The Hunt and Eve had tracked down the Prism God's true body.
Meanwhile, the Apostles it had summoned were being intercepted and engaged by Ye Qiyan's machines.
Augustine was locked in one-on-one combat with the Prism God's First Apostle, the Firstborn.
The remaining eight were left to the Scoundrel, Lancelot, Bedivere, and the Demon of Decisive.
Finally, with the Sky-Resonant Thunder Eagle joining in, each Apostle was accounted for.
Ye Qiyan did not remain in place.
His figure had already vanished from beside the Train, reappearing atop The Hunt's head.
The power of the Disaster Card was continuously being unleashed, using it to influence the Prism God.
This bastard's strength was indeed formidable. Even facing the pincer attack from The Hunt and Eve, he managed to hold his ground without falling behind.
What he couldn't understand, however, was why these two Mechanical Lifeforms would instantly recover after every blow he landed, nor why he felt a sense of dread toward that ring on the tail of the dark-golden mechanical dragon.
This human... something was wrong with him!
His subordinates were wrong, too!
Even so, he still didn't believe he would lose.
Even if both of them could break through his defenses, his powerful divine corpse as a B-grade God could still withstand a massive amount of punishment.
Even if wounds appeared, his divinity could rapidly mend them.
"A true B-grade God... truly powerful."
Ye Qiyan, standing atop The Hunt's head, murmured softly.
His gaze remained scorching hot and brimming with Desire.
As time wore on.
The power of Eternal Ice Cold had dropped the temperature within this space to an absolutely terrifying degree.
The power of Calamity froze the countless Prism-lifeforms that hadn't managed to reach the battlefield, even freezing them into shattered chunks.
But for the Prism God, this level of force barely registered as an inconvenience.
The root cause was simply that Ye Qiyan's own stats weren't strong enough.
The intelligence Emilie had brought him earlier now proved its worth.
The Prism God projected The Hunt and Eve.
The projected copies possessed less than a tenth of their true power, and the force they released was, frankly, just shapes formed from converted divinity anyway.
But they sure looked intimidating.
Time marched ever forward. During this period, a massive fleet of ships had already gathered outside the planet.
Many had come to watch the live spectacle.
Among them, Zhao Xi was the first to arrive.
But she didn't intrude upon Ye Qiyan's battle.
She simply watched in silence, standing on the ship's deck, a ball of Judge power clenched in her hand.
Though she believed Ye Qiyan was deliberately holding back and had confidence in his own abilities.
Still, if any real danger were to emerge.
Even if it meant a massive hit to her Win Streak and rating, she would intervene without hesitation.
The battle between the two sides had reached its Climax.
The Hunt and Eve fought with mounting ferocity.
With Ye Qiyan restoring them through Salvation and The Hunt's Gear Damage Control Squad, supplemented by Bedivere and various other forms of support.
They fought the Prism God to a standstill.
The Hunt, having activated Transcend Mode, possessed level 13 power, plus level 12 Eve.
This went to show that the Prism God's strength was absolutely among the elite tier of B-grade Gods.
Though that was also partly because Ye Qiyan hadn't instructed The Hunt to use the Transcend Warhead or the Ring of the Hunt.
The Hunt fought solely with the Overdrive Dragon's body, its autocannons, and flowing clouds, without unleashing all its trump cards.
Seven hours, eight hours...
Even longer...
During this time.
The first to claim victory was the Scoundrel. Armed with its Divine Core Shields converging in Resonance mode, it activated Burst Mode and quickly blasted one Prism Apostle apart.
Next came Augustine.
Relying on his absolute stats and the Flame Spear, he pierced straight through the Prism God's Firstborn.
Then, the Demon of Decisive and Lancelot each finished their battles with the Apostles and began slaughtering the surrounding Prism-lifeforms.
Though the Prism God grieved the Firstborn's death, he continued to wait.
Waiting for his divinity and faith to converge, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to Ye Qiyan.
Ye Qiyan was waiting, too.
Waiting for Emilie to bring the remaining half of the Gear to his side.
So then.
Where was Emilie?
At this very moment, she had already found the thing.
Her body was wrapped in a shroud of curse, her entire figure gradually turning ethereal and insubstantial.
Her hand clutched tightly around that half-section of Gear.
She piloted the ship, steering with sheer willpower toward that nameless planet.
"Faster... faster... I have to, I have to make it in time..."
She curled up wearily on the floor.
Autopilot had already been set.
"As long as, as long as I give him the Gear..."
Her mind replayed recent events.
As a Guide.
Possessing a mechanical-type enhancement item that combined into a level 12 set was clearly somewhat unusual.
Deep within her hidden memories, even though her soul had been stolen and her memories scrambled, she had never forgotten the Gear's existence or its location.
It was a small asteroid belt corroded by the Evil Seed.
Entering it meant being doomed to suffer the curse of evil.
Emilie didn't know why the Gear was there.
But she didn't care anymore.
She only wanted to obtain the Gear, bring it to Ye Qiyan, and let him achieve the final victory.
So he could leave this world.
And herself?
She was Emilie.
A Guide who had a name.
With a name... maybe the soul wasn't so important anymore, right?
Maybe... she had already done enough?
Ever since the day she became a Guide.
The only true memories Emilie had of her subsequent life were the days and nights spent gaming in that hotel room, and guiding Ye Qiyan through one Trial battle after another.
Yeah.
Having those was more than enough.
Ye Qiyan, her Boss. A kind person.
He still had a long road ahead, beautiful scenery yet to see.
As someone who had stopped in place, wasn't it fine to give her life for one who pressed forward?
Emilie comforted herself with these thoughts.
"Almost there... hehe, when Boss sees this Gear, he'll be happy, right? Mm... after all, he has so many, so many... powerful machines."
The ship was already being overtaken by the evil curse.
The people on other ships surrounding the planet sensed this wicked aura and cleared a path for her.
Only Zhao Xi saw this scene and wanted to go out to stop it, but was held back by the sleeve of that cowardly, timid Guide with a few freckles and glasses, Moli.
"Please, please, don't stop her..."
"You know the person on that ship?"
Zhao Xi's brows furrowed slightly, her waist-length hair gradually shifting into a brilliant silver-white.
"She... she is that person's Guide... she's going to die, but she wants to deliver one final guidance to that human, Ye Qiyan. So please... don't stop her..."
"..."
The color of her hair gradually returned to normal. Zhao Xi silently watched the ship already consumed by the evil curse as it plummeted toward the nameless planet, saying nothing.
And at that very moment, on the nameless planet.
Ye Qiyan, holding Black Ebony and White Night, was locked in battle with the Prism God.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked up.
That ship, the one he'd only seen briefly yet had still committed to memory, was plummeting in his direction.
And inside the ship.
He saw her.
Emilie, wreathed in curses, cradling half a Gear in her arms, curled up in a corner, her figure fading.
"Boss... the Gear... it's here..."
The Prism God also noticed the ship.
Sensing something amiss, he immediately ordered the higher-altitude Prism-lifeforms to attack the ship, intending to destroy it before it could descend to this point.
"...Tch."
Ye Qiyan's gaze gradually turned cold and glacial.
"Finally here, huh..."
The Void Card Repository unfolded.
A dark-golden Card Sequence appeared blatantly in his hand.
"As much as I'd love to fight you to the bitter end, to see who would win if we both went all out..."
"But..."
"Who the hell allowed you, a monster with nothing but divinity, a false excuse of a False God, to covet what's MINE?"
[Blasphemy Card · V · Judge]
The blasphemous radiance blazed brilliantly in this place!!!
The Prism God.
The other Gods trapped in this world, lurking beyond this planet!
At this moment.
Fear surged from the very depths of their divinity.
Raging through their hearts!!!
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