It's hard to say whether it was the goddess's words that angered the monster, or whether it had already lost its patience and that the metal creature had completely let go of all scruples.

It's more powerful than anyone thinks.

Isitar had been prepared, but she was completely powerless.

When the goddess gave up the spear in desperation and shot it at the monster like a javelin, only to be easily dodged. When the goddess raised her right hand and attacked with a terrifying magic that was enough to collapse the round tower, the lightning bolt of the essence turned into a harmless flash in the monster's hand, quietly annihilating without even a sound.

Like a true god of magic, Isitar casually poured out his magic on the monster, accompanied by dazzling flashes and terrifying loud noises, littered with rubble that had been knocked away by the powerful force, raising his hands, kicking his feet, and even a look at him, which would make a terrifying magic happen.

But all this came to naught.

The monster was like a cobra dancing with its upper body propped up, soft and nimble, it dodged almost all attacks, and the few times it didn't dodge, the monster lightly pinched the magic into a dazzling but useless background.

The monster then ended Isitar's attack with a perverse attack, its long silver hair half-raised like a swarm of snakes, and stabbed the goddess in the right hand that was attacking the monster.

With a roar, golden blood dripped onto the slate.

Wasting her precious divine blood, Isitar clenched her right hand, and with a silent sacrifice, a blood-red flash burst from her fingers.

The monster was injured for the first time.

The wound began with the right hand of the goddess, which was about to attack the goddess, and went up the arm, leaving a cracked ditch in its path, from which a silvery liquid gushed out.

The monster let out a roar.

This time the terrifying force enlarged the pit at the top of the tower again, but Isitar was prepared, she abandoned all defenses, raised her right hand like lightning, and pressed the blood-red magic into the monster's mouth.

The world seems to have finally calmed down.

The goddess took two steps back, she was so focused that she didn't even notice a piece of gravel under her feet, and she almost fell in embarrassment.

The monster stood in place and struggled silently, a ray of light shining from beneath its skin, illuminating its silver, flawless face and the pair of gems, a hint of crimson emerging from the depths of the dark blue.

It all ended in a silent eruption, and the light finally dissipated, and the monster seemed unharmed.

At least it seems.

Then the monster spread its arms.

Its silver hair began to move, but this time it wasn't like a snake, but a blade.

The goddess was pierced.

She was badly wounded, but Isitar was relieved that Magellan, who might have been killed by the blade outright, survived.

The unconscious, wounded man lying on the edge of the battlefield was powerless to dodge the indiscriminate attack, and when the monster's silver hair stretched out into a propeller-like blade, turning to slash a piece of ground, Magellan should have died under the attack.

He had good luck.

"Caught up with ......"

The goddess seemed to be completely defeated so simply, and she collapsed to the ground, golden blood spreading like water on the stone slab.

Only then does Isitar look like the beautiful and willful Morning Star in the story, crying with her father's knees in her arms.

"Give it back to you," the goddess gasped in pain, spasms from her wound with each syllable, "whatever you want, I'll give it to you." ”

The monster was about to let out a terrifying roar, but the goddess's words interrupted it, and eventually, the beast with the perfect appearance quietly put away its blade and walked in front of Isitar.

The scene looked a little ridiculous, even if he fell to the ground weakly, Isitar was taller than the monster standing, and the god's feeble appearance added to the strange atmosphere.

But the goddess didn't laugh.

"Take it," Isitar held out his hand toward the monster, "whatever you want." ”

The monster finally stopped in front of the goddess, and then a ray of light flew out of Isitar's fingertips and flowed into its eyes.

"But I don't guarantee you'll get what you want. ”

A complicated wry smile flashed across Isitar's face.

The monster staggered backwards, as if it had been robbed of all its power by something invisible, and finally fell to the ground weakly.

The metal receded.

The countess stood up.

She walked over to the goddess as she pulled the pill bottle from her bosom.

"What do you want to do?"

Lying limply on the ground, Isitar watched as the countess came to Magellan's side and began to bandage the terrible wounds on his body.

"I think you've noticed ......"

"Yes, magic has no effect on this man," interrupted the Countess, "your wound is severe, and it is better not to speak." ”

Silence returned to the top of the tower, and soon the countess stood up.

She came to Isitar and looked at the severe wound on her flank.

"No mortal can heal the wounds of the gods," said the goddess with difficulty, "but my wounds will soon heal." ”

"I saw Pico go to the garden. ”

The countess looked into the eyes of the goddess, pondered the power of the goddess of wisdom, and then almost in an instant, Isitar understood what Helen meant.

"In that case, I'm running out of time. ”

Pico will destroy the magic circle, and at that time, Isitar will disappear into the void.

"Although I have new doubts about who Magellan is," the countess wasted no time, "but from the beginning I had only one question. ”

"The great event that changed the existence of the world itself was the appearance of the essence, the birth of me, and the advent of that monster. ”

Isitar smiled and said the answer.

"There must have been many gods who wanted to tell you the answer, but couldn't explain it, right?"

"Yes. ”

The long-sought answer was obtained, but the countess was not so excited, she had already guessed about this conclusion, and now it was only finalized.

"Then there's the part you can't understand," Isitar paused painfully, gasping heavily, "the essence is not the most important thing, its existence is only an outward manifestation of the change in the way the world exists. And that monster, it is the origin of everything, and I was born after it came. ”

"What is it?"

"When you understand the nature of the world, you understand what it is. It was an overweight weight on the scale of chance and necessity, and we gods wanted it to be balanced, but it came to the death of all gods. ”

The countess frowned and shook her head, she couldn't understand what Isitar was saying.