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When Xipe's gaze withdrew.
Sunday, who had been wearing a luxurious white suit, had already vanished, his form merging into the colossal Dominicus.
Its entire body seemed forged from gold, towering to the height of the grand theater's roof, radiating an overwhelming, sacred, and majestic presence.
On either side of Him stood four angel-like golden statues singing in unison, harmonious notes drifting and scattering through the air.
Holy power flooded the entire venue—this was the attendant deity of Order that bore countless beautiful dreams.
"Everyone, your resolve—I have already understood!"
"Now, I grant you the right to gaze directly upon the sun!"
Sunday's voice echoed throughout the theater, overlapping voices of men, women, young and old blending together like a grand orchestra: "Come, children of humanity! If you deny my path, then step over my body and prove your will!"
"If you cannot cross the abyss, how can you deny that it is, in truth, paradise!"
He still intended to carry out his own will.
If they said there was something wrong with his beautiful dream, that was no great matter—he could admit fault.
But those before him had to present an answer that satisfied him. If they could not even surpass him, then their methods were inferior to his—on what grounds should he step aside?
Robin stared at the colossal divine statue, pain etched across her expression as she said, "Everyone, my brother is still stubbornly refusing to wake up. Please, use your ultimate moves!"
Words could no longer pull him back. The only option left was to defeat her brother and rescue the millions—tens of millions—of souls trapped within the false dream.
"…"
Sunday fixed his gaze on Robin, his heart twitching violently.
Truly my good little sister… that decisiveness is brutal.
"Unleashing big moves, huh?"
Sol smiled faintly, pulling Acheron back behind the others.
"Huh? Boss, what do you mean by that?"
Stelle looked at Sol with curiosity.
The others' attention was also drawn to him, confusion evident on their faces.
"Acheron's abilities aren't suitable for use here, and my ultimate move needs charging," Sol said solemnly, speaking with utmost seriousness. "While I'm charging, I'll have to trouble all of you to hold him back!"
This was a lie.
His electromagnetic-type ultimate could casually shake entire galaxies. At maximum output, it could even connect across the whole universe—a true emperor commanding billions of stars across superclusters without any regard for reason.
These ultimates had a slight wind-up, but overall it was negligible. The problem was that once unleashed, everything here would be reduced to ashes.
What he truly needed to charge was the awakening of the people within the dream—to ignite the light of hope he sought.
"Leave it to me!"
Stelle patted her chest, feeling the heavy responsibility settle on her shoulders. "I'll stop him and buy you enough time!"
"Good luck—your pay raise's on me afterward!"
Sol patted Stelle on the shoulder, casually dangling a tempting promise.
"…"
Welt Yang and Himeko were left speechless.
When they had first met Sol on the train, they definitely hadn't seen him need any charging time.
Wasn't it zero-frame s tartup, instantly tying up everyone on the train?
But forget it. Since Sol said so, they'd hold on and see how it went.
Stelle turned her head and shouted to everyone, "Get ready, everyone! We absolutely can't let Sunday interrupt Sol!"
"Understood."
Kafka stepped forward with a captivating smile, taking position at the very front.
"I will ignite the sea!"
Firefly summoned Firefly Type-IV, her entire body enveloped in silvery-white armor as blazing jets of flame erupted from behind her.
"Machine God: Apollo—return to position!"
Sparkle let out a playful smile as her body floated into the air, and in an instant, a three-hundred-meter-tall crimson-gold combat giant appeared.
"A Gundam?"
Welt felt an itch in his heart. Holding the Star of Eden in his left hand, he immediately manifested a camera in his right and began snapping photos furiously.
From childhood to adulthood, he had always dreamed of piloting a Gundam.
He really loves Gundams!
March 7th asked in confusion, "Uncle Yang, what are you doing?"
"Ahem."
Welt put away the camera, his expression grave. "A great battle is about to begin. This may be our final journey—leaving behind a photo as a memento."
But in truth, he felt their odds were very good. They had two Emanators—Sol and Acheron.
Two Emanators versus one. Theadvantage is ours!
"Oh."
March 7th nodded blankly, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Everyone employed their own methods, fully entering combat mode.
Robin began to play harmonious music, bestowing buffs upon everyone.
This was the dreamscape of Penacony. Aside from them, everyone else had fallen into the beautiful dream woven by Sunday, reinforcing this dreamscape to an extreme degree and becoming part of his power.
Thus, to defeat Sunday here required several times the strength normally needed.
Once opposing him, Memoria turned into a mire, and all forms of power were suppressed.
Attacks of different attributes and intensities surged toward Sunday from all directions.
However, Septimus merely waved the conductor's baton in his hand. The divine power of Harmony and Order erased most of the attacks midair, with only a few landing upon his true body.
Behind the others lay a tranquil zone.
Sol and Acheron stood side by side, watching the dazzling, radiant barrage of attacks.
Acheron pressed a hand against her sword hilt and asked curiously, "You're not making a move?"
In a situation like this, she couldn't help wanting to join in and lend them her strength.
Fighting together like this to save the world was a beautiful memory from many years ago.
If not for the incompatibility of her powers—and if Sol hadn't deliberately held her hand—she would have already joined the fray.
Sol glanced at Aventurine, who was slacking off in the back, and said with a smile, "Of course I'll make a move—just from the very foundation."
"If we only crush him by brute force, he won't accept it."
After their earlier conversation, Sol had come to understand some of Sunday's thinking.
Compared to being beaten to death by reckless brute strength, Sunday wanted to see humanity awaken of their own accord.
If people were to refute Sunday's ordered paradise through their own choice of life, then that same choice should be used to defeat Sunday's Emanator form.
Acheron looked toward the battlefield, a trace of worry in her eyes. "But with such a direct assault, they don't seem like they can hold out for long."
By the proper course of events, they should first free the masses from the dream, dismantle most of Sunday's power, and only then engage him in the final battle.
But now, Sunday commanded the mental power of everyone in Penacony. For these companions who were not Emanators, he was an enemy that could not be overcome through brute force alone.
Emanators were unlike ordinary Pathstriders. They were like the tendrils of an Aeon, possessing control and command over imaginary energy tied to their Path far beyond that of normal Pathstriders—especially an Emanator like Sunday, who occupied such a favorable environment.
She could tell that Sunday had not yet unleashed his full power; he was merely granting his enemies a sense of participation.
"Don't panic. I'll step in."
Sol glanced at the battlefield. Activating the authority of an Emanator of Erudition, he instantly mobilized an immense quantity of imaginary energy.
Endless imaginary energy surged forth, constructing frames and components in midair.
A colossal mech, equal in height to Septimus, appeared—its entire form exuding the cold, mechanical beauty of an artificial construct, a pure killing machine.
Sol remained expressionless as he shouted shamelessly toward Stelle, "Thanks to the time you bought, my first-stage ultimate is complete! It's here to lend you a hand!"
"Hold on a bit longer—once my second-stage ultimate is ready, I'll awaken the people in the dream and weaken his power!"
The giant mech charged forward, clashing head-on with Divine Sunday.
In an instant, the pressure on the others was greatly reduced, and their offensive against Divine Sunday grew ever more ferocious.
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