Chapter 112: The Destruction of a World and His Existence

The holy spear, swirling with ninefold radiance, tore through the heavens.

Chasing the locked target, it soared into the endless distant sky, pointing straight towards the heavens.

The holy spear broke through the barriers; nothing could stand in its way, not even the walls of the world themselves.

Or rather, in the face of this ultimate mystery surpassing the tenth-tier magic, the so-called barriers had no effect at all. It seemed that even this chasm, which gods had difficulty crossing, dared not obstruct the holy spear bathed in nine-colored light.

Thus, it pierced through the endless void, crossing the sky and darkness, descending into another world ruled by an evil god.

Countless figures controlled by black and white masks—the Faceless Ones—lifted their heads, gazing at the piercing light that descended like a world-ending star, falling above the luxuriously ornate temple at the center of the world.

They trembled, for that was a power so supreme that even this mad evil could only fearfully kneel before it.

Inside the temple.

Dressed in a pointed triangle hat, with a ridiculously long, spear-like fluffy brown tail, entirely wrapped in a black cloak, a figure stood up, shock and disbelief manifesting as joy on their black and white mask.

They sensed the arriving light.

Thus, gazing at the sky, they left behind an unfinished ancient god’s voice.

“Hehehehe ~ Amazing, just amazing, heeheehee! This is simply incredible…”

“Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The world-ending light erupted, centering on the temple that turned to ashes in an instant, spreading throughout the entire world…

…

“Ah…”

Exhaling the stagnant air from their lungs with a refreshed feel, Miss White Fox donned her mask and clapped her hands in satisfaction, observing the restored surroundings where the holy spear had split the sky.

“Humph, acting tough, I’ll make sure you don’t escape alive.”

Aside from the joy of successful revenge, there was more satisfaction from the exhilaration of giving it her all.

Ever since her crossover, the destructive power of mystery magic was far too terrifying in the real world, and Miss Vilyric had never dared to attempt casting it even once. This time, however, her wish was finally fulfilled.

Her divine sense had been chasing after Musk’s fleeing Divine Spark and had traveled to the other side, witnessing that world now completely assimilated by the Faceless Ones, twisted under the invasion of the “Pseudo Mask and God of Exuberance,” allowing her to confidently cast “Mystery: Light,” the ultimate holy magic whose might was beyond mere description.

Though due to the terrifying power of mystery magic, once it detonated, even her perspective was forcibly contracted, making it impossible to see the situation over there now. She couldn’t know how the outcome was, but surely even true gods wouldn’t fare well against such a powerful mystery.

So, this might be counted as vengeance for those innocent victims who perished due to the evil god. But, of course, the main reason was that the Priestess couldn’t accept the outcome of her opponent acting tough and running away.

The girl turned around, preparing to return to the lower city.

Suddenly, a sound of something piercing the air came from afar.

Miss White Fox turned her head to find a stunning, winged snow-white unicorn, which reminded her of the unicorn from myth and legend that symbolizes purity and light.

On horseback sat a beautiful girl with crystal-clear blonde hair—who else could it be but the Saint of Bright Light, Yuna?

“Miss Xī—! Are you okay?!”

Shouting loudly, the blonde girl rode her white horse galloping from the distance, quickly arriving beside Miss White Fox.

Vilyric couldn’t help but shake her head with a smile.

“Miss Yuna, why do I feel like you’re becoming that story character who always arrives late after everything is over, like a soldier… cough, a guard?”

“Huh?”

The Saintess was slightly taken aback, but before she could say anything more, Miss Vilyric took the initiative to change the subject.

“Everything’s fine now. That black flame giant was the mastermind behind the Faceless Ones’ attack on the city. I happened to encounter it and took care of it, so unless something unexpected occurs, there shouldn’t be any similar incidents for a while.”

Not giving the blonde girl much time to process, the White Fox continued.

“How is the situation at the Temple of Bright Light? Were the damages from the attack severe?”

“Uh? Oh, we had some forewarning, and since the number of Faceless Ones wasn’t too many, even though it took a bit of time, we’ve handled everything. So the sudden darkness I saw earlier was…”

Was that what was truly concerning her?

It’s understandable; even eighth to tenth-tier high-level magic could have effects akin to information pollution, able to influence the minds of mortals. The abrupt plunge into absolute darkness earlier, combined with the unique brilliance of “Mystery: Light,” would surely leave an impression on Yuna.

Lots of citizens in the city probably saw that scene for a moment at the instant the barrier disappeared, and the consequences weren’t yet clear. But Vilyric couldn’t hold back just because of such concerns. After all, mystery magic hadn’t truly exploded in this world; it just flickered and vanished.

But judging by Yuna’s expression and demeanor, it seemed like nothing had changed for her. Having witnessed a much stronger holy magic up close, she didn’t appear affected at all?

Perhaps it was due to her surpassing the peak of power, or maybe her resolve as a Saint was just strong enough, so there was no need to worry.

In fact, everything Vilyric had prepared to say had already been thought out when she decided to use mystery magic against the “Pseudo Mask and God of Exuberance.”

“Even if I don’t say anything about that scene, Yuna could probably guess who intervened, right? The enemy’s background is quite remarkable, and mere me can’t handle what lies behind this matter. But as for this, let’s keep it under wraps, okay?”

That’s right; just let them guess for themselves.

Sure enough, as soon as she mentioned this, the Saintess’s expression visibly shifted to one of excitement and even enthusiasm, like a young girl who had just heard news about her idol, hurriedly looking around on horseback.

“Is it… really Him?! Miss Xī, where is He now? Is there a chance Yuna can meet Him? Even just to hear His voice would be…”

Well, that was an expected reaction; Yuna’s faith was indeed very devout.

Judging by her expression, she likely interpreted it as the intervention of a being akin to the Light Goddess, especially considering that the form of “Mystery: Light” would be easily recognizable as some form of light ability, combined with that unbelievable sight, associating it with a deity was entirely reasonable.

This way, Miss Xī would naturally be cleared of any suspicion; after all, the power Miss White Fox displayed previously was completely different from holy light.

“Unfortunately, just like I said earlier, she’s not here. What happened just now was simply her sensing the presence of a strong enemy through me and using remote aid. You understand, don’t you, Yuna? Some beings possess such incredible powers.”

“So, you won’t get to meet her.”

“Is that so? That’s true… I suppose I have no qualifications in the current Summerfield…”

“Right, right… Huh?”

Miss Yuna’s sudden dimming eyes and her utter shock left Vilyric momentarily stunned. Just as she was about to speak, Yuna quickly gathered herself, wiping away the dejected and forlorn look, returning to her originally elegant and pure smile while nodding again.

“No matter what, witnessing His intervention means we have not been forsaken by the divine. That’s… already more than enough.”

“Okay, Miss Xī, let’s head down first. So much has happened suddenly, Mingguang City is in disarray. We need to calm things down, reassure the citizens, and get the city back on track as soon as possible.”

   

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