Little Garden, Outer Gate 500, Hall of the Gods.
The knowledgeable Three-Digits had cleared the place and gathered here, awaiting Indra's return.
At the same time, they used the Heavenly Army's artifact to observe the former site of Outer Gate 7777.
After all, this was a long-standing confrontation between the strongest experts, one that almost completely determined Little Garden's future situation.
For most Almighty Domains without a Two-Digit backing them, taking sides was a very serious matter.
Grass on the fence might not end well.
They had absolutely no chance to interfere in the current situation—not even daring to speak. But they knew this was already the best outcome for them.
The Hall of the Gods—meant for divine debates—was now silent as a graveyard, no one daring to show themselves.
All awaited the return of Indra, Lord of the Heavenly Army and Chairman of the Divine Council.
To inform them of the outcome of the battle between Judas and the Halloween Queen.
Soon, the image on the Observer's Eye in the temple's center shifted. Outer Gate 7777—originally left with only bare ground—now had an extra layer of rubble.
They knew the fight had ended.
"Hmm? Why is one person missing? Where's the little knight from the Queen's family?"
In the Hall of the Gods, an exquisitely beautiful goddess licked her lips and said with slight confusion.
She quite liked the Halloween Queen's little knight. If possible, spending a spring night with him wouldn't be bad.
"Who knows? Maybe he got caught in the shockwave."
"Stop talking—Indra's starting to communicate with Shiroyasha."
"Hey, Indra, how did the fight between that Halloween woman and Judas go?"
Shiroyasha was very proactive, staring curiously at Indra and Prithvi.
But why did Indra's expression look like he'd just seen a ghost?
Indra looked at Aslan and rubbed his eyes hard.
Then he widened them, circled Aslan, even patted his shoulder and poked his cheek.
"No, you're okay?"
Indra was truly confused now. He had just confirmed that the Arthur summoned by the Halloween Queen was a skin worn by Aslan.
He was still mourning Arthur's death and thinking about how to explain this to Shiroyasha.
After all, he had traded himself for one Two-Digit. Even he had to praise it—this was a great achievement he himself couldn't accomplish.
Yet upon returning, he saw Aslan standing here lively.
(No, are you Arthur or not?)
Indra was now truly baffled. He thought he had seen through this kid's skin, but now—the more he looked, the more he felt he was wrong.
"What about me?"
Aslan awkwardly brushed off Indra's hand and said with a strange expression.
"I was just standing next to the Boss. What could happen? But why don't I see the Last King?"
Aslan asked while hooking Indra's neck.
Indra fell silent for a moment, his expression slightly twisting as he stared at Aslan.
He truly wasn't sure now whether this Aslan was Arthur or not.
"Old Indra, can you tell us what really happened out there?"
"Arthur sacrificed himself."
Indra said in a deep voice.
Regarding this, no one was surprised. After all, it was a Two-Digit confrontation. Arthur—a lucky Four-Digit holding the Last King's Spirit Status—would be strange if he didn't die.
Judas was targeting the Last King's Spirit Status.
The next second, the gods didn't dare continue listening.
"Judas is dead too."
"What???"
Shiroyasha was stunned. What did he mean Judas died?
"He was a Two-Digit. How could he die??"
Three-Digits could be resurrected via Human History readings—let alone Two-Digits.
To erase a Two-Digit, besides destroying the truth they represent, it was nearly impossible to kill them.
The Hall of the Gods fell silent again.
Everyone doubted their ears, wondering if they had misheard.
Just now—a Two-Digit died? A Universal Truth?
Truly dead—not just sealed?
"Yes, dead—died right before our eyes."
As if sensing Shiroyasha and the others' disbelief, Indra explained again.
However, he still hid something. He didn't say Judas was killed by them.
This matter was too shocking. At least these two living gods couldn't bear such a great achievement.
"Killed directly by that Arthur."
Indra said slowly, curiously observing Aslan's expression.
Aslan was stunned for a moment, widening his eyes at Indra.
(No, why are you spouting nonsense?)
But coincidentally, he "wasn't there," so he could only let Indra blame Arthur's skin.
Little Garden would change. The impact of one Two-Digit falling was too great.
No one could predict how the situation would develop next.
The only certainty was that the intensity of the next Campione War might escalate.
Though unclear what happened, one thing was sure: the Last King's Spirit Status had now at least reached Two-Digit level.
"The young ones nowadays… are they all monsters?"
After a long while, an old god trembled and sighed.
From Canaria, to Aslan, and now this Arthur—Little Garden truly produced monsters often.
But the only thing to be grateful for was that Arthur was dead. This death was truly good.
The Last King's position was now vacant.
"However, the only regret is the Halloween Queen. She's still outside, not yet regained consciousness after so long."
Indra sighed, looking at Aslan with slight schadenfreude.
(You'd better pray you're really not Arthur. Otherwise, you might be in trouble next.)
That line—"Farewell, Your Majesty the Queen, the only eternal sun in my heart…"—gave him chills.
Moreover, he used a Four-Digit body, fought desperately before the Halloween Queen, and defeated that Monotheistic God.
Indra couldn't imagine what kind of ruthless woman could withstand such an attack.
If he wasn't mistaken, the Halloween Queen seemed ready to sacrifice herself.
But at the last moment—the most terrifying one—she was saved by Arthur sacrificing himself.
The Halloween Queen's silent expression looking at the shattered sword even made him tear up a bit.
Yet the person involved was inside, playing heartlessly with Shiroyasha.
(Tch tch tch ~~ Tease and leave—you're really something.)
"No, impossible…"
Instantly, Aslan broke into cold sweat.
He hadn't realized at all—he just wanted to act cool for a moment, just big talk. It shouldn't have a big impact, right…
It shouldn't…
For some reason, a bad feeling emerged in his heart. He was now truly panicking.
"Gulp…"
Aslan unconsciously swallowed.
An indescribable gaze fell on him.
He slightly tilted his head, and a bright red figure reflected in his eyes.
It was the Halloween Queen.
The word Damn flashed in Aslan's mind.
The Halloween Queen smiled—smiled very brightly.
But for some reason, Aslan felt a chilling sensation.
If the previous Halloween Queen only targeted him due to Aslan's connection with Shiroyasha and his own potential—
Now Aslan felt like the Halloween Queen wanted to swallow him whole and skin him alive.
Though he wasn't sure if this description was accurate—that's how it felt.
"Boss, help me!!!"
Aslan unconsciously sent a distress signal to Shiroyasha. Shiroyasha blocked in front of Aslan.
Facing the Halloween Queen, she said with slight pride.
"What are you looking at? What? Never seen my subordinate god?"
"Don't you have your own subordinate god? That one named Arthur—why not look at your own subordinate god?"
Facing Shiroyasha's taunt, the Halloween Queen's expression froze. She said with slight loneliness.
"He sacrificed himself—to protect me."
For some reason, hearing this, Aslan felt a slight guilt.
But the point was he hadn't confirmed any relationship with the Halloween Queen.
(Why does it now feel subtly like an ex-boyfriend has died?)
Aslan was now that ex-boyfriend.
"Before he left, he also said, 'You are the only eternal sun in my heart.'"
Speaking of this, the Halloween Queen's face showed slight longing. She stared at Shiroyasha.
"I just don't know about your subordinate god?"
Hearing that, Shiroyasha fell silent for a moment. She turned her head and looked at Aslan with a testing gaze.
Aslan's expression was slightly awkward.
For some reason, a strange unpleasant feeling emerged in Shiroyasha's heart—like when Algol stayed in Aslan's room before.
No—this discomfort was more unpleasant than before.
This was a declaration of war. This was the Halloween Queen's declaration of war to fully seize Aslan.
Forcibly suppressing the discomfort in her heart, Shiroyasha forced a smile and patted Aslan's shoulder.
"Isn't it just status in a subordinate's heart? Come on, Aslan—show the Halloween Queen."
On one side was Shiroyasha full of expectation; on the other was the Halloween Queen staring at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.
Aslan felt that no matter which he chose, the Death Star above his head would shine.
Cold sweat poured down. So, what to do next?
He hadn't even confirmed any relationship with them… Why had he fallen into a Shuraba?
(Omniscient and Omnipotent Little Garden's Central Core, where are you? Please help a little.)
[Handle it yourself!!!]
Then Aslan's expression twisted even more.
(Damn, if the answer isn't good, even Little Garden's Central Core will be offended.)
(So, forgive me, Halloween Queen.)
"There are two suns in the sky—you both are the suns in my heart!!!"
Die then die!!!