At Earth's North Pole, a colossal beam of light over a kilometer wide tore through the heavens, skimming the surface of the land before shooting into the cosmos.
Wherever the beam grazed the earth, the ground instantly vaporized under its annihilating heat, leaving behind an artificial natural wonder amidst the uninhabited islands of northern Canada.
Though the beam was only a kilometer wide, the heat it contained was enough to scorch the planet's surface, pierce through the planet itself, and in an instant, cause a celestial body to explode into cosmic dust.
Had this beam struck a star, the mysteries it carried might even alter the star's fundamental laws, accelerating its collapse.
The flames of human order incinerated by the Human Order Incineration Protocol were not mere physical heat. Firing it as a beam was an extravagant waste—this energy possessed the might to "reverse the river of time." The knowledge it embodied was mystery, not physical law. While science fiction might treat the destruction of stars as child's play, how many technologies could truly reverse time?
This ability, which defied the laws of physics, could already be called "magic" in every sense!
A beam over a kilometer wide was immense in human terms, yet insignificant compared to the vastness of the universe. Roy's strike deliberately avoided the planets of the solar system. As for where the beam would land after leaving the solar system, that was no longer Roy's concern. Nor did he consider how far the concentrated flames of human order could propel the beam.
This strike, capable of disrupting the laws of time, would have been fatal even to Veeraj at his peak, when he still possessed immortality and the Covenant. Now, with the Indian mythological history already incinerated and his existence barely maintained, Veeraj vanished the moment the beam struck him.
Until the corrective forces of history restored Indian history, Veeraj's data within the realm of immortality would remain erased. From this moment until history completed its correction, Veeraj effectively ceased to exist.
The mystery of human order was no joke. Anyone who believed incinerating human order was merely about harnessing trivial energy fundamentally misunderstood the true power of the Human Order Incineration Protocol. The essence of this ritual lay in the mystery of human order—the ability to "reverse time." The physical destruction was merely a secondary byproduct.
"Still, this kind of deadly attack is something I only want to use once. If possible, I'd rather not fire another beam like this."
After Roy's blast reduced Veeraj to nothingness, the massive halo behind him gradually dissipated. Without the heat of human order, the halo could no longer manifest. Roy's strike had been meant to vent all that heat—otherwise, leaving such immense energy hovering above him would have risked burning himself to ashes with the slightest misstep.
Every time this beam cannon was fired, it required burning away a portion of human history, necessitating extensive preparations in advance with zero margin for error. It was essentially an ultimate skill with an absurdly long casting time. Roy had spent nearly a year just burning away India's history, employing numerous abilities before finally unleashing this single beam attack. As an offensive skill, this move was frankly unqualified, with effects that could only be described as barely passable—completely incomparable to the Magic Gods who could shatter entire phases with a mere gesture.
Thus, the Human Order Incineration Protocol was never intended as a combat spell against enemies. Its true purpose was the "Reverse Canal"—a means of world creation.
"Is it over?"
Above the raging seas, the sect leader Luo Hao, bearing grievous injuries, walked step by step across the ocean's surface. Having witnessed the planet-destroying might of Roy's Human Order Incineration Protocol, her expression was profoundly complex.
This was power utterly beyond the scope of a Campione's authority. Even if you combined every Campione across history, they might be able to split oceans or pulverize mountains—but annihilating a planet with a single strike lay far outside a Campione's capabilities. Yet Roy had achieved it through magic. Through a single ritual.
Moreover, based on Roy's understanding of magecraft, he always felt that the Human Order Incineration Protocol was not something so simple. It shouldn't merely function as a beam cannon—its true secrets were beyond his current comprehension.
"Hahahaha!! Surviving the battle against the Last King doesn't excite me, Roy, but witnessing your magic has brought me immense joy. What exhilaration! How narrow-minded I was before, believing myself invincible, unmatched under the heavens. But that was merely the arrogance of a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of what true 'strength' really is!"
Luo Hao burst into laughter, her voice no longer carrying the haughtiness of the past, only a hint of self-mockery. However, soon after, her laughter turned bold and unrestrained. Luo Hao was not the kind of woman to be easily crushed by setbacks. Now that she had glimpsed a power surpassing even that of a Campione or a Heretic God, she would inevitably pursue it—not for the sake of becoming stronger, but simply because she refused to admit defeat.
Yet as she laughed, Luo Hao suddenly coughed violently, covering her mouth with her hand. Bright red blood seeped through her fingers, and her jade-like complexion turned deathly pale. Earlier, she had forcibly activated a secret technique just to move—in truth, she had already suffered severe injuries from Veeraj's final "self-destruct" attack.
Luo Hao's delicate frame swayed unsteadily, nearly collapsing, but her pride refused to let her fall into the sea—that would be far too humiliating.
Seeing Luo Hao in such a pitiable state, Roy shook his head with an amused smile. He stepped forward and appeared beside her, supporting her slender body with his hand.
At this moment, Luo Hao seemed so fragile, her waist as delicate as a willow branch, as if she might collapse at any moment. Feeling Roy's support, the strength she had been forcing herself to maintain finally gave way. Her graceful form slumped defenselessly into his embrace, allowing him to hold her.
"Big sister, you're truly stubborn. Sometimes, you should learn to rely on others, to let someone protect you." Roy gently embraced Luo Hao's delicate frame, gazing at her flower-like beauty. The faint scent of her body and the metallic tang of blood lingered in his nostrils.
"Hmph! I, Luo Hao, am no delicate woman. Your words are nothing short of an insult!" Luo Hao first retorted fiercely, but soon her stubborn expression softened, and her tone grew gentler. "...But for now, let this little brother witness one of the rare moments of weakness in my life."
As she spoke, Luo Hao closed her eyes and leaned against Roy's chest.
"It's not over yet!"
At that moment, Athena suddenly took a step forward. Compared to Luo Hao's exhausted state, she was in much better condition.
The goddess's words made Luo Hao open her eyes again, casting a questioning glance her way.
"Indeed, it's not over! Before the corrective forces of history restore the Human Order, I will sever the fate of the Demon King and the Hero! Athena, take care of big sister for now. I must head to the realm of fate in the Netherworld and slay the God of Fate!"
Roy declared resolutely.
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