Chapter 1001: Is It Really Useful?

The infinitely extending land is covered by white sand, with no grass growing at all.

At the very center of the desert stands an incredibly grand temple.

――It is the Divine Hall of Infinite Time.

――A place crafted with the Divine Power of Mithra, the King of the End, and Eternal God Zorvan. This white temple is a Holy Sanctuary isolated in the desert night.

Centered around a vast hall, seven high towers, beautiful gardens, waterways, and fountains surround it. The structures are mostly built with pure white stones. Elegant artificial pools and fountains, multicolored flowers and plants, with a grand and noble style befit of the King of the Gods’ residence.

And in this enclosed space, the sky above is a dazzling scene of stars, with an extraordinarily gigantic azure planet suspended directly overhead.

Like an inverted mirror of the heavens, reflecting the splendid imagery of cosmic stardust and the present time-space, it is a scene of unparalleled grandeur and beauty.

But...

All those belong to the scenery of the past.

Now, the entire enclosed space trembles continuously, and the stars in the sky appear blurred like reflections on a broken water surface. The imagery of the azure planet, as beautiful as a sapphire, no longer exists, as the void collapses inward, the black fissures spreading infinitely like the abyss...

In this easily torn apart, void hole penetrating dimensions and time-space――

A gigantic "pupil" slowly emerges.

It should be a pupil... at least it looks very similar, resembling the appearance of an eye.

"Ugh—!! This is... this is...!!"

Lady Aisha couldn’t express the indescribable shock in her heart, her mind went blank. It was the first time she saw this scene, and her thinking stopped instantly, a sensation like an electric shock coursed through her body, paralyzing her very Soul. The terrifying impact even made her question if her sanity was intact.

Such a strong sense of unreality, it was as if she was having an utterly absurd dream.

Because that gigantic eye, appearing slowly within the void hole, with a meaning of ice-cold indifference, coldly looked down upon this Holy Sanctuary...

It was simply too immense.

Lady Aisha didn’t know its precise size and mass, yet she understood intuitively that it was of a scale unseen before that could make gigantic planets tremble! Even compared to the entire Earth, it was like something inconspicuous before the vast and towering Sun!!

How could this be possible?!

Realizing this, her Soul seemed to tremble, and her rationality seemed to scream from deep within her heart.

She felt completely unable to comprehend it, as if her brain was overloaded by processing too much information, causing a burning sensation of heat.

The gigantic pupil in the sky still looked down upon the Divine Hall of Infinite Time from above, yet it was only the visible tip of the iceberg at the end of that fissure... but even just this, merely this one eye, its existence has already surpassed everything on the planet.

Then...

What about the main body of that eye?

In that distortion beyond space-time ruptures, what terrifying and ineffable presence is hidden?

No matter how optimistic or carefree, at this moment, she inexplicably felt as if her Soul was shattered by the shock, experiencing personally the cosmic scale’s vast grandeur and greatness, and compared to it, her own insignificance like an insect.

"Ah, this, this... what exactly is this?"

Her voice could not help but tremble slightly, Lady Aisha swallowed a gulp of saliva with difficulty, forcing out an extremely bizarre expression, and asked King Mitra.

"..."

"..."

"I don’t know either, as this is also my first time seeing it, it should be the mastermind behind the scenes..."

The dignified Ancient Persian God-King sighed and spoke, immediately noticing the subtle change in expression of the female Godslayer he summoned from the distant time-space. Perhaps realizing that it wasn’t good enough to just say that, he provided further explanation――

"Although I had fought against the mastermind before, what I confronted should only be its ’Shadow of God’ on the ground, not its actual Divine Body... and even so, I couldn’t gain the upper hand, only avoiding its edge, making it difficult to confront it head-on, and naturally can’t know more..."

King Mitra candidly admitted the setbacks he encountered.

"..."

"..."

Lady Aisha’s expression immediately froze, though she felt she understood, emotionally, it was harder to accept. After all, this God King is so powerful, making even a Demon King who has slain multiple Defiant Gods feel suffocated. If the combat strength of the Gods or Godslayers were "5" or "10"—

Then this God King seems to have directly broken through the "100" threshold, it can be said that it is an existence far beyond the same level, with no chance of victory from the start.

But still, this seemingly overwhelmingly powerful King Mitra... yet couldn’t defeat even a shadow of the mastermind?

Is this some kind of joke?!

She instinctively raised her head again and glanced at the abyss in the sky, along with the giant eye that occasionally blurred at the end of the crevice...

Alright, just the presence of this giant eye could cover everything in the sky, surpassing the scale of any existence on the planet, which made its main body unimaginable, leaving her feeling dizzy until now. The shadow of such a colossal thing is surely above everything else.

So losing is not an incomprehensible matter.

But this brings up a problem—faced with such a ferocious crisis, how can it possibly be contained?!

And yet I’ve been chosen, can I really bear this responsibility?

At this moment, Lady Aisha felt a bit panicked, as if her shoulders suddenly turned heavy, as though weighed down by something immense.

"...Is there really no way to fight back?"

At this moment, King Mitra couldn’t help but sigh. He silently gazed at the giant eye in the sky, and for a brief moment, time seemed to freeze as the two locked eyes across the void.

Simultaneously, just as these words fell, the space beside King Mitra suddenly twisted.

Immediately following, a figure of a god appeared.

It looked like a stone mask with the form of a lion, with a snake on each side. Upon appearing, the lion mask itself remained silent, but the snakes on each side twisted their agile bodies, flicking their tongues and making hissing sounds as if speaking.

"It’s over now..."

King Mitra nodded calmly, knowing that he had little time left. Even though this was the Holy Sanctuary forged by Zorvan, even though Zorvan wielded the power of time, it was hard to contend with that being on the other side. In comparison, the opponent seemed to be the true secret god who commands infinite time.

In this level of confrontation, just slightly disrupting and blurring the space-time here, creating a nearly infinite distance between this place and the other side, preventing the opponent from locking on and interfering with this space-time immediately, was already the limit of what could be achieved.

This place is about to be captured by the other side.

Taking a deep breath, King Mitra turned around, gazing at the Demon Queen before him with a complex expression, then lightly waved his hand: "Take this away..."

"—What is this?!"

Instinctively, she widened her eyes, looking at the weapon that suddenly appeared before her, and asked with difficulty, her tone somewhat dry.

As King Mitra waved his hand, this sword appeared right in front of her, piercing straight into the stone floor. It felt both abruptly sudden and as if it had always been there. Its platinum blade shimmered, subtly emitting an immensely intimidating aura...

Causing the brown-skinned girl’s pupils to constrict to the limit, feeling tingles across her scalp.

As if meeting a natural enemy.

She had no doubt that a single strike from this weapon could easily kill her, or rather, the purpose of the weapon’s creation was to erase existences like her.

"The World-saving Divine Blade..." King Mitra said, "Perhaps the hope to save the world lies with it."

"Then why not use it now?"

"Because I am no longer capable of wielding it." King Mitra sighed, waving his hand with a somewhat forlorn tone.

He wasn’t just a hollow shell; in fact, his power greatly exceeded that of the gods. After all, within this world line, Mitra was not only the God-King of Ancient Persian Mythology but also the King of the End, possessing the World-saving Divine Blade.

The dual heavyweight titles of King of the Gods + King of the End, coupled with the symbol of world-saving power embodied in the World-saving Divine Blade, represented the last hope of glory—

In this way, from the panel’s attributes to the equipment’s values, there was no doubt that King Mitra’s ability values were elevated to an astoundingly terrifying height.

But there was one awkward problem...

The weapon for annihilating the Demon King was something that reduced the lifespan of gods; using the World-saving Divine Blade more diligently would only lead to a quicker "wearing out" of the Hero...

King Mitra brought four hundred years of peace to this world line. His strategy to annihilate the Demon King was particularly ruthless: as soon as a Defiant God appeared, he would wield the divine blade to slay it, cutting off the possibility of a Godslayer emerging at the source—

As long as he killed fast enough, his kin wouldn’t die at the hands of others, naturally preventing the emergence of a Godslayer.

The Gods: ???

King Mitra was also seriously contemplating whether the slaughter he committed led to the significant loss of strength among the gods of his world, as many gods couldn’t recover in time, causing the crisis to erupt here first, beyond control.

But thinking about this now was useless, as he himself had reached the point of exhaustion, being powerless to fight any longer.

Lady Aisha, numb in expression, listened to King Mitra’s explanation, feeling that this irreversible, hopeless situation was something he brought upon himself.

"Does it really work..."

Biting her lip, she looked at the weapon on the ground, noting its rather heavy blade resembling a machete, and couldn’t help but mutter—

"It just looks like a machete; can it really inflict harm on that being?"