While Rascha and Yulia are in crisis, Ulysses is also in a pretty bad situation.

Everything went smoothly at first, and after he concentrated, the Cross Sword, which represented the power of miracles, answered his call, and a complete sword body was constructed in his mind, and the words on the sword body were more complete and complex than before.

But just after Rasha began to officially fight with the Deep-Blood Queen, the situation happened.

The ancient holy sword that gradually became clear in his mind, and the divine text on the ancient sword body suddenly distorted. These inscriptions, which date back to the origins of the Cult of the Most High God, symbolize the oldest sacred words, and are being influenced by some force to become other scripts.

The Cross Sword - Legend has it that an ancient legacy that existed before the birth of the Cult of the Most High God, representing faith, steadfastness, protection, and judgment. Only those who hold the faith are entitled to wield the Divine Sword. It is one of the origins of all cross-type Noble Phantasms to date, and it has countless mysteries, but at this moment this sword has been invaded.

It was not other forces that invaded it, but the coldness that remained in Ulysses's body. This lingering coldness, which seemed to have penetrated deep into the deepest part of Ulysses's body, exploded again in Ulysses' body after being temporarily suppressed for a little time.

This time, Ulysses has no one around him, and the angel who has been guarding him has fallen into a deep sleep, and Rasha and Yulia are facing the attack of the enemy. He was the only one to accept the cold invasion, and the Cross Sword, which had gradually taken shape in his mind, became the first victim.

The Cross Holy Sword, which can almost be regarded as one of the oldest holy swords of mankind, actually had no power to fight back in the face of the invasion of this force, and could not even resist the slightest, and most of the inscriptions on the sword body were eroded.

This is the oldest word of the word, the sacred inscription of "faith" and "judgment", in a sense the language of God, which has a great suppressive power against any curse, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this sword is completely immune to curses.

However, the cold in Ulysses' body didn't even make this ancient holy sword even resist, and when that cold flowed through the body of this divine sword, the words on the sword body were instantly distorted.

That meant that the power of faith in the sword itself was completely incomparable to the coldness of the attack. If this coldness is a curse, then this curse has surpassed anything imaginable in this world, and even the strongest dark artifact in the legend cannot erode the Holy Sword of the Cross, which represents "faith", in such a short period of time.

This is even a more serious event than the destruction of the Cross Sword itself, in fact, the Cross Sword held by Ulysses is not complete in itself, far from reaching the level of the Noble Phantasm, and the budding sword that Yulia has just grown, they represent the path, but also the choice, and it is the seed of infinite potential, and it depends entirely on the path they have embarked on. At this stage, it is entirely possible that they will be destroyed in their form that is outside of their form.

However, the cold that emerged from Ulysses' body eroded not the form of the Cross Sword, but its origin. It also means that this cold is enough to completely annihilate the cross-sword that represents "faith" and "judgment", leaving not even the slightest trace.

Undoubtedly, this showed that the coldness that remained in Ulysses' body was far beyond the terrifying power of the Cross Sword, and was even enough to wipe out the terrifying power of the Cross Sword.

However, these Ulysses were apparently completely unaware of it, and he only felt cold, boundless cold.

Without the initial mental straightening, so tight that it seemed to be disconnected at all times, there was only cold, infinite cold, that flooded his body and soul. In this endless cold, he could barely even think.

Time seemed to stand still, Ulysses could no longer feel anything around him, his eyes could not see anything, his ears could not hear anything, and he could not even confirm whether he was still breathing.

Is it alive or dead? Stuck in eternal cold, Ulysses asked himself. He had the worst intentions for the coldness that was eroding his body, but he didn't expect it to happen again so soon.

It turns out that he is about to return to the embrace of the supreme god? Ulysses, surrounded by cold and eroding, almost has this kind of consciousness.

Then he heard the song again, the song that seemed to praise the gods. In this boundless coldness, this is the only sound that can be heard.

All things rise up to welcome you.

Praise be to you, the only light, and you will rise to the top of the sky of this world.

You rise, you shine, you take away the earth and the darkness with you.

You are the King of the Gods, the Lord of all.

Everything comes because of you, and it becomes sacred because of you.

From above your wings, the colors of the sky and the sea shine.

The temple of the Divine is glorified by your name, and you will be a legend of legends.

We have come from thee, and have been made holy through thee, and thou shalt put upon thy crown on the clouds and be crowned king.

You are the source of all life, time rolls up dust under your feet, and you never change. You have crossed the river of time, you have transcended time.

Praise be to you, my lord, that your life will awaken from its slumber, and after thousands of years you will still be immortal and come again into this world.

This time, however, in addition to this song of praise to the ancient gods, there was another voice, which was just as old, but it gave a silence that had forgotten everything, as if it had led itself into eternal sleep.

Dust to dust, dust to earth, soul to soul, I will no longer exist, remember, my dreams.

Before I was born, I was dead, and with my heart, I went in the direction where the cry came, and I never looked back.

There is no sacred, praise like the previous carol, and the voice behind it seems to be just telling a story, a simple and slightly sad story.

But that story made Ulysses feel more intimate and closer to himself.

Just when Ulysses slowly felt that he would be overwhelmed by the cold, disappearing into the world in an unknown corner. He heard voices from the real world, the voices of a girl all too familiar, the sorrowful cries of the two people who were most important to him.

He woke up, but he didn't.

He saw the starry sky, the sun closed by the dragon vein forbidden law, the last remaining light of the city, and the great darkness that awoke beneath the city.

He, on his feet, walked to the battlefield.

(To be continued)