Shiva was a terrifying rival that Magellan had never seen, a god of his own right in the highest fighting skills, and a supreme god who ruled over vast lands and populations, and whose power never diminished.

It's an opponent he probably won't be able to beat.

I don't know when Magellan lost control of his power. He knows everything, calculates everything, and does not allow for error, only to find out in the end that he is the one who knows the least.

From the point of view of a calculator, he desperately needs a reference, a real battle.

But when the battle came, he found himself at a loss.

The countess noticed something was wrong, and she noticed that Magellan was in a trance.

Although she was the only one who noticed this now, soon the three great gods would find out.

The countess raised her right hand.

This is a battle that must be won.

So far, the three great gods who have had to do something have not moved, and it is definitely not because they have pinned all their hopes on Shiva, or have been robbed of the ability to do anything by the artifact.

The Countess knew what was waiting for them, but she didn't know what would happen in the end.

Nothing could be scarier than that.

It was a battle that the countess did not want to meddle in, she knew that Magellan did not want to be disturbed, it was a proud man who had just experienced defeat and wanted to prove himself, and it was better for the others not to bother.

But now, there is no time.

The essence appears out of thin air, condensing into a dangerous force in the air, and a magic is taking shape, but its target is not Shiva.

Awakened by the chill of the blade, Magellan let go of the doubts that had just swirled in his mind, and ducked his head in embarrassment to avoid the vajra, and then raised his head.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was an extra layer of transparent images in front of his eyes.

It was the Countess's magic, a phantom imbued with the countess's elegant aesthetic and aristocratic temperament, clear at a glance.

But in Magellan's eyes, that meant something more.

On a pale blue phantasm plane, several lines of text are neatly arranged in the upper left corner, namely Mood, Reaction, Stamina, and Wellness.

That plunged Magellan into a long memory.

He found himself with the Countess for too long and through too many things.

Once, they gazed at the stars in the empty sky, talked about good things that did not exist in the world on the deck of airships, and once they wandered in the pervasive hostility, laughing and talking about questions that had not yet been answered.

It was such a long memory that when Magellan remembered when he had told the countess about the contents of the Illusion—the data on the strength and weakness of human beings that could be visually detected—he had already been knocked to the ground by Shiva.

Magellan unconsciously rubbed the smashed spot on his head as he watched the phantom climb up carelessly.

He looked at the rows of text in the upper left corner, followed by the numbers. Emotions represent the willpower and excitement of human beings in battle, and they are the power of the brain that supports his victory, but according to Magellan's theory, the determining factor in this value is the level of adrenaline secretion - a new term coined by Magellan. Reflexes, which represent agility in the face of attacks, must detect both the opponent's movements and the human's eye movements. Physical strength, which may be the most intuitive, but the most difficult way to detect, and in the end the result of Magellan's discussion with the countess was to observe the heartbeat frequency, and there is no doubt that the faster the heartbeat, the lower the physical strength. The final soundness is clear at a glance and reduces if injured.

Now, Magellan's eyes are showing results that exceed expectations.

His emotions were zero, just like Magellan himself could feel it, in the face of this battle, he himself had no excitement at all, and all the emotions that helped the battle were snuffed out by reason.

The reaction was very low, and just now, he was indifferent to Shiva's movements, and as a result, he was beaten hard.

His physical strength was extremely high, and his heartbeat was as steady as a machine.

Soundness is only a little lower than the full value.

That means that even if Magellan was beaten by Shiva for so long without any reaction just now, he was basically not injured, not even a small wound, and not a drop of blood was shed.

Magellan felt like he was in the middle of an absurd joke.

Shiva didn't let this feel last long, not even more than a moment. When Magellan was in his trance, the vajra fell on him again, and the sound number dropped a little again, and a sharp pain struck him, awakening him.

Magellan stretched out his hand, grabbed the vajra's square blade, and slammed it into the ground.

In that instant, the number of emotions suddenly rose.

Shiva was knocked down by the force coming from his arm, lost his balance, and he fell into a frenzy in an instant - the perfect dance was destroyed.

But before the god could vent his anger, Magellan lay on the ground and slammed his right fist into Shiva's arm, which was far taller than a mortal and could only reach his arm.

Shiva straightened up, and by the way, Magellan also stood up, and he put the small—literally—mortal in front of his eyes, and let out a furious roar at him.

Magellan then plunged his sword into Shiva's arm.

Originally, he wanted to attack Shiva's wide open mouth, but unfortunately the size of the god made it impossible for him to reach that position, so he had to retreat to the next best thing.

Shiva stretched out her other hand, grabbed Magellan tightly, and paddled him to the ground.

Magellan roared and pulled the long sword on Shiva's arm in his direction, and golden divine blood gushed out like a spring.

Shiva painfully let go of his hands and let Magellan fall to the ground.

The god roared wildly, like a drunkard who wanted to vent his anger, but only made it even more angry.

Then he finally stopped and looked down at the culprit who had done it all.

At that moment, Magellan also raised his head to look at the gods.

Shiva, the god of anger, was surprised to find another face full of anger in front of him.

"I have been far from the world in pursuit of distant and ethereal things, and have wasted long hours in the wilderness for childish fantasies, and when you have come here, as promised, you have coerced my friends in a shameful way, and have spoken of high-sounding justice, and have done more vile than the most vile, and dirtier than the dirtiest. ”

"Do you think you're a god, so you're doing the right thing?"

"Gods can't make mistakes, mortals!"

A furious Shiva rudely interrupted Magellan with a roar.

Then Magellan also roared back: "Then die!"

One man and one god collided again, and the terrifying power made the whole world tremble.