not be long before it can be gathered together again, and it is impossible to see that it has been injured at all.

It's simply immortal.

Under the fierce onslaught of the incarnation of the Old Dominator, which is even more than the rain, the Glory One is gradually losing the upper hand.

Left and right, so not embarrassed.

But under the tutelage of that almost cheating instinct, although it looks like a boat in a storm that could capsize at any time, it is always stable and unchaotic, and it looks like it can hold on for quite some time.

And time,

To the man with the sword—

Invaluable.

Forget it, he will not be able to break through the current stalemate in the foreseeable future - the guy with the fire in front of him, if nothing else, is really invulnerable in resisting pressure, no matter how fierce the attack he faces, no matter how embarrassed he behaves, but neither the rhythm of his breathing nor the pace of his feet is in the slightest disorder.

Really...... It is necessary to open a second theater of war.

He thought.

So, as if the rain was beginning to stop—

The breathless offensive of Senluo slowed down by an abrupt beat or two, and the young Glory Man finally had a precious respite.

But in the next moment,

He knew he was wrong.