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This time, however, it's not a mentor and student, but a master and livestock.

PS: Py time

Su Youzi, a time traveler, is a second-year student at Huiqunyuan Private Academy.

Human trash.

When she was seventeen, she finally awakened the "raising a cute girl to become stronger" game system.

Sakura Mai: Yuzu-chan is truly the most alluring person in the world.

Saotome Yukina: Everyone should have at least one moment in their life when they forget themselves for someone else.

Nine Tiger Hunters: She likes me as much as I like dogs.

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Su Youzi: Believe me, Xue Nai... my relationship with them really is just a transaction.

Chapter 132 The main guns of the war fortress are loaded and fired in a salvo!

With a roar from Zú Mis, he unleashed a shower of fire upon the hastily constructed Victorian defenses with his massive sword.

This wasn't a particularly powerful attack. With a team of water-based Originium Arts specialists and enough water, such a rain of fire could easily be blocked by the water shields they constructed. However, Zú Mis knew very well that the hastily constructed defenses of mortals could not possibly be prepared so thoroughly. Even if they had water-based magicians, they wouldn't be able to react in time and construct a shield large enough to block the entire rain of fire.

His act of drawing his sword was ultimately unexpected, and slow-moving mortals are simply incapable of absolute unity; their inefficient bureaucracy may not have even reacted by now.

This rain of fire might not cause devastating damage to the mortal army, but as long as it can create chaos and prevent them from stopping him, what does it matter if he gives up this small opportunity to show off his power when he reaches Lentinium?

The god of the two horns, high above, watched as the rain of fire fell from the sky, just one step away from crashing into the fragile defenses of mortals. But the next moment, a dense roar suddenly rang in His ears.

"Da da da da da!"

A barrage of etched bullets, like a tempestuous storm, poured forth, easily piercing the fireballs formed by the gods' magic. They caused a series of dazzling explosions in the sky, as spectacular as summer fireworks. Following closely behind, even more etched bullets spewed from the muzzles of the revolvers, spewing blue flames, forming a black rain that tore through the sky and pierced the flesh of the gods!

"Roar--!"

The colossal god let out a painful cry, his previously disdainful face now filled with surprise and confusion. His eyes widened, his gaze piercing through the barrage of bullets to the ground. There were only a dozen or so tiny humans there, their strange weapons barely half the length of his fingernails. The dark openings of those weapons, used to unleash their firepower, appeared like ants to the god, yet the blue flames emanating from each shot were incredibly scorching. The raindrops of bullets, tiny as fragments of stone and bone, easily pierced his scales, damaging his tough flesh.

Unbelievable, but after the shock came even more anger!

Yes, such an attack could indeed pierce through his form, but it was far from causing him any real damage! To think that one could stop or defeat Him with such a clever but ultimately ineffective spell was to seriously underestimate the weight of the title of God.

You can cover the sky with a barrage of bullets and intercept my rain of fire, so what if I go a step further?

The god of the two-horned beasts stepped forward, his massive form drawing even closer to the mountain range at the center of the arena. He raised his hand, tilted his head back to the sky, and let out a deafening roar:

"Arise, my warriors!"

As if in response to His call, the entire mountain range began to stir. The forests stretching for thousands of miles seemed to writhe, the babbling rivers seemed to surge, and the startled beasts flapped their wings, trying to fly into the sky, but turned back halfway, letting out hoarse cries that echoed the mountains and the beasts, echoing the call of the gods.

Zú Miss surveyed everything with arrogant arrogance. He was a god, the supreme protector. All things within the reach of his spiritual power, whether birds and beasts or mountains and rivers, obeyed his commands and were summoned by him. Not to mention the End Mountain Range before him, which had served as his lairs for millennia, imbued with his spiritual power—every blade of grass and every tree here was his servant, awaiting only his command to conquer thousands of miles for him!

Don't mortals like to fight by relying on their numbers? Then let me see how you plan to deal with the true power of nature with your few strange weapons!

Facing the restless mountains, Ernest frowned slightly, but remained undaunted. He lowered his head, looked at the connected phone on the table, and consulted with Victoria's trusted advisor, who was on her way:

"Your Highness Wayne, the battle situation has been broadcast to your device. Please provide further instructions."

Wien watched as the frenzied beasts burst forth from the forest, followed by thick vines that shot out after them, piercing the army's ranks. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"They've even stirred up the entire forest; this is no ordinary god. We must strike hard."

"Not only must we use heavy blows, but we must also use fiery blows. Ernest, I will approve the plan and funding for the restoration of the forest ecosystem. Bring incendiary bombs."

Ernest nodded solemnly, turned around, and gave the order to the soldier in charge of the temporary control of the ruins' armory:

"Take out the incendiary bombs and set the mountain on fire!"

Human creativity is a magnificent thing. While it may be difficult for humans to conquer nature, and even more difficult to coexist harmoniously with it, they are far more adept at destroying nature, or at least the nature of a region.

A single poison gas bomb can easily render an area barren, dozens of specially designed Molotov cocktails can turn a forest into scorched earth, and a nuclear bomb can completely alter the ecology of an area within a radius of several kilometers.

The planet is powerful enough that humanity's current military might cannot destroy it; billions of years from now, it will still be a thriving place. But destruction never needs to be prolonged; a mere instant—a moment of utter silence on a planetary scale—is enough.

As the massive swarm of drones unleashed from the war fortress surged into the restless forest, the winged beasts, oblivious to the danger, continued their futile cries. When the drones hovered in mid-air, opened their cockpits, and dropped the high-energy incendiary bombs left behind by the previous civilization, a few crazed trees tried to tear them down with their vines. But after the first incendiary bomb struck the pile of fallen leaves on the ground with a deafening explosion, all was silent.

One, two, three... the more coins thrown, the faster the tranquility arrives. The trees cease their rustling, the rivers stop their rushing, and the birds and beasts stop their chirping and roaring.

The best solace is rest in peace.

For the second time in his life, Zú Mis showed a look of shock, this time so intense that even the hazy clouds couldn't conceal his horrified expression. The raging flames, like a materialized Grim Reaper, reaped all life; with each flicker of a spark, a scythe danced; with each explosion, a mocking laugh echoed. Its final mercy was perhaps to distort the air with intense heat, to blind the eyes with firelight, and to muffle the cries of agony with deafening explosions—so that the high and mighty gods could not see the weeping creatures on earth.

Humanity proved its power to the gods in an extremely brutal way. For that very moment, even nature was powerless against them.

Zu Mis was still in shock and hadn't recovered. But it had already missed its chance to launch the next attack.

The reason is simple—Wayne has arrived with the Royal Army!

"War fortress main guns, prepare to load, aim, fire salvo!"

Chapter 133 Sword Slaying Gods

"We solemnly swear to all citizens of Victoria that the Victorian government and the Aslan royal family will stand firm and ensure that the lives and property of the people are protected from any loss caused by a sudden attack by a behemoth!"

This is a memorable quote from Vina's televised address at the departure ceremony for the expedition in Wien after the announcement of partial mobilization of Victoria.

They refused to retreat an inch, their defenses impregnable. The once-ruthless gods who roamed the land were now relics of the past, their greatswords wielded with feeble strength, appearing so fragile and helpless against modern artillery fire. It was as if a mischievous child with a stick was fighting soldiers armed with guns, finding it incredibly difficult even to break through the barrage and reach the mobile units behind them.

These colossal beasts could control day and night, alter the heavens and earth, move mountains and fill seas. As rulers of ancient Terra, their magic and spiritual power were so strong that they could command almost all of nature's creation. With this immense power, the gods once held an absolute advantage in their wars against humanity. But the ruler of the Great Yan Empire, the true dragon of the empire, had already proclaimed a truth to every disgruntled individual in the land who resented the rule of the gods a thousand years ago—gods are not invincible! Gods can be slain, or their very existence can vanish, turning into dust and ash to nourish the earth.

At that time, the Great Yan Dynasty was plagued by sea monsters invading the seas and demons lurking in the northern wilderness. Relying solely on an army and celestial masters whose equipment and skills were far inferior to those of today, the Great Yan Dynasty accomplished the great feat of expelling the gods and even suppressed one of the most powerful gods on earth—Sui—in the end.

Now, a second direct conflict between the gods and humanity is imminent. Humanity now possesses far greater power, countless creations rivaling divine might, abundant wealth, a well-trained army, and sorcerers with divine abilities. They employ the most modern warfare tactics against the most ancient and outdated...

How could they possibly lose?

Zú Mess raised his greatsword, the mysterious inscriptions on its blade lighting up one by one, shimmering with a blood-red light. He expanded the sword, and expanded it again, forming a towering wall, which he then slammed down upon the Royal Army's command post, the war fortress where Wayne was located. He knew very well that the tiny humans standing within that war fortress were his enemies and nemesis, the very people he most needed to eliminate in this battle.

Vayne's magic, inherited from the [Heavenly Mandate], the symbol of absolute rule of the first king of Aslan, is incredibly powerful. It possesses the ability to directly suppress the spiritual power of a fragment of a god, and is the only one here capable of interfering with His spirit. Once He is defeated, Victoria's army will lose its backbone, and the only individual combat force here capable of directly threatening them will cease to exist.

The giant sword crashed down with unstoppable force, its sheer force destroying all the spell drones hovering in mid-air to intercept it. Undoubtedly, if this sword were to strike the hull of the war fortress, even one constructed entirely of D32 steel, it would suffer severe damage.

But would Wayne let that sword fall?

Mostima's return not only brought with her the entire Lateran Ruins armory sent by Saint Michael, but also Vayne's theoretically strongest and most overpowered weapon—the Lock of Time and the Key of Time!

The Sarkaz artifacts, the hour and minute hands of the clock of the god of time, contain fragments of the god. The holder can enter a state of subjective time slowing down, where bodily functions stop aging and the time scale is distorted to an unlimited length. What others see as three years may be only three months, three days, or even three minutes in the holder's eyes.

This is a treasure that allows short-lived species to break free from the shackles of lifespan and advance to the ranks of the immortals. But its value has never lay solely in these mere passive effects!

Vayne raised his staff in his right hand, the tip of which was an abstract circular keyhole—the Lock of Time—capable of freezing everything within the spell's area of ​​effect for a certain period. When used by Mostima, it could freeze enemies within the spell's range for several minutes.

As is well known, the range and power of Originium Arts depend on the strength of one's spirit. Therefore, when this spell is cast by Wayne, it will become—

"Den!"

The sound was like the morning bell and evening drum, as if the chimes of the Big Ben in Londinium, thousands of miles away, echoed here through the sealed-off area, resounding throughout the northern frontier.

In an instant, everything lost its color!

The raging fire ceased its spread, the howling beasts stopped running, and the roaring god, his face contorted with rage, froze in mid-air along with the massive sword he had swung down. A mysterious rhombus pattern hung high in the sky, emitting rhythmic booms.

"Den!"

This is a timekeeping of every minute and second after time has frozen, but this period of time, which is imperceptible to anyone, will only leave a trace in Wayne's memory.

"stare!"

After the third chime, Wayne raised his other arm. If the Lock of Desolate Time held in his right hand was to lock time, then the Key of Sequential Time, gripped tightly in his left, was the regulator through which the God of Time redefined the order of time. Wayne inserted this [key], its tip covered with mysterious engravings, into the raised [keyhole]. At that moment, the locked time began to flow again. The god, oblivious, continued to cleave his greatsword, but what awaited Him was no longer an unsuspecting war fortress, but a terrifying wave of magic sweeping in!

"Ding--!"

The Key of Time, along with the Lock of Time, was swung down together, unleashing waves of magic from the opened keyholes, transforming into blue arcane ripples that met the god and the greatsword in His hand. At this moment, the god's all-out attack seemed so weak and powerless. Zul'Mith was like a mischievous child challenging the sea with a sword, only realizing his own insignificance when the tsunami crashed down upon him.

"Waaaaah—!"

For the first time in history, a god let out a painful howl. The greatsword was cleaved in two by the wave of magic, its tip spinning and flying backward to embed itself in the distant wasteland. And then, wave after wave of magic surged forth, striking Zul'Miss's flesh. His massive body had become a pathetic sitting duck in this war, no longer a threat, but instead allowing Victoria's inaccurate yet powerful artillery fire to land precisely on him without missing a single shot. Piercing through his scales, the subsequent waves of magic, their range measured in kilometers, could also strike his body intact.

He was repelled. From the moment the sword tip was severed, he had lost all power to fight back. Spell after spell struck his body, the immense impact forcibly pushing him further and further away from his target, the towering End Mountain.

And this was just the beginning. As Wayne's staff, which had turned into a sharp blade, swung down again and again, the god's body finally began to break down. The next thing to be severed was the god's sword-wielding arm, followed by his waist, abdomen, thighs, knees, and finally his head, which had been bombarded by artillery fire and were torn apart!

Zu Miss let out a deafening roar, expressing his shock and anger:

"This is impossible! How could mere human magic possibly harm me—"

But Wayne has a great habit—when he decides to take action to solve something, he never hesitates or gives the enemy, who is already in dire straits, any chance to turn the tide!

"Ding--!"

With a final, crisp sound of a swing, a sharp wave of magic shot out from the control room of the war fortress, striking the god's head with perfect accuracy.

There was no resistance; the skull was utterly vulnerable to a spell capable of severing even divine artifacts. Zú Mis's furious voice still echoed through the empty mountains, but the source of the voice had abruptly ceased. Then came a rain of blood.

"We won!" Ernest shouted excitedly. He hadn't fully recovered from the astonishing magic that Wayne had just unleashed when he had to accept the fact that the once-proud giant had vanished from the physical realm.

He turned around, wanting to praise Wayne's great achievements, but saw that Wayne's face was not relaxed at all, but rather terribly pale.

"The real battle is just beginning."

Wien murmured, ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through his body, and forced himself to close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, just as he had expected, the scene before him had turned into a desolate wasteland with nothing in sight.

The ancient and mysterious Empire of Consciousness—after a long time, Wayne has returned here once again.

In his line of sight was an enraged giant charging toward him.

Chapter 134 The Power of Humanity!

Looking around, he found himself in a vast, uncivilized wasteland. Almost simultaneously, a piece of knowledge appeared in his mind.

—This is the ancient territory of the Empire of Consciousness, where all life will reveal its truest form.

Everything was just as it had been when Wayne was forcibly dragged into this vast, scorched earth last time. Nothing had changed since time immemorial; besides the endless yellow sand, there was only the golden lion king, its forelegs crossed over its chest and its hind legs bent on the ground, looking utterly relaxed and content. Now, Wayne no longer experienced lag due to network delays. Having already entered the Consciousness Empire twice, he had more or less figured out how to move freely within it.

He is the Lion King who reigns at the center of the world, yet he is not entirely the Lion King. His true self is the will of this world, which constitutes the territory of this infinitely vast Empire of Consciousness, while the golden lion is merely a form he manifests within this world. If we compare Wayne at this moment to a supercomputer running a program called the Empire of Consciousness, then the Lion King's body is a terminal interface, a super account, of this computer. Through him, Wayne can move freely within the program. But if someone were to attempt to destroy the super account like a demon...