When Sevita arrived near the Ruins area, he almost had the illusion that it had been ravaged by an entire company.

Then he realized that it was not a company that had plowed the nearby square with heat and energy, but something even more terrible than the Astarte of a company combined.

The shattered ground and ruins around it were secondary, and it was clear that something had happened in this area that humans could not understand: demonic fires that burned out of thin air and had strange colors, human limbs that had been twisted unreasonably, but which seemed to grow as if they were supposed to be, buildings that stood still in place like abstract paintings that could never maintain stability, and the remains of "creatures" that were originally inorganic but were "brought to life" and killed for some unknown reason.

"Evil—heart—" Joan of Arc Alter said again. This time, however, the elongated word clearly contained a more negative emotion and a strong malice.

Sevita is unfamiliar with these, but she is not ignorant of them: the visions of subspace, the tricks of the unborn.

Already in the midst of the Great Rebellion, he had seen some similar blasphemy among his cousins. He scoffed at this, but he did not try to prevent others from getting into the noble sentiments of these taboos. It's just that now it seems that 10,000 years later, these venoms flowing from the other side of the universe have obviously eroded reality even deeper.

Then he realized that his psionic energy was being drained by the armor itself in a measured way. Immediately afterward, his armor itself reminded him that all weapon systems were online and unlocked.

He let his gaze cast on the phantom at his side, and the black woman rolled her eyes at him in disgust, "Aren't we here for this?" ”

"You are." Sevita shot back calmly, "It's just you, I was just dragged here by you, but I didn't want to get involved in this matter." ”

But in the meantime, he was already quickly confirming all the power he could use on this armor.

Similar preparations and examinations before the battle had become almost an instinct in his blood, and ten years of "rest time" was clearly not enough to make him rusty in this regard. Moreover, Sevita realizes that she is not as resistant to this as she originally thought.

- This series of inexplicable accidents did make him hold his breath, and his emotions also needed an outlet to vent. If it happens to be the perpetrator, that's even better.

"Huh." Joan of Arc S. Alter sneered. Perhaps in the absence of such an emergency, she would have been willing to continue to taunt Sevita's hard-mouthed appearance. But now, there's more important things at the top of the to-do list.

"A word of advice: don't listen to the enemy when you see them, just hit them." She put it this way, "What comes out of the mouths of those blue-haired chickens is unbearable desecration to the ears if you listen to it for a second longer." ”

"I don't need you to say it." Sevita replied.

They could already see a small, glowing figure facing each other in a depression not far away, and another large, mutated bird-like, waddling monster.

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"You can't do anything!"

"You can't save anything!"

Carlos' scream was uncomfortably scratching the eardrums of all who listened. It stood tall in the air with its psionic energy, and the staff it held tightly in its hand emitted aura, striking waves of chaotic spells of different colors and forms. Unfortunately, all the spells used for direct attacks were burned by the golden spear itself or the flames that flowed out. Spells that twist and mutate real-life beings into chaotic blasphemous creations can succeed, but they are controlled by Carlos and swarmed upwards, only to be burned even within the distance of touching the temperature of the flames.

Fujimaru Rika was still standing on the ground of the ruins, holding a gun in front of Governor de Ville. Karna's defenses were foolproof, and the heat brought by the blazing flames around him was controlled by psionic energy to prevent the unprotected mortals from burning them out, but such a battle was too restrictive.

Neither side was able to achieve results in a short period of time, and the situation was temporarily deadlocked – but it was also a victory for Carlos.

The golden thread in the sky that had been forcibly branded when Fujimaru Rika landed, had inevitably dimmed with the passage of time and the survival of the ritual itself. The gap in the anomaly was closing, and the transmission of the Emperor's psionic energy was gradually becoming sluggish, and Ritsuka herself was aware of this, and her use of power was far less bold than it had been when she bombarded spell protection before.

And as the Lord of Change, Carlos's keen sense of magic naturally made him clearly aware of this.

It floated in mid-air, and the two heads took turns mocking noisily:

"Of course you can see that it is more beneficial for us to drag it out like this!"

"You won't fail to notice that this planet is gradually becoming isolated!"

"You can certainly destroy the core of the ritual and prevent the Veil from being dissolved into the void and the planet being silently dragged into subspace."

"But should you really do it? The moment the core is destroyed, the energy it carries will also tear the curtain itself! ”

"Daes Chatty is undoubtedly an idiot, but he's pretty ingenious with the arrangement of the ceremony."

"Can you find it? The real heart of the ritual? And then what do you decide? ”

- Annoying.

The loud explosion overshadowed Carlos' noisy narrative. It was the sound of Rika Fujimaru throwing the golden spear "Immortal Blade" in her hand and then crashing into Carlos's spell shield. This blow was just a simple throwing spear, and although it was still outstanding with the blessing of Karna's own strength, it no longer had the power of the previous treasure.

The passage is being bridged, and the Emperor's gaze is about to lose his gaze in this completely enclosed "cat box". She will soon lose energy support, and now she must save as much as possible.

Carlos blocked the attack with a wave of his hand, then gave a louder sneer. Fujimaru Rika was silent, but used Lingji's traction to let the spear fly back into his hand on its own, and took a deep breath.

While it is true that she is waiting for the moment when the anomaly is fully established, it is indeed in Carlos's favor to drag it out like this: in the next plan, she must dismiss Karnah's spirit base and return the Ortenus armor to its original role. But if you keep being pestered like this by Carlos, this step will have to be delayed endlessly.

After all, she was just a weak master, and she really didn't have much combat power in her own right.

As for what Carlos had revealed about the ritual, she had already thought about it. The core of this type of chaos ritual must be well-known, recognized by those involved in the ritual (everyone in the entire realm of Jaystar), and symbolic. Originally, she thought that the core of the ritual was undoubtedly the "relics left over from the Great Expedition period", which everyone in the local area knew, but from the fact that the ruins themselves had been destroyed and the ritual was still carried out undisturbed, this judgment was obviously wrong.

Carlos confirms one of her terrible predictions: the destruction of the core itself will have a very negative effect while stopping the ritual.

-Maybe it's time to make a choice, Master. It's impossible to be perfect in everything. -

Karna's voice came from Otnaus.

- I understand, Karna. But...... In any case, I had to seize the moment when the anomaly was truly established. At that time, no matter what the situation is, I will dismiss your spiritual foundation. -

- I understand the decision. Your will that shines like stars in the darkness will not be dusted, and I wish you prosperity in your martial arts. Also, Master, it's too early to predict the worst. -

-Well? -

Not far away, a blazing flame roared. The roar was not only caused by the surging of the hot air currents, nor was it just the mechanical roar caused by the rapid movement of the behemoth. Among them, there are obviously some real roars:

"See you blue-haired chicken again! This time it will definitely put you on a pole and bake it to charcoal! ”

"How can a sneak attack attract the enemy's attention first?!"

"Who told you it was a sneak attack! For this ghost thing who has harassed Lixiang several times, the old lady is going to hammer it head-on! Look at the move—"

"Roar, my wrath! （La Grondement Du Haine）”

The launcher on the shoulder of the Terminator's armor unfolded, but instead of any kind of Empire-style missile weapon, what was pouring out of the flames poured out from it, but something that resembled a primitive iron brazing.

Floating in mid-air, Carlos finally realized that there were other variables on the battlefield, and screamed and turned his head to cast defensive spells when he couldn't dodge, but those seemingly less lethal iron drills easily pierced its shield, and the crimson flames seemed to be fueled by endless anger and hatred, easily melting all of Carlos's spells, and then piercing into its flesh with high temperatures-

"Quack, a

- Then, the real red lotus karmic fire burst out of it.

Carlos fell straight from mid-air, his massive body wrying painfully in the flames, rolling up countless pieces of dust and gravel scattered on the ground. And the person who caused all of this didn't even give any of his attention to the Demon Lord of Change, who was struggling on the ground, in a scene that should have laughed loudly.

"Richika—long time no see—" Joan of Arc Alter's phantom waved desperately at the edge of the Terminator's armor. The armor itself obviously had an urge to rush forward immediately, but Sevita held this urge down by her own will: the enemy is still in front of him and not dead, so wouldn't it be better to play this kind of long-lost reunion at a different time?

"Ah, it's Alter dear! It couldn't have come at a better time! Really reliable! Rika Fujimaru shouted, "Can I give you that two-headed chicken?" There's still work to be done on my end! ”

"W-of course! Just leave it to me! ”

"Thank you very much! It's Alter pro! ”

The flames on Carlos's body gradually subsided, and Joan of Arc After a brief conversation, Alter's phantom energetically returns to the battlefield with a very satisfied smile. When the whole thing was working, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it at all, but Sevita just felt that he was too redundant here.

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Such timely reinforcements really relieved Rika Fujimaru: there is Joan of Arc in front of him. If Alter resisted, she would be free to do what she was supposed to do.

In fact, it is not difficult to think about the core of the ritual: in addition to the ruins where they are now, the only remaining person who has been protected by the demon who set up this ritual from the beginning, who is known to the whole territory of Jestar, and has a certain symbolic meaning because of his special status, is here.

Rika Fujimaru turned back from the front of the battlefield and looked at the woman behind her who had lost her strength due to so many changes and blows, and was still kneeling on the ground:

"Jasmine Deville, the governor of Jastal, for privately using illegal technology that has not been certified by the Empire, colluding with Chaos, sacrificing the people of the Empire, and failing to report his negligence after violating the laws of the Empire, has been shoddy in the eleventh tax, causing huge losses to the lives and property of the people of the Empire and the planet of the Empire. Do you have any objection to the fact that I, as the Emperor's personal choice and special envoy to the throne, will sentence you to death for dereliction of duty and treason? ”

"No, Your Excellency."

"My verdict has been made, and you have agreed with it, so it will not be changed by anything. But, Jessamine Deville, it's true that you've worked hard for this planet, and you've put yourself in the shoes of the people of Jaystar. It is also an indisputable fact that you have made life better for the people of this planet, and the people have respected and loved you for it. ”

“…… No, Your Excellency, I have sinned. ”

"What do you think is your sin?"

“…… I, blindly believing in my old friends, neglecting my subordinates, and trying to use abnormal means to increase the production of the planet—"

"—that's not right."

Fujimaru Rika stepped forward and asked condescendingly:

"Is it wrong to trust your friends? Is it wrong to make progress in order to make the planet prosperous? Is it wrong to think about your own people? Is it wrong to gamble on a possible future when you can't think of it? You may be at fault for not being cautious enough to see through the conspiracy of chaos; Perhaps the fault is indecisiveness and failure to stop losses in time when the impact is not great; Maybe the mistake is losing to temptation and being blinded by a better future – but I will say, your motives are not wrong! ”

Governor de Ville was shocked by these words. It's not like what an envoy to the throne would say.

She still sat on her knees in a judgmental position, not noticing that her eyes were moist, and the person who had the right to rule it all continued:

"The only mistake in this matter is that the beasts behind the curtain are not as good as the insects themselves, who are eyeing the fate of mankind and playing with it for fun!"

Fujimaru Rika shouted angrily:

"The harm has already been done, the verdict will not be changed, and those responsible must pay the price. But I hereby ask you, the Governor, who has worked so hard for the sake of this planet: Can you really die willingly? ”

No way. How can it be.

"Don't you have any grudges?"

Regret and remorse are everywhere.

"Do you still want to achieve it?"

Some. Of course there is.

Clear tears crossed Jessamine Deville's face, which had been covered with age. She had long forgotten her manners, her standard accent, and her grammar. She fell to her knees, leaned forward, and stretched out her hand desperately like a drowning man trying to grasp the last reed:

"I want to get it right!" She roared in a cracked and shattered voice, "I can pay any price, just keep Jestar out of the evil god's grasp!" ”

Another golden light streaked across the sky. The golden light was like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding in the disgusting sky of the subspace. De Ville's eyes, blurred with tears, could not confirm what the light was, and before that, Rika Fujimaru had already held her hand firmly.

-Human Logic Loading-

"You're going to lose everything." She declared, "Your past, your life, your merits, your existence." Even so, do you want to make it happen? ”

Is there anything to hesitate about?

"I do!" Deville's voice was impatient.

"Then I will swallow all your sins in the name of 'Sin Drinker'. No one will remember your sacrifice today, but I assure you that your unsullied soul will return to the Golden Throne. ”

At that moment, the golden eyes that Rika Fujimaru looked down from above were like gods.

-Otnaus Lingji Enhancement Mode Activated-

-Phantasm Unfolding: The Wedge Unforgotten (Grand Order: Untold Epic) -