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It seemed as if the sun had just pierced through the sky.
The eyes of the people gazing at the flame orb formed by Jin turned red.
For allies, it was the flames of hope and victory, but for enemies, it was the flames of fear and defeat.
The runes left by Riol Zipple scattered light throughout Jin's body.
The runes, scattered like snowflakes, had already been seen by those who suffered the terrorist attack on the Sword Emperor Castle.
Back then, Jin used this magic to destroy Kinzelo's flying ship, Grenille.
And now, the Decimating Flame Orb Of The Dark Sky-The Final Version Of The Demon Empress was a gigantic orb unmatched by what people witnessed that day at the Sword Emperor Castle.
Although they had not yet recovered from the shock of the Reverse Sky, Riol Zipple's legacy far surpassed even that.
It transcended human limits.Now, not even those words could explain Jin's spell.
A spell of divine magic.
As the will of the two Gods was united, people felt them through Jin even if they did not know their names.
Solderet and Kallum.
Some involuntarily placed their hands on their chests, others knelt, and some closed their eyes.
Almost everyone present on the battlefield unconsciously worshipped Jin.
Although the war continued, the act was almost a display of strength.
Those with the highest rank among beings are called Gods.
And even in the world of Gods, the two beings sitting on the highest throne were revealing their majesty through Jin.
Although it was not a perfect manifestation, even the small creatures and nature that felt the majesty of the two Gods showed respect.
The ground insects shivered, the birds flying in the distance uttered a voice, and the wind stopped moving for a moment.
The darkness of the night receded before the shadow of Solderet.
So, humans at war had no choice but to worship.
In particular, Murakan was a Dragon born of Solderet, and he was more impressed than anyone by Solderet's subtle appearance.
'Solderet...!'
He never expressed himself, but since he woke up after being stabbed by a friend's sword and falling into a thousand-year-long sleep.
No, since Solderet's voice began to fade before that.
Murakan missed his own God.
The loss of a God by a being born of a God was an incomparable pain to that of a human losing their parents.
[Huh, Murakan. Are you crying?]
[What nonsense? Look directly into my eyes, are there tears here?]
[He cried seeing how sensitive you were reacting.]
[Hpmh! Do you think I'm you? The King of Sky does not shed tears.]
Murakan's veil was also filled with new strength.
It was a temporary strengthening that occurred thanks to Solderet's will in the mirror...
But it was the most satisfying moment for Murakan than the moments when he gradually regained his old power after waking up.
The darkness grew deeper.
All the lights placed under the influence of the flame orb quickly lost their power.
Torches went out, and cannonballs that had been fired everywhere disappeared into the darkness.
The protective shields shining like bubbles all over the battlefield lost their color, and even the power of time that Quikantel had spread faded away.
In reality, not everything disappeared, but it seemed like it.
Jin's magic was just a source of light in the dark landscape.
Jin's body floated in the air guided by the flame orb.
The remaining seventeen battleships were superior in sheer size, but they seemed like insects in front of the sun.
No matter how massive, it was Zipple's fleet.
A fleet that wasn't even a ship.
Not long ago, there was only one Kozec flying ship in the world.
With the appearance of Grenille, even mass-produced ships arrived, but the majesty of the flying ship itself has not disappeared.
Still in war, a flying fleet meant slaughter and terror.
Such a flying fleet was blocked by a single person and could do nothing.
[The legacy of the best magician of my Clan, a Runcandel dares to...!]
[You're blaspheming us!]
The opportunity for bombardment, earned by sacrificing half of the fleet, disappeared, leaving only futile results.
Now, all that was left for the Specters was the last prepared linking magic.
[You are the ones blaspheming. The God of infinite mana is revealing his will before your eyes, but you can't even recognize it....]
Can you still call yourselves magicians?
Jin continued the conversation with a cold voice.
[You are nothing more than chunks of flesh with strong mana, and you are nothing more than dead men who fearlessly challenged providence. Rather, if your leaders were here, they would have first paid their respects as humans.]
Jin's finger pointed at the fleet.
Then, the runes swirling around him moved towards the fleet.
Looking from the ground, it looked as if the galaxy was flowing.
Riol's runes left a mark on the fleet and the specters.
At the same time, the wands of the specters also spread their magic.
No matter how great the mana of the Specters, there is no rival for him.
That's why their last chain magic, the self-destruction movement dedicated to the Specters, 'Flaming Star,' disappeared without even revealing its sharp brilliance.
It was the result of having no element that would challenge the majesty of the gods.
The explosion couldn't even generate a small light like that of a candle.
Aaa...!!
They screamed like monsters; the summoned specters rusted without destroying anything in the Sword Emperor Castle.
However, seventeen flying battleships were exploding together in their self-destruction.
The horrible machines built to kill humans exploded and poured black debris.
[Murakan, we must stop it!]
[Oh, that's a lot of debris! It's too wide; I can't block it all with the veil...!]
Murakan stopped and opened his eyes.
There would be countless deaths on their side with each falling fragment.
But Riol Zipple's runes were being engraved.
Following Jin's will to ensure none of his allies died or got hurt.
[... You and I worried for nothing; Solderet's will has manifested.]
The runes were completely dissolving the fragments falling onto the heads of their allies in the air, to the point that Murakan and Quikantel's determination, who had been strengthening their powers and shields from before, had no color.
And the flame orb hanging from the sky began to advance.
Thousands of streams of flames sprouted from the flame orb, connecting the shattered ships.
The crashing ships halted their advance, but those not touched by the fire continued to fall to the Imperial Army and the Zipple Army.
"Even, run...!"
"Avoid, avoid!"
It seemed to be pouring heavily.
They couldn't even think of stopping it.
There's no way to block it with a normal protective shield, and only superhumans who have reached the level will be able to withstand its weight.
So all enemies shout to run and avoid it, but it was a random word because there was no other way.
Where do you want to run?
All sides are blocked by the darkness of the Shadow Energy.
In the darkness, where you can't even see the person next to you, the enemies had no choice but to await death.
Even more horrible is the fact that what they couldn't stop are the fragments of the fleet.
As the Reverse Sky had already been deployed, not only the specters but also the ground forces had collapsed.
Command lost its value, and orders were not transmitted.
It's not that the imperial army doesn't have many powerhouses.
Although they followed the emperor's orders, the commanders wanted to end this war with minimal damage from the beginning.
Who likes war except a madman?
Needless to say, it was a war in which the pillar of the empire was destroyed by themselves.
They don't know about Zipple, but the imperial army was now certain of their defeat.
Because of this, the commanders of the Imperial Army wanted to save as many of their subordinates as possible, even if they were to die.
It wasn't a desire to regret this unjust war, but rather the belief that a commander should do so.
But if that sun falls to the ground...
'At this rate, it's annihilation; no one can survive....'
Ordinary knights and magicians, and maybe even the emperor in the end.
If the flames spread to the rear and sides, everyone, even those who stayed there, would die.
Tens of thousands would die.
The unreal number of deaths was a predetermined reality.
The fact that so many humans could disappear from the face of the earth in a few minutes was a problem that no one in the imperial army had considered.
"How... how should we... Do you mean we can avoid it?"
"Jin Runcandel! We lost, please stop, please!"
Finally, surrender statements emerged from the entire imperial army.
The commanders shouted surrender without an order from the emperor.
Although the skies and the earth trembled with all kinds of explosions and roars, Jin heard all those desperate and small voices.
And he responded immediately.
[No matter the background or circumstances, the fact that you tried to trample and kill my friend will never change.]
With the heart of a condemned man, the emperor knelt and banged his head against the ground, crying.
Please forgive me, please forgive me.
"Please..."
[That's why I think it would be good to burn all of you, but my God seems to have a different heart than mine.]
While Jin slowly clenched his fists, the sun in the dark sky began to extinguish slowly.
At that moment, the emperor's soldiers, who had been prostrated for a moment, shouted that they could live inside.
Not a few howled like animals and shouted thanks.
However, Jin's and the Gods' mercy was not always merciful.
[I will take away the magic.]
The dark sun that colored the entire sky disappeared in an instant like a lie.
By then, not a single piece of debris had fallen on the allies, and the camp was in perfect order.
On the other hand, even if the dark sun disappeared, the fragments of the fleet were still falling on the heads of the enemies...
And as a result, explosions continued to occur in various places.
Jin's and the two Gods' wills could block everything sufficiently, but they didn't.
That was the price the imperial army had to pay.
[So those who can survive, survive and flee. My promise not to catch and kill those who withdraw still stands.]
Jin concluded his speech.
And the rest of the emperor's army seemed to be fleeing randomly, like worms under an exposed rock.
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