Chapter 1339: Love Or Obligation? 7
ZING!
SHWIIMM!!
BANG!
Exotic sound effects emerged as a bevy of esoteric powers were unleashed freely by the combating Celestial goddess and Supreme Empress who were in their 'kaiju' forms.
Eva wielded the sword of Amaterasu to slash at Shuangtian, who met it head on with a punch that contained raw elemental force, causing explosive shockwaves worse than a mini nuke. After that, Shuangtian utilized her elemental power to unleashed torrents of primordial lava towards Riveting Night, but she used the mirror of Amaterasu to absorb the attack and withstand it.
Like this, they traded blows for hours on end, never tiring or running out of energy, their speed, strength and especially their skill increasing as they became more familiar with this power. Draco watched calmly, and decided to change things up a bit.
He returned the people to normal space and repaired the broken city, then put Riveting Night and Shuangtian in a separate space, but left them visible.
After these last few hours, peace had mostly returned to the city as people went about their lives, occasionally stopping to witness the 'holographic' fight of the two beauties that was erupting all over the city's domain.
Most people had logged out of Boundless, especially after the revelation livestream, because no one really wanted to be locked in a game world when the real world was about to see the greatest upheaval of the modern age.
Draco remained here though, watching the battle as it unfolded.
And he wasn't the only one.
......…..
Within a grand underground chamber of the Central Country's Capital State, the atmosphere was heavy with a tension that had not been present for centuries.
The luxurious conference room - normally a sanctuary for strategy, quiet contemplation, and the occasional political bickering - was now filled with an oppressive silence as the footage of Shuangtian and Riveting Night's battle played out on an enormous holographic screen.
The four great seats were occupied, their usual confident demeanors shattered in the face of the power being displayed.
Gerald, the dignified patriarch in his Crocs and t-shirt, leaned forward with both elbows on the table, his usually gentle eyes now wide and trembling. His white hair seemed to lack its usual luster, as though the energy had been drained from him by what he was seeing.
Beside him, Ms. Fasha's fingers were dug so deeply into the wooden table that cracks had formed beneath them. Her sea-blue hair hung limp, her eyes unfocused as she watched the recording.
The room's dim lighting highlighted the deep lines of worry that marred her face.
On the eastern seat, Darlington's usual playful smirk was long gone.
His blazing red eyes were narrowed in shock, his normally fidgety fingers frozen as the footage replayed Shuangtian's transformation - her Primordial Golem form rippling like a star on the verge of collapse - and Riveting Night's unstoppable slashes with Kusangi No Tsurugi that left him feeling like he was trapped in a nightmare.
Wanda, from the southern seat, stood frozen with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her silvery-blue hair trembled as though with a life of its own, the flowing cape behind her wilting as the aura of confidence she had always carried evaporated in the face of such raw destruction.
Behind each leader, the elite lieutenants and retainers -the sub-human specialists and second-tier generals -stood with faces pale as moonlight, some trembling, some muttering prayers.
Gerald's voice finally cracked the silence, hoarse and strained. "This… this is beyond our understanding. This is beyond the Ancestral Makers' power from five centuries ago…"
Darlington licked his lips, eyes darting around as sweat trickled down his temple. "We thought we understood the difference between us and them… but this… this is something else entirely. They're not even using their full power—he said so himself—and yet they're already like gods in mortal bodies!"
Ms. Fasha's voice was a ragged whisper. "Our plan… all of it… worthless."
Wanda's lips trembled as she reached out to her personal communication device, trying to reach out to the Ancestral Makers, to beg for their guidance, to plead for their aid.
But as she pressed the rune-etched crystal, the device flickered, then went dead.
Her eyes widened in horror as she tried again and again, only to find that every single method of contact with their vaunted Ancestors—those they had relied upon as their ultimate trump card—had been severed.
Gerald's face turned a ghostly shade of pale. "No… they've cut us off…"
The room erupted into panic as all the generals scrambled for their own devices, each one discovering the same terrible truth: their Ancestral Makers had abandoned them.
A cold, gut-wrenching silence settled over the chamber, broken only by the echo of the godlike battle still playing on the screen. As the footage of Shuangtian's devastating elemental transformation and Riveting Night's goddess avatar strikes filled their senses, they understood.
They were alone.
Alone against forces that could rend the earth and break the heavens. Alone against a power that even their Ancestors dared not challenge directly.
Darlington slumped in his seat, his eyes dull. "We… we're on our own."
The reality settled in like a death knell… one that even the mighty Primordial Descendants were not prepared to hear.
......
Elsewhere, in the castle estate belonging to the Evil Trio, another batch of fellows were watching the fight with mixed expressions and reactions.
They were the former councilors of the World Council who had 'defected' to the side of 'righteousness' in the face of 'justice'.
Nathan Rothschild, arms folded and an amused glint in his pale yellow eyes, let out a low whistle as Riveting Night's celestial avatar clashed with Shuangtian's titanic elemental form.
"Well, I'll be." He murmured, shaking his head.
"I knew they were powerful, but this… this is beyond comprehension. Makes you wonder if any of us ever stood a chance." He remarked with a hint of amusement.
Rosa Astor leaned back in her chair with an exaggerated sigh, her crimson blouse shifting slightly as she crossed her arms. "Tch, as if we had any choice in the matter. With the way that woman wields that blade, I'd rather kneel than be vaporized."
She shot Nathan a sidelong glance, a wry smirk playing at the edges of her lips. "Honestly, Nathan, you always had a knack for picking the winning side."
Li Jian, who sat cross-legged on a plush divan, chuckled lightly, his jade hairpin glinting in the dim light. "We didn't defect, we simply chose to survive."
He shook his head, his voice serene and oddly musical. "Besides, it's not as though Lord Draco's enemies ever had a chance to begin with."
He gestured toward the screen, where Riveting Night's celestial projection delivered a strike that split the sky itself. "Look at that. Even the Primordials would have to pause to appreciate such power."
Yuuto Nakamoto, leaning nonchalantly against a pillar, his sharp black eyes glinting with mischief, twirled a silver coin between his fingers. "Heh, if that's what 'betrayal' gets me - a front-row seat to the end of the old world - I'll take it."
He flicked the coin into the air, catching it deftly. "Besides, let's be honest. Our little 'World Council' was a sinking ship long before Boss Draco tore it apart."
David Collins, his youthful features framed by spiky purple hair, nodded thoughtfully, his bronze eyes reflecting the footage. "I have to agree on that."
"We each made the choice to stand with him, but let's not pretend it was entirely selfless. We all saw the writing on the wall. If we hadn't taken Draco's hand, we'd be nothing but dust now, like the others." He said with a calm smile.
Li Jian laughed, shaking his head with lament. "Dust? That would be a mercy, perhaps."
"I'd rather be a living dog than a dead lion. At least this way, we have a chance to be something greater." He said, his eyes twinkling.
Rosa Astor leaned forward, her pale green eyes flashing with curiosity.
"Speaking of greater… can any of us even begin to understand the scope of what we're seeing?" She asked, gesturing at the screen where Riveting Night's sword clashed with Shuangtian's burning fist, the shockwave leveling what remained of a mountain range in the distance.
"That's not a fight between humans, or even gods. That's something else entirely."
Nathan shrugged, a rare smile crossing his face.
"Call it what you will, but I call it my insurance policy." He said dryly.
"I've bet on Draco's side, and looking at that, I think I made the right choice." He concluded as he gestured at the screen.
......
"Alright, that's enough you two. At this rate, you will likely spend the next millennium fighting endlessly without seeing any results." Draco said as he finally couldn't take it anymore.
For three days, three whole days since then - making a total of four days - the two beauties had been fighting day and night without stopping, not feeling the least bit tired or overwhelmed!
Draco had indulged them due to the nature of their conflict, the fact that they could cleanse the fallout and especially because he saw that they were actively making progress in their Eternal Control, but that had to end.
After all, he had noted for the past few hours their their growth speed had hit the point of diminishing returns, yet they were still so locked in to their fight that they weren't shifting their forms to something else to grind experience.
And that was precisely the point, because the two beauties were not trying to grind experience or even thought in that direction. They were fighting precisely for the reason they stated before each threw the first blow, and that was all that was on their minds.
So when Draco called for a stop, they did pause, because at the end of the day, his intentions consisted a majority of the subject matter of the fight.
Draco himself stepped forward with a dark look, his arms folded behind his back. He glanced at Shuangtian who reverted to her human form, her empress robe slightly tattered due to the lingering sword energy from Riveting Nights slashes.
This caused significant portions of her usually concealed skin to show, revealing her maddening curves, supple flesh and supremely bountiful figure. While she was relatively conservative, she was not in the mood to care about her dressing at this time.
Riveting Night was just as tarnished. Her celestial robes inherited from Evaterasu were also tattered, displaying her pristine flesh that seemed to glow in the light, invoking lustful thoughts of tarnishing this holy prestige with the filth of the mortal world.
Likewise, she was not in the mood to care, as her eyes feel upon the clearly unhappy Draco, her heart skipping a beat as she had a bad premonition.
Draco lifted his head up. "I am not Lucifer or my previous idiot self. He was scared that interfering in the conflict of our family would led to hidden problems that could erupt later, so he often left the problems to you to to handle alone."
Draco sneered. "I don't believe in such. I watched from the side because you two were motivated and gained something from the fight, not to mention that I could use this chance to show the world our power. However, the point to the world has been proven, you have increased your Eternal Control to a suitable limit and your motivation still holds strong, so its time to end it."
Shuangtian and Riveting Night's expression warped slightly. As Draco had said, they felt this issue was to be sorted out themselves, which was why they never included him in it from the get go. In fact, at some point, Draco had entirely tossed the management of the family over to Eva, and by extension Shuangtian, running off to have fun all over the place.
Clearly, this was about to change.
Draco glanced at the two of them intensely, switching back and forth until his eyes landed on the main culprit, Riveting Night.
"You…" He said, his tone becoming colder as Riveting Night paled visibly in response.
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