Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 514 - 243: The Day of Farewell to the Deities

"Be someone useful to him."

"This promise, even if the sacred spear shatters, even if death cannot end it."

As the words faded, the silver witch fell.

In Shiayar's right hand, a knight's lance flowing with a silver hue suddenly appeared.

It is the Tower at the End of the World that anchors the front and back sides of the world, and also the Storm Anchor that shines in the Farthest Land.

This weapon had been imposed with thirteen binds to restrict its inherent power, but at this moment, all thirteen binds were undone, revealing its complete form.

In an instant, all the mythical creatures on the Western Continent felt a certain suffocating majesty.

Teleport, Flash, Spatial Walking, Star Realm Jump, Spiritual Realm Travel, Dimensional March, King's Carriage Swap, Reincarnation via Borrowing Body... All abilities enabling rapid transitions, whether from the extraordinary side or the deities' side, were now completely blocked.

The authority of the sacred spear anchoring the world was now applied to these mythical creatures.

The force maintaining the two worlds anchored them all to the planet's surface, locking and freezing all surrounding space.

Just like insects in amber, unable to move an inch.

And all of this is not the end.

The next moment, in the place where countless stars converge.

A black-haired, black-eyed boy once again extended his left hand.

"Come, sword."

On Atlantis Island, the silver-haired, red-eyed Queen raised her head, gazing at the boundless night sky.

On her exquisite and flawless face, a slight smile was sketched out at this moment.

"I truly never saw it before, you always having a gentle smile on your face, revealing such a domineering side."

"However—"

Her words paused slightly.

"Just like the day the Escarnia Imaginary Zone perished."

"Pierced by the sacred sword, you weakly said in my arms—that you hoped I loved Shiayar Egutt, not the "Black Knight" Cain, a fake virtuous facade."

"You are my Prince Consort, Queen of the Empire, Isadella Von Freseburgh."

"Therefore, this domineering side of you, I also like."

"No matter what kind of Shiayar, I like him all the same."

The Golden Sword resounded, revealing its true form along with the roaring storm.

Itn the splendid sword body, as if endowed with undefeated glory, briefly illuminated the darkness in deep space, shining brightly.

And Shiayar, thus slowly grasped the sword's handle with his left hand.

At the moment of holding the sacred sword, Shiayar felt the clear, golden blessing, bestowed upon his physical and mental self.

Making his previously weakened soul due to exhaustion, now suddenly invigorated, restoring the vitality of the soul.

"Ennie's sacred spear has been used often; as for the sacred sword, it's actually my first time using it."

Feeling the warm soul aura belonging to the owner of the sacred sword, Isadella, transmitted from the sacred sword covered in golden radiance, Shiayar also smiled slightly.

"But, since it's a sword..."

"Then for Crimson, it should not be a problem."

Shiayar emptied his thoughts and reason.

Allowing the pure instinct called battle to take over his mind.

"Crimson, you shouldn't have forgotten that move we devised back then?"

"Meow~ (Of course)"

Feeling the call of the Soul Pact, Crimson slowly awakened from a deep slumber.

The golden blessing of the sacred sword was not only bestowed upon Shiayar, but also upon each pet beast connected by his soul, restoring Crimson's state to its best, even surpassing the highest peak of usual times.

Completely awakened, Crimson let out an excited sound.

It's not just about remembering.

From the beginning, the little silver spirit never had a complex and perfected ability system.

Like Silver, using intricate illusions and multiple skills to craft a series of complete tactical combos was not Crimson's forte.

What the little silver spirit possessed was only the sword in its hand, and only the sword.

Any surplus technique, ability is a useless burden for Crimson.

Turn the mind into a blade.

Experience relentless forging day and night, removing all impurities completely.

Then use over five hundred years.

In repeated life-and-death trials, hone that unique sword technique to a point of no advancement, unable to optimize or refine further.

Focus on a single point, reaching unparalleled heights.

Ultimately, forged the mighty blade capable of slaying deities.

However, no matter how flawless the sword technique is, upon reaching the so-called realm of emptiness, it still needs to be seen by people.

Just as Crimson chose to train during the Age of Gods to catch up with Shiayar's strides.

That sword technique, tempered to the limit on the edge of death, reaching the realm of emptiness.

Finally at this moment, in the hand of Crimson's most beloved master—

Welcomed the opportunity to manifest before the world.

...

Shiayar placed his hand on the sacred sword's hilt.

His gaze slowly scanned the Pantheon within the Star Domain.

Yet as if traversing far distances, reaching the realm of infinite parallel worlds.

Then, he solemnly declared.

"This is—"

"The day of farewell to the deities."

Then—

The sacred sword was unsheathed.

"Divine Evasion"