On the horizon, inside the command room of the Belobog—
"Target 001 (Herrscher of Thunder) and Target 002 (Shesha) have been temporarily suppressed by the second round of artillery fire. Estimated breakout in thirty seconds!"
"Ring Field Anti-Interference Magnetic Field issuing alert! Suspected interference from Target 001's authority!"
"Don't panic! Activate the Psychokinetic Manifestation Device to materialize and constrain the electromagnetic wavelength, then use directional energy shields to plug any defensive gaps!"
"Understood!"
"All five hundred Black God missiles of the fleet are loaded! Third round of fire coverage is in position!"
"Fire all missiles in ten batches! Coordinate with P7 Tractor Beams to engage the enemy. You grasp the timing! Don't give the enemy time to breathe!"
"Yes!"
Fuli on the ground only needed to show off and act cool in front of the Herrscher of Thunder, but Cocolia, responsible for restraining the enemy from the rear, had much more to consider.
Fortunately, aerial battleships in combat mode activated the VV2 Time Acceleration Device, co-developed with [Helix Workshop], to prevent crew members from missing opportunities due to delayed reactions against powerful individual units.
Yuya, busy at the adjutant's station, shouted, "Lady Cocolia! Detecting a sudden appearance of an unknown Critical-level energy signature!"
"Finally here, Fuli brat!"
Cocolia waved her hand grandly: "Project the live feed!"
"Yes!"
The staff responsible for image processing buried their heads in work. Shortly after, a halo of light materialized from void to reality in the open area before everyone.
That tin-white radiance displayed not only coldness but also solemnity and majesty, like a pilgrim beholding a deity.
Within the light stood a steed as majestic as a mountain. It was clad in heavy armor inlaid with metal flowers, its white fur flowing with a crystal-like glow. Its eight powerful legs were like the stabilizing outriggers of a wheeled crane.
A massive shadow sat atop the horse, its heavy dark-gold armor shrouded in a faint shimmer.
He held a curved lance in his hand, the arc of the shaft like the trail of a meteor crossing the sky. On his iron-masked face, the single golden pupil illuminated the surroundings like a giant lamp.
"Is this... Odin?"
The iconic single eye and eight-legged horse made many staff members murmur His name. The name of the Lord of the Aesir and King of the Norse Gods had long become a household name due to the development of the modern film and television industry.
The King of Magic and Wisdom leading an army of the dead across the battlefield, sending valkyries to collect the souls of the fallen warriors to prepare for the destined Ragnarök.
This did not and would not scare the battle-hardened elites of the Reformist Faction. In the eyes of these radicals, things like Asuras, Gods, and Buddhas should have long been swept into the trash bin amidst the vigorous development of humanity and science. Those remnants of the old era, no matter how much they struggled, couldn't board the ship to the new world.
Just a bunch of weirdos fighting over their birthplace (Earth). Their seemingly conceptual abilities were all bluff; humanity's goal was the sea of stars!
Soon, the detection personnel turned their heads to report: "No divine reaction, just a brand-name imitation!"
"Fool! Is it an imitation just because there's no divine reaction? Did you eat the Critical-level energy signature just now?"
Cocolia scolded him, "Magnify the image of the target's eye!"
Items that forcibly raise individual combat power always come with various side effects, such as the user being unable to control the surging power or their mind being polluted and bewitched by the entity residing within.
Borrowed things always have to be returned—be it the soul or life itself.
The eight-legged steed named Sleipnir let out a thunderous neigh. Its roar was deep and powerful, as if it held thunder in its mouth.
Its dark-gold hooves pawed the ground, exuding utter restlessness from head to toe.
In the image, "Odin" lowered his brow, and his steel-forged hand pressed down on the high horse beneath him.
"I'm not very good at mounted combat."
The divine lance aimed at the back of its head. Fuli spoke without a trace of emotion: "Will you be proactive, or should I help you?"
"Neigh!"
Sleipnir raised its front hooves under the dark sky, spewing fine sparks of lightning from its metal nostrils.
Just as the people on the battleship held their breath thinking it was about to make a move, this creature, along with the majestic dark-blue armor, turned into a stream of light and returned into Fuli's body.
They fused with the spiritual energy of the Demon Sword Shiranui, transforming into an intensely visual azure-white brilliance.
"Looks like there's no need to worry."
Seeing this, the corners of Cocolia's mouth lifted, but she also felt disappointed. If that stinking brat had embarrassed himself in public, she could have eaten an extra piece of jam-covered black bread at every meal for the next three months.
On the ground, Fuli, having thoroughly suppressed the residual thoughts in the God King Mask, put away the lance named Gungnir.
Spreading his arms, he spun around in front of the worried Kiana: "Limited-time skin, how's the look?"
A modern-style trench coat with silver patterns on the lapels, looking quite dashing, embroidered with auspicious clouds and a cyan divine bird. Below were deep cyan inner robes decorated with golden bells, jade, ruyi knots, and sashes, paired with blackish trousers.
His energy-storing long hair, constructed based on the principle of the Spirit Gathering Ring, was simply tied with a strip of white cloth into a ponytail convenient for action. Occasionally, a sense of ethereal clarity arose, like hazy moonlight flowing in a dream.
In short, the male version of Feixiao.
The stunned white-haired Tuna snapped out of it and huffed: "Show-off! But it looks much better than the style just now with one eye missing!"
And what was that story he told Mei earlier? What does he mean by 'everything before was nonsense and only with Mei was it true'?
I must ask him properly after the fight!
Kiana grumbled in her throat. Feeling doubly heavy on her head, she felt the urge to bite something.
Fuli teased, "Thanks for the compliment? By the way, what's this about having an eye snatched?"
"You're clearly Shenzhou yet you haven't read Investiture of the Gods?"
Kiana swept him a disdainful look. "Let me ask you, back when Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong led the Four Heavenly Kings and Deng Chanyu on a northern expedition for ten years before returning to court, guess what fierce gods and monsters were in the North Sea?"
Fuli really didn't know this one. "Demons and ghosts of Beiju Luzhou?"
"No, no, no!"
Kiana put one hand on her hip, naturally accentuating her perfect figure wrapped in White Comet armor. "Actually, the North Sea back then was Northern Europe. Why is Odin missing an eye, while Grand Preceptor Wen has a third eye? He snatched it after winning the fight!"
Rubbing the remaining half-mask on his face with his fingertips, Fuli questioned, "So you're saying your ancestor beat up my ancestor?"
The Norse-produced big white cat, who hadn't thought of this angle, fell silent with trembling eyelashes. After reacting, she quickly retorted fiercely, "Just because the ancestor was beaten doesn't mean the descendants can't rise up! Haven't you heard 'Kings and generals are not born of noble stock'?"
"My ancestor said that too."
Seeing the master-servant duo in the distance pinned down by heavy fire, the kind-hearted Fuli casually condensed dozens to hundreds of crescent-shaped sword qi surrounded by Ever-Burning Flames and sent them whizzing over to help them out.
A nation of etiquette! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Compared to the primitive form of sharp swords, mimicking the Shadow-Trailing Sword into slender slashes released out of thin air was Fuli's favorite attack method.
Larger attack range, sharper, more effective damage, and most importantly—he could release them with hands in his pockets. It was cooler!
He hadn't done this before because changing the initial form of the Shadow-Trailing Sword consumed extra Honkai energy. Normal Fuli wished he could split every bit of energy in half to use, saving whatever he could.
Now wearing the mask, he could emulate his previous incarnation and squander a bit.
Cocolia's voice rang in his heart: [Old woman, did you hear my conversation with Theresa just now?]
"Even without that annoying cotton ball, I planned to split the battlefield and move away from here!"
Cocolia thought to herself that the Herrscher of Thunder was something she wanted to dump on him from the start. Helping him suppress it for a while was fine, but don't even think about letting her carefully cultivated subordinates get caught up in their fight.
"Little ones! Time to verify the results!"
Her voluptuous body clad in a nano-tight combat suit fell backward, fitting perfectly into the rising consciousness induction frame.
"Even if the confused reality blocks the road!"
Cocolia gripped the control sticks rising on both sides and pushed forward. A powerful shout followed, and the Belobog's entire hull stood upright amidst Kiana's stunned gaze.
"The thought of defending freedom will open a path! OOOOHHHHH!"
Amidst the roars of her subordinates, the two cruisers and two battleships cruising around skillfully turned around. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
They linked savagely with the main body, transforming into tightly fitted steel limbs through a series of morphological changes.
Yuya, taking over close-quarters combat and the Psychokinetic Manifestation Device, wondered which bastard had suggested this slogan to the Executor.
But she could only continue to shout with a face full of shame: "No matter how much evil stands in front of democracy!"
The hangar doors below the deck opened to both sides, and a high-tech head ejected and rose.
In the central pilot seat, Aaron Bushnell, responsible for controlling the eye MEGA beams, information collection modules, and holographic projection, roared: "The scorching flames will break destiny!"
The remaining twelve ship forms simultaneously retracted all external appearances, turning into space partitions / physical blocking barriers / force field generators / high-temperature particle cannons / silver bullet projection units and other components, either merging with the main body or circling around as large floating bits.
"Break through the heavens and dimensions together! Grasp your own destiny with your own hands!!"
Four pairs of gold-cyan light wings constructed of solar particle streams erupted from the back thrusters. Cocolia, having completed the combination, grinned ferociously as the giant fists that tear through calamity clashed with a clang.
The vertical launch units all over the body opened automatically, and Fire Dragon missiles soared into the sky one after another.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE!!!!!"
After the tail flames traced the words 'Democracy And Freedom!' in mid-air, they turned their muzzles and once again enveloped Shesha, who had finally broken through the third round of fire coverage and tried to rush up to interrupt the combination!
...
"Transformed from the Reformist leader Cocolia's exclusive aerial combat fleet Belobog—Large Strategic Decisive Battle Sub-God Soldier [Engine of Creation]."
On the ground, Fuli looked at the transformed behemoth with great interest: "I have to say, setting a perfectly good battleship as a super-large combat mecha capable of free combination and separation really fits the wild aesthetic of the Slavs."
He wouldn't say he was super jealous right now!
A man's dream is to pilot a Gundam, dammit!
[Saving energy through separation on normal days, transforming into a humanoid weapon more suitable for combat at critical moments.]
Dr. MEI praised: [Good concept, just need to avoid being interrupted midway.]
[That would just turn it into other forms.]
Fuli said: [The model I bought back to study could combine into thirteen or fourteen types just by casual assembly. A bunch of parts act as backups for each other, and the comprehensive capability of each fluctuates around S-rank.]
The designers weren't stupid; how could they leave such a big loophole?
Any smartass who self-righteously rushed up to interrupt would have a bigger surprise waiting for them.
Dr. MEI touched her forehead in a daze: [Model? Shouldn't such things... be classified?]
Fuli quipped: [This is the excellent matchmaking mechanism of the North American region. Don't underestimate the laxness of the capital of capitalism.]
Laughable. They were selling replica toy models of nuclear submarines back in the last century.
"ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR!!!"
At this time, Shesha, slightly ragged but unharmed, finally cleared the artillery fire.
It stepped on thunderclouds and soared into the sky, thinking: Master won't let me bully those two little things, fine. But can't I handle you?
Facts told It: Hard to say.
The geometric ring manifested above the Engine of Creation's head controlled the free energy between heaven and earth. Following the mind's will, it turned into a drill piercing the heavens, smashing onto the ferocious dragon horns Shesha slammed into it.
Taking advantage of the moment Its body stagnated, the Engine of Creation leaped behind It with a speed completely inconsistent with stereotypes.
It drew a strong bow forged of gravity.
Drawing the carved bow like a full moon, looking northwest, shooting the Sirius star!
The arrow blooming with crimson light cut through the lifeless twilight, savagely splitting the sky in two.
Barring any accidents, after a not-so-long flight, Shesha, launched as an "arrow," would diagonally cross the Far East mainland and arrive over the ocean more than two hundred kilometers away.
"Stinking brat, and Cecilia's daughter, don't die!"
Dropping this sentence, Cocolia controlled the Engine of Creation and sped off in the direction Shesha left without looking back.
Kiana, finally realizing what kind of enemy they had been facing, said resentfully, "With that power, if it hit me, I'd be black and blue all over."
"More like missing pieces here and there."
Fuli felt this girl was truly a bit too whimsical.
[Maybe scattered all over the east and west.]
Dr. MEI had her own opinion.
Unfortunately, Kiana couldn't hear it: "What do we do now?"
She stared at the Herrscher of Thunder, full of motivation, thinking that if she pulled off a hero-saving-beauty act now, Mei's favorability towards her would break through the sky, right?
What? The opponent is S-rank and there's only one Critical-class here?
She didn't care. Ah-Li was here; he definitely had a way!
Fuli expressed his gratitude for her confidence in him.
He whispered instructions into the girl's ear, then took back the Galactic Baseball Bat from her hand. Kiana nodded, glanced at the Herrscher of Thunder, and turned to leave.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Fuli drew Mikazuki Munechika from its scabbard and inserted it into the bat.
He whistled: "Better to fight you with a blunt weapon. If I accidentally cut Mei's body, she'll complain endlessly when she comes back."
Whether the Herrscher of Thunder believed it or not, Prometheus observing the battlefield didn't.
Her Host had too many tricks; one slip-up and she could fall into his trap.
Rin inside Jizo Mitama cried herself to sleep in the toilet.
[Wanting to rely on the charge function of the Galactic Baseball Bat to break a point with a dot?]
Dr. MEI made her guess.
The innate energy recovery speed of Herrschers meant that to kill them, one had to empty their health bar in one breath. The MANTISes of the Previous Era relied on Willpower Bursts—the interaction between Meta-Morph factors and the Fusion Warrior's own will stimulated potential power, activating the universality of Honkai cells to the maximum, amplifying power to a burst state beyond limits in a short time.
Before targeted items like the Key of Blankness were invented, the Flame-Chasers, including Kevin, used this to surpass the Emperor/Judgment/Dharma-Ending class Honkai Beasts they fused with, achieving the supreme feat of killing God's envoys (Herrschers).
In other words, Fuli's idea of charging the bat was correct.
The only small problem was that the Galactic Baseball Bat was only C-rank. Even if charged for a long time, trying to break the Herrscher of Thunder's outer defense with it was absolutely whimsical.
What did he want to do?
Expectation for the unknown rose in Dr. MEI's eyes.
And on the battlefield, starlight scattered, illuminating the wilderness.
Just as Judah had locked the thunderclouds with chains earlier, the bright light of the Ever-Burning Flame splashed onto Fuli turned into countless tiny lights, illuminating the dark night before dawn as if it were day.
As a strategic grandmaster (self-proclaimed), Fuli rarely started a battle at the time and place chosen by the enemy, using methods the enemy was better at.
He always mobilized and weakened the enemy first through various means, making the opponent dance with swords at the time and place he chose, in the way he was best at.
In some people's eyes, this was despicable. A true strong person should fear neither timing nor location, blasting all resisters to slag with iron fists and brute courage.
Win and live, lose and die. Take a walk on the reincarnation platform, and be a hero again in eighteen years.
Fuli didn't necessarily disagree with the above concept. So right now, even if he only had the strength for one battle in terms of time, and the surrounding hundred miles had been converted into a thunder domain belonging to the enemy, he still wouldn't lose the will to resist and blindly flee or compromise.
BOOM!!!
Ever-Burning Flames gathered under his feet into a spiral sea of fire. Endless light and heat surrounded Fuli as he soared into the sky, turning into an indomitable plundering flame. The top-down slash condensed to the extreme, exploding in a god-speed charge akin to teleportation.
Carrying an indomitable determination, he roared and slashed towards the Herrscher of Thunder's head, opening the curtain on God King Fuli VS Celestial Emperor Thunder Herrscher!
The record of this jump slash was brilliant. In the distance, Grom Hellscream killed the demigod Cenarius and the Pit Lord Mannoroth in three strikes. Close by, Feixiao General Wei smashed the Hoolay invading her body And the three traitor parts he controlled with four axe strikes.
However, the past is the past, and the present is the present. The Herrscher of Thunder was neither the Druid Demigod who missed his past comrades upon seeing green-skinned orcs, nor the contemptuous Burning Legion destroyer. And the tool in Fuli's hand wasn't the Emperor's weapon blessed by the Reignbow Arbiter.
The Herrscher of Thunder, condensing a sword from the void, held the blade level with her eyebrows and stabbed out lightly.
Step one: The sword drawer's five senses merged in a furnace in a strange way, weaving a spiritual web intersecting outside the body.
The Herrscher of Thunder had been doing this all along, incidentally adding the electromagnetic field for easier perception of the outside world, turning this world into her sensory nerves.
Step two: Once the spiritual web captured changes in the outside world, the harmonious and balanced state of mind was immediately broken, and the body was naturally drawn to slash the unbalanced power towards the enemy.
This is the Hokushin Ittō-ryū True Transmission, Third Form: Hunting Momiji of Eight Million Gods.
Fuli preferred its original name, Eight Thunder God Flash.
The blooming sword light rippled in the void, turning into a killing sword formation formed by eight thunder cages, cutting off all Fuli's connections with the outside world, cutting off his shameful base-stealing behavior of constantly devouring surrounding Honkai energy through the Human-Immortal Path to replenish himself.
Having done all this, the Herrscher of Thunder retracted her sword and slashed again.
At this time, the Shadow-Trailing Axe's bat had only just arrived a few meters above her.
Late start, early arrival, multiple moves in one turn—understand?
Just bullying you, a Critical-class scum whose physical fitness is far inferior to mine.
Squelch!
A cold white blade light flashed. The Thunder Odachi cut through the atmosphere, easily piercing Fuli's wide-open chest.
This was the bad thing about splitting Mount Hua with force. It had power, but it also made it easier for people to catch openings.
The big boy pierced by the odachi and lifted into mid-air didn't care. The Ever-Burning Flame circling behind him turned into power pushing him forward, approaching the girl desperately.
Blood dripped into the Herrscher's eyes. The three-meter-long odachi suddenly snapped from the middle.
BANG!
The Galactic Baseball Bat descending with justice clashed with the remaining half of the odachi. Their faces reflected on the blade, sparking thousands of blooming fire trees and silver flowers.
Crushed by the Herrscher in all attributes, in the extremely brief clash, Fuli still approached her desperately, trying every way to engage in close combat.
Brave?
Super brave!
Why?
He was afraid of being one-shotted by a large-scale AOE.
Say what you will, essentially all Herrschers are mages.
With that defiant energy recovery speed, they must be mages.
Against a mage, if you dare to fight her at mid-to-long range, she dares to casually rub out dozens or hundreds of anti-city ultimates and smash them over without panting.
Theresa suffered from this earlier.
Herrscher of Thunder being too high and mighty to let mortals approach X.
Herrscher of Thunder deliberately keeping distance to kite her ✓.
Fuli was still committing the act of a subordinate overthrowing a superior with a Critical body. Even with the Thunder Stigmata reducing lightning effects by 80%, he absolutely dared not risk himself rashly.
Close-quarters combat was different.
First, there was the restraining sword technique Ever-Burning Flame, developed based on the Might of An-Utu, which weakened the maximum scale.
Second, there was the Deva Path, with HP and MP recovery close to the Abyss Flower's First Rated Power.
Third, due to guilt towards Fuli, a survivor of the Nagazora City Great Eruption, Mei in the previous timeline had taught him her family's Hokushin Ittō-ryū swordmanship hand-in-hand.
For a freak like Fuli, if you teach him swordsmanship hand-in-hand, it means your melee style will be completely cracked by him.
Just like fighting Jizo Mitama and Shrine Maiden Rin separately before. The Demon Fox form was huge, but he could only bombard it and be careful not to get counter-killed. But the Yae Shrine Maiden form? He could toy with her however he wanted, executing her in eighteen different postures.
Naturally, we can't ignore the premise. The main reason the Shrine Maiden was toyed with by Fuli was that her physical fitness, weakened by five hundred years, could no longer crush him.
But the Herrscher of Thunder could.
Amidst the lightning and fire of the blade and axe collision, the thunder cage sword formation surrounding the two suddenly contracted with Fuli as the eye of the storm.
Electric charges crackled in the air, turning into swimming snakes drilling into the boy's ears, attempting to pierce his eardrums.
The half-odachi pierced into his chest was not to be outdone, exploding with countless sword qi intending to tear him apart from the inside.
The crossed odachi transmitted heavy pressure at this time. Hokushin Ittō-ryū First Form: Godspeed Takemikazuchi (Sanzu Wither). Focusing on preemptive instant kill, pursuing the ultimate speed to kill the enemy, a top-tier killing move to end the enemy in an instant.
In ancient times, Xiang Yu was surrounded on all sides by Chu songs. Today, Fuli faced thunder punishment from all four directions.
Is fighting an enemy with multiple moves per turn so suffocating?
He couldn't help thinking: It's okay. Before, I was the one moving multiple times to hit others.
"Ten Thousand Swords, Heaven's Arrival!"
The Shadow-Trailing Slash storm centered on himself expanded outward, resisting the rapidly contracting lightning cage.
"Om Shulimari Mamari Mari Shushuli Svaha!"
Before the silver snakes invading the cochlea could act, the Sanskrit mantra for removing filth had already purified them.
"My body as a torch, to the Ever-Burning Vermilion!"
The odachi piercing his chest was wrapped in Ever-Burning Flames, becoming fuel and nourishment for its vigorous burning.
"Break!"
The remaining four Shadow-Trailing Swords swam around Fuli, canceling out the devastating large-scale sword light of Sanzu Wither together with him.
Seven swords held separately. You move multiple times, I move multiple times. You cross the river, I cross the river too!
The heat from the volcanic eruption rose, and a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Heavenly thunder and earthly fire galloped and rolled in the wind, streaking past the Herrscher girl's quiet and beautiful profile with the flying rain.
In the ensuing clash, no matter how weird and tricky the Herrscher of Thunder's sword movements were, no matter how much force she used with her S-rank stats, Fuli could still handle it with ease within her sword range, parrying every move. Slicing, stabbing, lifting, poking, tangling, stirring, stabbing, stirring, stabbing... occasionally sneaking in a hit or two with the big stick to tickle her.
Relying on these few hits, sporadic Ever-Burning Flames inevitably tainted her.
Compared to Shesha, who had an over-spec body and was tougher, these sparks spread crazily without limit as soon as they landed on her. In the blink of an eye, the peerless God's Envoy was burned into a peerless coal-person covered in flames.
[Success?]
Dr. MEI, watching the battle, had eyes full of splendor. From what happened during the Tenth Eruption of the Previous Era, it was clear that Dr. MEI also had the heart of a warrior.
Even without talent, she had to create the Key of Blankness to satisfy her craving, almost playing herself to death in the process.
"Far from it."
Fuli, keeping in mind the law of "smoke means no damage," used Void Shundo to retreat from his spot. Thousands of pale lightning bolts pierced the three feet of ground where he stood just now.
A man-height odachi sliced through the flames from left to right. The unscathed Herrscher of Thunder walked out of the thick smoke with bare jade feet.
A crimson coat contrasting with Fuli's color wrapped her exquisite body. The white dress beneath flew like a fairy, analyzing a suffocating beauty unique to the doomsday along with this riddled earth.
[Judging from the color, that coat is likely made from Shesha's molted scales.]
Prometheus helped analyze: [Possessing extremely high combat intelligence. Theresa was right!]
Realizing the threat of the Vermilion Knight Sword, she immediately ordered Shesha to lure Murata Himeko away. After It returned with Ever-Burning Flames, she helped It be reborn to gain resistance, then used the new scales with resistance as raw material to sew this special armor against Ever-Burning Flames and the Judgment of Shamash.
The operation was as smooth as Dove chocolate, eliminating the only method currently capable of harming her in a few moves.
This Thunder Herrscher was clearly very strong but overly cautious.
She also incidentally widened the distance from Fuli, the sticky plaster.
[Host! Danger!]
A cockroach's instantaneous intelligence when encountering danger can reach 340, but in the end, it will still be smacked to death by a human with an IQ of only 5 who was scared by it using a slipper.
Now, Lord Herrscher was about to raise the supreme slipper of justice to make Fuli, this eyesore, burst into white paste.
"Peace."
Starlight on the boy's body eroded the dimensions of the intrinsic world. That was the splendid brilliance named the Law of Causality.
"The Great One gives birth to water. Water returns to assist the Great One, thus forming Heaven."
He chanted the ballads of the Daoist canon. The clear sound of water condensing into ice cycled repeatedly. Within the sound, sparks of a prairie fire surged in all directions, floating uncertainly. Yin and Yang converged to form twelve Tai Chi vortexes, and in each vortex, a familiar artifact was weaving into shape.
A crimson greatsword combining twin pistols, a creation-destruction lance of black and white, a Narukami odachi manifested from thunder... and even a colossal steam locomotive!
The ability to manipulate the Law of Causality—the unique ability of the God King Mask.
The Law of Causality sounded very high-end. Like Gold Experience Requiem which prevents you from ever reaching reality, or Magical Girl Kaname Madoka who incarnated as the Law of Cycles of the universal order.
The former had a cause but erased the result, so Diavolo could only infinitely experience the cause and process, never reaching the ending named death. Goddess Madoka could ascend to godhood relying on the massive karma Homura Akemi accumulated in countless reincarnations.
With such a powerful ability, God King Fuli should have been able to insta-kill the Herrscher of Thunder, who controlled 'merely' one of the four fundamental forces, with a wave of his hand.
At the peak of immortals, proud in the world, with me Fuli, there is heaven!
But again, in the Honkai World, talking about efficacy while ignoring dosage is hooliganism.
The Law of Causality is the same.
This ability essentially uses one's own information source to interfere with the target's information source, achieving various unspeakable wonderful purposes through rough or meticulous operations.
This characteristic makes it invincible against individuals with lower data/information/energy/weight than oneself, often killing invisibly, leaving the opponent unaware of how they died.
But once against a powerhouse far exceeding oneself, the causality manipulator who cannot shake the opponent will only become a lamb to the slaughter.
In short, arrogant to those below but not insulting to those above—completely opposite to Lord Guan Yu.
This is vividly reflected in divination.
Whether in the East or West, be it hexagrams, crystal balls, or tarot cards, once divining the fate of kings and generals with status far higher than oneself, the diviner vomiting blood and fainting is a small matter; shortening lifespan and suffering heavenly punishment is common.
Such a bullying ability—from the very beginning, Fuli didn't plan to use it on the Herrscher of Thunder.
He used it on the Shadow-Trailing Sword, mimicking various God-Killing Armaments.
Compared to real heroes and great men, the karma entangled in weapons is obviously lower.
The world is ultimately dominated by sentient life forms. Even special instruments existing in certain stories and myths ultimately have to be used by people.
So Fuli mimicked the Shadow-Trailing Sword into the shapes of various supreme armaments in his cognition and imbued the conceptual karma of the real things onto them.
Judgment of Shamash, Abyss Flower...
Star of Eden, Oath of Judah...
Seven Thunders of Retribution, Void Archives...
The heavenly fire on the hilt became more brilliant. Under the sky, these no-longer-mysterious objects quickly shed the crystal-blue reflection belonging to the Shadow-Trailing Sword under the encirclement of thousands of pale lightning bolts, turning into tangible equipment that could be seen and touched.
The weapon rankings continuously updated by the medium-sized intelligence organization [Monthly Review] contained introductions to Divine Keys unearthed so far. Coupled with the miscellaneous intelligence summary from the previous timeline, Fuli wasn't worried about the mimicry not being in place.
Master of a hundred arts—this is Void Forging.
"Here we go."
Twelve Divine Keys bloomed with light simultaneously, attacking the peerless beauty in red and white from all directions!
...