The violent explosion whipped up a massive amount of dust and sand, the dirt and dust converging in the sky to form dark clouds.
Even though it was the time of day when the sunlight was at its fiercest, the mushroom cloud formed by the immense amount of smoke and dust covered the sky, casting the entire Camelot in a dim yellow haze, as if it were night.
It looked very much like the "nuclear winter" hypothesized by countless scholars in Shiayar's previous life. Beneath the night sky, on the vast lands of Camelot, blood-red patterns were slowly spreading along the huge black body of the Mecha.
Crystals as radiant as rubies, originating from the burning magictech furnace core, incessantly corrupted the invincible metal, staining the entire Black Knight Mecha with an eerie blood-red hue.
The magictech furnace core seemed to be merely the size of a fist, perfect to be embedded in the chest, yet within it were twisted spatial fissures, linked to another Sub-dimension.
...
Within the Sub-dimension brought about by the magictech furnace core.
Scarlet halos slowly diffused from the Stars Chalice, carrying ripples of divine thoughts.
I can't believe I didn't completely perish but instead retain intact consciousness?
I survived that Golden Elf's Divine Extinguishing Finger?
The divine thoughts of the Crimson Moon surged violently, filled with a touch of disbelief.
As an ancient god who lived from the First Era, no one—no, no god—understood the significance of the "Divine Extinguishing Finger" better than It did.
It was a skill beyond Divine Arts, special abilities, and all other concepts of Authority, and its very essence represented the connotation of the word "destruction."
Otherwise, that finger would have done more than just obliterate my Divine Power and Divine Kingdom in the Astral Realm, making me fall from the Astral Realm to the Main Material Plane.
The divine thoughts shifted subtly, probing the surroundings.
The thoughts of the Crimson Moon became active once again.
It could sense that It was presently within a Sub-dimension created by Humans.
Moreover, It could keenly sense the spiritual power and Soul of this Sub-dimension's owner. This presence lingered within the Sub-dimension, incredibly close to It, a target It could erode at any moment.
That spiritual power was very strong and unique, but the Crimson Red Moon could detect that its essence was only at the level of a 6-Ring Titled Rank, not yet Legendary.
And at this moment, although It had lost all Divine Power and divine body above the Astral Realm, the Rank of Divinity and Authority still remained.
Relying on Its nature as a True God, It might struggle against the spiritual power of a Legendary powerful pro. However, corrupting a 6-Ring was still a piece of cake.
This was like handing over to It, on a silver platter, a new body for a grand resurrection, a chance to rise again like a phoenix from ashes.
Surely, it must be a foolish one who could not resist the temptation of reaching the heavens in one step through the Stars Chalice, intending to claim it for themselves.
Sadly... not even stepping into Legendary Rank, even if the opportunity to become a god were laid before you, you would only end up paving the way for another.
I'll take your body for myself.
Without any hint of hesitation, the Crimson Red Moon was about to employ its True God Rank. It intended to corrupt the flesh of the one peering at the Stars Chalice, transforming them into one of Its own kin and a Blood servant.
Just like It had corrupted those Blood Princes and a few of the Legendary Round Table Knights before.
However, no sooner had this thought flashed through the divine thoughts of the Crimson Moon than, the next instant, Its divine thoughts suddenly quivered slightly.
It sensed some vast and majestic mystery erupting behind Itself.
Unlike the previous Nuclear Explosion, if the former explosion was just a pure release of energy, then what was birthed behind It at that moment was a true star.
Not an uncontrolled, unrestrained, one-moment burst of disorderly destruction.
Dark rings dispersed, holding the grand form steadily within.
It sought not a momentary explosion but a lasting burn of a true sun.
The next moment, the Crimson Moon sensed a great force pulling It toward that vast and majestic Origin of mystery.
After several breaths, the grand sun enveloped the Crimson Moon with infinite light and heat, swallowing the blood-colored Stars Chalice.
Everything that once belonged to the ancient god known as the "Crimson Red Moon"—all Its mysteries, Authorities, and Divinity—was transformed into the purest fuel. This fuel fed the eternal burn of that sun, sustaining the blaze at the star's core.
And from that moment on, all concepts related to this ancient god, born from the Abyss at the dawn of the First Era, officially became a thing of the past.
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Around the Black Knight Mecha, the blood-red crystals that had been encroaching incessantly suddenly halted for an instant.
The next moment, all the blood-red crystals dimmed at once and then shattered.
And almost simultaneously, within the magictech furnace core of the Black Knight Mecha, the previously blood-red radiance was abruptly replaced by a bright white light.
The engine roared to life, the light and flames erupting intensely.
The light pierced through the smoke and radiation clouds left by the Nuclear Explosion, illuminating the dim and yellow sky above Camelot.
Shiayar stretched out his hand slightly, and within the cabin of the Mecha, the black invincible metal transformed into a dagger.
Shiayar grasped the dagger, slicing his little finger slightly.
Shiayar felt the cut. It did not heal as swiftly as before but instead bled crimson. Only after he applied healing ointment did the bleeding stop. Witnessing this, Shiayar couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.