Indra immediately recognized that voice.
After a brief moment of shock, an uncontrollable rage erupted within him.
I ignored your provocation earlier, and yet you dare follow me to my own territory? Do you really think I fear you?
This was a blatant challenge to him, a humiliation directed at Mount Sumeru itself!
I showed you some courtesy, and you dare to trample all over it?!
Indra no longer cared about the consequences of acting impulsively. Prideful as he was, he now only desired to punish this audacious intruder who had invaded his domain!
"I am the Heavenly Emperor, Indra! I don't care if you're the reincarnation of the Biblical God or not—since you've dared to come here, your journey ends with death!"
In an instant, Indra's formidable aura surged violently.
Unlike Fenrir, who owed its rank among the top ten purely to god-slaying fangs, Indra was a warrior deity with genuine, raw strength, placing him even higher than Fenrir!
Sanskrit chants echoed alongside thunderous cracks as his horrifying power surged outward, beyond the limits of Mount Sumeru itself.
Yet, what awaited him was a blazing, golden sun.
A fierce wind roared, conjuring an immense wave of scorching magical power that instantly elevated the temperature around them to unimaginable heights.
Descending from the sky, the enormous golden spear was held tightly by Jeanne, as though she had grasped the radiant sun itself.
The solar radiance and the divine lightning each carried the power to pierce the hearts of gods, threatening to devour the heavens.
A spear of light, a spear of thunder—rending the sky itself, a strike so overwhelming that even gods would tremble in fear.
"Know the mercy of the King of Gods."
"Indra, open your eyes."
"This single strike is extinction itself!"
"Burn it all."
It was power beyond Indra's control: lightning that slays gods, the wheel of the sun granting equal destruction to all beings, thunder that cleanses all impurities.
Pure annihilation descended upon him.
"[Vasavi Shakti]!"
According to legend, Indra once deceitfully took Karna's golden armor to help Arjuna defeat Karna. But moved by Karna's nobility, Indra granted him the god-slaying spear as compensation.
Upon realizing his opponent was Indra, Jeanne immediately found this divine weapon fitting.
Thus, by all rights, this power originally belonged to Indra himself—so he could clearly sense a familiar aura from that spear, causing his eyes to widen in shock.
How could she wield MY power?!
And what does she mean by "Indra, open your eyes"?!!
But losing himself in confusion during a battle—especially against a god-slaying strike—would clearly be foolish. Indra cast aside his questions and desperately mustered every ounce of his strength to resist the burning sun hurtling down at him.
"Do not underestimate me—!!"
Immense divine lightning, the authority of Indra the Thunder God, surged forth to meet the fiery star head-on, a divine thunder meant to judge and punish sins.
The two overwhelming forces collided violently, intertwining and eroding each other. Explosions of flames and lightning instantly engulfed the mountain that had become their battleground, waves of magical energy destroying and warping everything nearby.
No matter how sturdy the substance, it would burn to ash; the violent lightning shattered stars, the brilliant solar flame melted the earth itself.
After the raging flames, nothing remained—not even ashes—only a void marked by a hideous wound upon the world itself.
Shockwaves of their clash reverberated throughout the world, a destructive blast piercing even the stars, sending a tremor of dread through every Chief God-tier being.
They recognized the origin of the disturbance as Mount Sumeru, with Indra unmistakably involved.
That was a battle involving a top-ten powerhouse! Only someone equally strong could stand against him—a fellow top-ten entity.
Immediately, panic spread, with many suspecting the Khaos Brigade's involvement. After all, they'd recently been stirring chaos by sending artifact wielders and monsters worldwide.
In the Underworld, still recovering from Loki and the Khaos Brigade's recent attacks, Azazel and the others panicked upon hearing about Mount Sumeru's turmoil. They spent three days holding emergency meetings, hurriedly solidifying alliances between the Norse pantheon and the Biblical faction, as well as executing Loki.
Odin left immediately afterward, deeply worried for the safety of the Norse lands after seeing even Mount Sumeru challenged.
But after Odin's departure…
"It was YOU fighting the Heavenly Emperor on Mount Sumeru?!"
Three parts shock, three parts fear, three parts doubt, and one part confusion—Azazel's expression was a chaotic jumble of emotions, like a pizza overloaded with random toppings.
"Yes, that was me," Jeanne replied casually, crossing her arms. "And here I was wondering why you lot were busy running around, disappearing for days at a time—was it really just over this?"
For days, Sirzechs, Azazel, and Odin had been in endless meetings dealing with the Khaos Brigade's attacks.
Jeanne was initially supposed to attend, especially since they discussed executing Loki. But could someone like her sit patiently through a whole day of boring meetings? She couldn't even sit at a computer and write for half an hour straight without getting distracted by her phone.
Besides, there was nothing to discuss: she had already decided Loki must die. Anyone opposing that would be labeled an accomplice and burned alongside him!
Azazel's expression shifted slowly into reproach.
If the chaos at Mount Sumeru hadn't been the Khaos Brigade's doing but rather Jeanne's handiwork, their three days of meetings had effectively been rendered meaningless.
After the attack on the Underworld, Rias and the others had to postpone their first Rating Game. Two days ago, they finally competed again—this time against Sona Sitri's peerage.
Azazel, as Rias's teacher, was invited but couldn't attend due to the meetings. Sirzechs, however, had shamelessly ditched the meetings to attend his beloved sister's match.
"My adorable little sister's very first Rating Game! As her brother, if I didn't witness and record every wonderful moment personally, I'd fail in my duties! So, naturally, I invested heavily in the best cameras humanity has to offer, intending to create three copies: one to carry, one as a family heirloom, and one for promotional purposes!"
Such was Sirzechs's fervent statement. His excessive enthusiasm for Rias was exhausting—though compared to Serafall's overwhelming obsession with Sona, he was admittedly mild-mannered.
"But... weren't you in the Underworld this entire time?"
Azazel's mind spun in confusion, trying desperately to untangle the contradictions. "Wait—you had an alibi! You were with us when the attack on Mount Sumeru happened!"
Jeanne had indeed remained in the Underworld and had even attended Rias's game, hence Azazel's confusion.
"A clone. That was just my clone. Isn't that a common skill? Naruto could casually create thousands of clones and wage an entire shinobi war single-handedly."
Have you watched too much Naruto?!
But that wasn't the real issue here…
"You're saying you single-handedly destroyed Indra—one of the world's top-ten powerhouses—with just a single clone, and flattened Mount Sumeru right under the noses of countless gods and Buddhas?"
Jeanne nodded nonchalantly again, making Azazel's expression even more spectacular, like a malfunctioning color television.
How the hell are you this overpowered? Do your parents even know how ridiculous you are?
This is Indra—the arrogant Heavenly Emperor of Mount Sumeru who literally looks down on everyone from behind sunglasses!
Normally, Indra's humiliation would have delighted Azazel, but now...
"Calm down, Azazel. No need to panic."
Sirzechs placed a calming hand on Azazel's shoulder, smiling gently. "Miss Jeanne undoubtedly has her reasons. And you know very well she isn't evil."
"Oh, spare me. I am evil. I don't care about consequences—if someone pisses me off, I'll reduce them to ashes."
Jeanne grimaced at Sirzechs's unconditional trust, feeling as uncomfortable as if ants were crawling all over her.
"In other words," Sirzechs continued calmly, "Indra provoked you first, didn't he?"
Jeanne clicked her tongue. Sirzechs had hit the mark.
Thus followed an explanation. Jeanne briefly recounted events, including Ophis's presence.
Sirzechs knew Ophis lived with Jeanne, though Azazel had been unaware. But since they both trusted Azazel enough, Jeanne mentioned it casually, nearly shocking Azazel senseless.
"Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, has been living in Miss Witch's house for months, and Indra has connections with the Hero Faction of the Khaos Brigade…"
Hit by multiple earth-shattering revelations, Azazel's brain momentarily "disconnected."
Jeanne's voice cut through sharply, "What? Do you trust that Indra bastard more than me?"
As she spoke, Jeanne slowly drew her black ceremonial sword, clearly ready to decapitate Azazel if he dared nod.
Since it wasn't a Noble Phantasm, the sword and her corrupted banner had broken easily, but they were trivial to repair with negligible mana—thanks to the Holy Grails at her disposal.
Azazel shook his head frantically like a rattle drum, terrified that a slower reaction would lead to instant decapitation.
"Cough! Of course not! Although I've known Indra longer than you two—"
He sighed deeply. "I really hate admitting it, but given my understanding of him, Indra's entirely capable of pulling something like this."
Azazel knew Indra's arrogance well, aware of his ambition to surpass Shiva at any cost—even if it meant causing wars.
"And Ophis… I've lived near the Infinite Dragon God for months without noticing."
Azazel's voice dropped as he stared at them strangely. "You two really kept this from me, huh?"
Sirzechs chuckled. "You understand my reasons now, don't you?"
"Yeah," Azazel groaned. "This info is explosive. If handled poorly, we'll be global enemies."
"So," Jeanne cut in sharply, "did Indra actually survive or not?"
Azazel shook his head uncertainly, but Jeanne had already decided:
Indra must die—because I said so!