Artoria's figure was like a streak of light cutting through the dust and smoke, instantly sweeping past the edge of the battlefield where thunder and destruction intertwined. Ignoring the Earth-shaking battle of gods and demons behind her, her entire focus was fixed beneath that collapsed rock wall. The dust had not yet settled; in the gaps between the rubble, a faint sliver of silver stung her eyes.
"Minerva!"
She rushed forward, kneeling beside the pile of rubble, and without hesitation, her hands began to clear away the loose rocks. What she touched was cold, deformed metal, shattered bionic tissue, and pale golden liquid oozing out, emitting a faint fluorescent energy glow. Half of Minerva's body was buried under the rubble. Her "Flower Contract" combat suit was severely damaged, revealing her intricate internal structure. Her chest armor was horribly dented, and the light of her energy core flickered unsteadily like a candle in the wind.
"Body damage level: 73%... Core energy output dropped to 12%... Bionic circulatory system ruptured in multiple places... Sensory modules offline..." little ai's urgent damage report echoed in her mind.
Fear, cold, icy fear, gripped Artoria's heart with such vividness for the first time. Minerva's damage was too severe—so severe that ordinary means could not repair it at all!
"Don't be afraid... Minerva, hold on, I'm here..." Her voice trembled as her fingertips gently stroked Minerva's dust-covered forehead. The Power of Finality might work, but the cost was too high; she dared not risk the danger of divine erosion at this moment. Caster's healing hymn was gentler, but for a highly precise mechanical lifeform like Minerva, its healing effects based on the concept of life might not fully adapt to her special form of "existence"...
A more direct, more essential, and perhaps more suitable "role" emerged in her consciousness—it was the authority derived from understanding, analyzing, and reconstructing all things, the chapter of Reason that could turn "blueprints" into "reality."
"little ai, deploy the silent force field at maximum power, shielding all detection. Duration: three minutes." She commanded in her mind, her tone carrying unprecedented determination.
"Command confirmed. Highest level'Shadow Curtain' initiated. Countdown: 180 seconds."
An invisible, silent force field enveloped this corner. Artoria closed her eyes, her mind sinking into the depths of her consciousness. She no longer called upon the healing light of the stars and moon, but instead reached out to that authority mark closer to the "origin" and "construction"—the Herrscher of Truth.
When she opened her eyes again, the emerald in her gaze turned into a deep, rational, azure blue that seemed to reflect the basic structures and flowing data of all things. No magnificent divine robes appeared around her, but an indescribable sense of "authority" naturally permeated the air, as if she were the embodiment of "definition" and "reconstruction." Countless tiny geometric shapes and data streams made of light faintly appeared, flowed, and reorganized around her, emitting a slight humming sound like the operation of precision instruments.
She extended her right hand, her palm not releasing a healing rain of light, but hovering over Minerva's damaged body like the most precise scanner. The azure light did not fall softly but transformed into countless slender, probe-like streams of light, precisely piercing into every damaged interface, broken pipeline, deformed structure, and dim core of Minerva.
Analysis, begin.
In the "vision" of the Herrscher of Truth, Minerva was no longer an injured individual, but an extremely precise "system" composed of countless complex modules, energy circuits, bionic tissues, and core protocols. The damaged parts were highlighted, and the complete structure was rapidly built, compared, and deduced in her consciousness in the form of a three-dimensional "blueprint."
Chest armor shattered? Material molecular structure damage rate 37%, stress distribution imbalanced. Energy pipelines broken? Main pathways 3, 7, and 11 interrupted, secondary circuits overloaded. Bionic tissue torn? Basal cell template missing, neuromorphic signals chaotic. Core energy weak? Output power dropped below the critical value, stability field on the verge of collapse.
All damage was transformed into cold, precise, and quantifiable "error data" and "structural deficiencies."
Understanding, complete.
Reconstruction, execute.
In Artoria's eyes, data streams surged like a waterfall. The nature of the azure light beneath her palm changed abruptly, from probe-like analytical beams into a materialized "breath of creation" that flickered with metallic luster and energy shimmering. This breath was not magic, but closer to a highly ordered power of "Reason" capable of directly intervening in the basic structure of matter and energy.
Countless azure light points, as small as the nanometer level, worked with astonishing efficiency like self-aware construction units. They attached to the damaged armor, directly "printing" and reorganizing the molecular arrangement according to the perfect material structure in the "blueprint." The shattered areas healed as if time were flowing backward, and the twisted areas were smoothed and corrected by an invisible force. The broken energy pipelines were instantly reconnected by "temporary bridges" made of pure energy extended by the light points, and the energy transmission efficiency was even optimized at the junctions. At the damaged bionic tissue, the light points simulated the most suitable basal environment, guiding the remaining bionic cells to divide, proliferate, and differentiate according to the best template, and the wounds healed as if new at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the core of the energy core, the dim light was wrapped and permeated by a gentle azure glow. The power of the Herrscher of Truth did not crudely inject energy but delved into the most minute details of the core structure, repairing the energy conversion matrix damaged by overload, stabilizing the output field on the verge of collapse, and even performing small "optimizations" on certain redundant designs, pointing toward higher efficiency.
The whole process was quiet, efficient, and shockingly precise. There was no holy rain of light, no warm comfort, only cold rationality and absolutely precise "repair." Under this great power of "Reason," Minerva's body was like a malfunctioning, top-of-the-line instrument, instantly disassembled, analyzed, had damaged parts replaced, circuits optimized, and systems rebooted by the top-tier engineer.
Time passed in silence. The roar outside the force field became a distant background noise.
When the last damage was marked as "repaired," the energy core output stabilized at 102%, and all system self-checks passed, the azure breath of creation retreated like a tide, and those flickering data streams and geometric shapes quietly faded away.
Minerva's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. The blue light in her optical sensor was clear and stable, even brighter and purer than before the damage. She did not sit up immediately but first performed a comprehensive self-check in a thousandth of a second.
"System reboot... Self-check complete. All damage repaired. Body performance assessment: 103%, core energy output stable, bionic system operation optimized. Damage record archived." Minerva's voice was calm and waveless, as if reporting daily data. "Detected traces of external invasive deep repair, repair method: unknown high-order matter-energy-information reconstruction. Repairer: Artoria. Status: moderate overdraft of energy and mental power."
She sat up, her movements fluid and precise, her gaze landing on Artoria, who was pale, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and breathing slightly. In those emerald eyes, the deep azure blue belonging to the Herrscher of Truth was rapidly fading, revealing her exhausted yet relaxed true colors.
"Artoria," Minerva's voice was a fraction deeper than usual, almost imperceptibly so, "You activated the high-order reconstruction protocol. The body has fully recovered, and performance has slightly improved. But your vital signs show severe depletion. Please stop all activities immediately and rest."
Artoria let out a long sigh, her body swaying from exhaustion. The "reconstruction" ability of the Herrscher of Truth was precise and efficient, and had high resistance to divine erosion, but the consumption of mental power and her own energy was equally huge. She leaned on the arm that Minerva extended just in time, steadied herself, and smiled: "It's good that you're okay... This time, it counts as giving you a 'deep maintenance'."
Minerva did not respond to this slightly teasing remark, but only supported her more firmly while quickly scanning the surroundings. The silent force field dissipated just at this moment, and the noise and scenes of the outside world flooded back in.
In the center of the battlefield, the outcome was decided.
Thunder God Thor, having regained his divine power and undergone a rebirth of faith, was like the true incarnation of thunder, completely suppressing the Destroyer armor. The golden lightning contained the will to protect and the edge that came after enlightenment. Finally, a thunderous heavy blow, gathering all his divine power and faith, completely pierced through the core of the Destroyer!
After the Earth-shaking explosion, only a huge molten crater and twisted scrap metal remained. Thor stood panting, his gaze cast in the direction of Artoria and Minerva. Seeing Minerva standing up as good as new, even supporting Artoria, a flash of surprise and deeper gratitude crossed his eyes. He solemnly placed his hand on his chest and bowed.
Just at this moment, a gentle, warm energy, full of maternal radiance and wise fluctuations, crossed space and descended upon Thor.
Thor's body shuddered as he listened to the transmission that only he could hear, his expression shifting. A moment later, the warm energy receded.
He walked toward Artoria and Minerva again, his gaze sincere: "Travelers from afar, wise ones who reconstruct all things," his address changed because he had witnessed the precise repair scene, "I, Thor Odinson, thank you for your assistance. Mother Frigga sensed everything here and knows of your deeds. Asgard will remember this kindness."
He solemnly issued an invitation: "Mother hopes that I can invite you to Asgard as the most honored guests. She longs to thank you in person and has some ancient knowledge regarding the Nine Realms and the future that she might be able to discuss with you."
Artoria and Minerva exchanged a look. The invitation from Queen Frigga was of extraordinary significance.
"Thank you for the invitation from the Queen and yourself, Thor." Artoria's voice was weak but clear, "We are honored. After we recover a little, we will accompany you."
Thor smiled, raised his hammer to the sky, and shouted: "Heimdall! Open the Bifrost Bridge!"
A brilliant seven-colored beam of light crashed down, enveloping the three of them. The beam retracted, leaving only scorched marks on the desert.
Coulson and Natasha looked at the empty sandy ground, silent and speechless. Thunder God, Destroyer, Queen's invitation, Bifrost Bridge... and the "Traveler" who displayed miraculous repair abilities.
"It seems," Natasha said softly, "our 'consultant' always manages to bring new... shocks."
The wind and sand began to rise, covering the traces of the battle. The town's lights brightened again, and the two visitors from Earth had already stepped onto the Bifrost Bridge leading to the divine realm, ahead lay the secrets of the Golden Palace and the turmoil of the Nine Realms.
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