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Pfft——!
A soul-chilling sensation came from my fingertips—the smooth and resilient feel of my eyeball being forcibly squeezed and touched!
A searing pain overwhelmed Matou Ike like a tsunami! His left eye was instantly filled with crimson and darkness! The swirling magical energy swayed violently and flickered under the violence of his fingertips!
Iskandar's golden and silver demonic eyes coldly watched, the azure light like an invisible whip, lashing at Matou Ike's will and reinforcing the self-destructive command.
Dig down!
Extinguish that brilliance that touched the "gem" with your own hands!
This ultimate blasphemy against its own miracle, carried out by the Demon Eye himself, is precisely the madness and intoxication that the newly born deity "enjoys"...
It's now!
The "Twisted" Demon Eye, locked within Matou Ike's bloodied left eye socket, its magical spirals flickering—a core of power interwoven with red and green spirals, symbolizing the twisted nature of "demonic" power—underwent a stunning reversal in that instant!
hum! ! !
It wasn't a dramatic change in the form of the Mystic Eye itself, but rather a fundamental qualitative change in the essence of the power flowing within it, triggered by a pre-set "trigger"!
The source of the reversal is not inside the Mystic Eye, but outside of it!
Within three feet (about one meter) of the void in front of Matou Pond, an invisible "point" that cannot be directly observed by the naked eye and can only be captured through spatial perception suddenly burst forth with an indescribable pulling force!
That was a pre-set, incredibly stable "spiral axis"!
There is more than one such axis!
Throughout the entire battlefield—on this crimson scorched earth whose spatial structure was fragile and vulnerable to divine punishment and the twisted demonic eye—Matou Ike, in the thousands of violent clashes before, had already acted like the most meticulous trap master, silently utilizing the residual energy and structural ripples after each "twisted" demonic eye interfered with space, to pre-set multiple such invisible spiral axes at key points on the battlefield!
Like buried landmines, like backup engine igniters, they lie silently in the folds of space, waiting to be activated! This is precisely the contingency plan he prepared for dealing with unexpected situations—especially this kind of unconventional, absolute suppression from divine power!
At this moment, as the spark deep within his will ignited, the spiral axis three feet away, which was closest to him and which he had reserved as a "last resort," was instantly activated!
Om-! ! !
The spiraling magical light, interwoven with red and green, seemed to be pulled by the powerful gravitational pull of an invisible axis, instantly breaking free from the confinement of Matou Ike's eye socket!
No, more accurately, it was the core power of the Mystic Eye itself—the red and green spiral law—that was forcibly "projected" out! Just like invisible magnetic lines being instantly regulated by powerful magnetic poles!
The red and green spiral, freed from the physical constraints of the eye sockets, began to rotate more violently and more precisely in the void along the preset axis!
And at the very moment that core of power was projected and regulated!
A completely different, deeper, more ancient power, imbued with a sacred and solemn aura, like a volcano that had been dormant for millions of years, suddenly awakened in the depths of Matouchi's empty eye sockets!
The red and green spiral of magical light was tinged with a layer of... indigo the moment it left the eye socket!
That is not pigment, but a sublimation of essence! A radiance originating from the deepest roots of one's bloodline, long suppressed, belonging to the "divine" side! Like the ultramarine (blue-green) in ancient temple murals, which remains solemn despite the passage of time!
At the same time, in Matouchi's empty eye sockets, a pair of brand-new "eyes" are rapidly condensing and taking shape in an unprecedented manner!
Those were no longer the twisted eyes of "Asagami Fujino," tainted by pain and demonic nature!
This is……
"Asagami Fujino!"
The eye that bears the name of the demon-slaying clan "Asagami"—the true awakening of bloodline!
The Asakami clan inherently possesses two opposing forces within their bloodline: the light of "divinity" that vanquishes evil, and the darkness of "demonic nature" that is easily corrupted by demonic energy and plunges one into the abyss. Asakami Fujino's experience is precisely a case of demonic energy overpowering divinity, giving birth to those red and green intertwined demonic eyes filled with destructive desires.
However, in the ten years after Matouchi brought her back from the chaos, under the contradictory yet pure "companionship" (or rather, another form of pollution and stimulation) of Angra Mainyu, the embodiment of "all the evil in this world", this bloodline tree on the verge of complete demonization miraculously gave birth to branches of "divinity" again in the demonic soil!
A pair of new, twisted demonic eyes, balancing the demonic and the divine, were painstakingly cultivated!
It no longer leans towards destructive reds and greens, but presents a deep, inclusive color that symbolizes order and divine origins—the color of Garan!
These magical eyes, which contain the true potential of the Asakami bloodline and represent "balance" and "sublimation," are the crucial "gift" that Matou Ike received before setting off for London, according to a certain agreement with Fujino (or rather, with Angela Manuel who accompanied her)!
The unique ability to pre-set, precisely anchor, and remotely activate multiple invisible spiral axes originates from one of the core powers of these "Galan Demon Eyes"! It no longer simply distorts what is within sight, but possesses the ability to pre-set "distortion fulcrums" in space and perform more complex and strategic spatial manipulation!
"Uhhhhhh-!!!"
Matou Ike let out a roar that wasn't entirely one of pain! That roar contained the ferocity of a will breaking free of its shackles and the surge of new life power!
With the complete awakening and activation of the Garan Demon Eye, the absolute suppression originating from Iskandar's divine "coercive" power momentarily loosened!
It wasn't that the power was canceled out, but rather that a forced command was imposed on the "Asagami Fujino Mystic Eyes." As the "projection" of the old Mystic Eye's power was released and the new Mystic Eye was "born," a "gap" appeared at the level of rules at the moment of the transformation of the nature of existence!
It's that tiny gap of one in a billion seconds!
puff!
Matou Ike's right hand, which had been forcibly controlled and sunken deep into its eye socket, was suddenly pulled back by the power of the Garan Mystic Eye and the extreme burst of his own will! It was forcibly pulled out of its eye socket, dripping with blood and a trace of the scorching magical remnant of the old Mystic Eye that had not yet completely separated!
Blood gushed forth! But deep within those empty eye sockets, a brand new azure radiance, like a newly born star, with a strange texture that intertwined cold divinity and violent demonic nature, was rising with unprecedented brightness!
His gaze was no longer indifferent, but burning with the fierce battle intent of a wounded beast, locked firmly on the core of the destructive radiance in front of him!
Just three feet in front of him, the red and green spiral stained with the color of garland was spinning wildly around the preset axis, forming a destructive spiral force field with a garland base and red and green patterns that exuded a terrifying spatial tearing force!
It is like a pre-set, ready-to-deploy space bomb, its target being Iskandar!
The reversal was accomplished amidst bloodshed and rebirth!
"Gods..." A nearly ferocious arc appeared on Matou Ike's blood-stained face, the light of his Garan Mystic Eyes burning as fiercely as a prison, "...Your 'comedy' should come to an end!"
The azure light emanating from the hollow of his left eye, like the pupil flame of a newborn beast, fiercely and coldly locked onto Iskandar's destructive divine radiance.
The excruciating pain continued to burn his nerves, and blood slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the scorched earth beneath his feet, which had already crystallized and become glassy, making a soft "hissing" sound before being instantly vaporized by the remaining high temperature.
But this pain, at this moment, became fuel, igniting the most violent fire of retaliation deep within his will!
"rise!"
A low, guttural sound, as if squeezed from a torn chest, burst forth from Matou Ike's tightly clenched teeth!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz—!!
The entire battlefield, this crimson scorched earth whose spatial structure had been ravaged by thousands of divine punishments and distortions, was now emitting a dense, chilling resonance that made one's scalp crawl!
Countless invisible "points" were simultaneously activated in every corner of the battlefield—under the shadow of scorched rocks, in the cracks of the earth, and even inside the spatial folds that had not yet fully healed after being torn apart by the previous energy storm!
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That was precisely what Matou Ike had quietly laid during the previous violent clash, like the most meticulous master of traps and the most patient hunter, utilizing the residual energy and structural ripples after each "distortion" of the Mystic Eyes' interference with space—
Complex spiral axis!
They were like dormant terrestrial fire nodes, instantly ignited by the will of the controller!
Red! Green! Blue!
Three distinct colors, yet violently intertwined at this moment, erupted on a level beyond the observation of ordinary vision!
These three forces, at each activated spiral axis, are like three-colored dyes thrown into the core of a vortex, instantly being wildly stirred, pulled, and fused by an invisible, enormous force!
They are no longer independent spectra, but have transformed into billions of invisible currents, purely formed by the forced distortion, tearing, and reweaving of spatial laws—turbulent currents of laws!
Only beings with special vision—like Iskandar's golden and silver demonic eyes, or Matou Ike's burning Garan Mystic Eyes—
Only then can one "see" the terrifying scene unfolding on this crimson battlefield!
A storm triggered by countless "points" and sweeping across the entire battlefield, originating from the spatial structure itself, is forming!
That wasn't a storm of energy, nor a hurricane of magic.
That is a chaotic manifestation of the latitude and longitude lines of "space" being forcibly torn off, twisted, and then haphazardly pieced together!
The originally relatively stable spatial "layers" were instantly shattered by countless spiral axes, like a calm water surface tossed with a boulder!
The boundaries between layers become blurred, and the spatial structure presents a strange, semi-fluid state, like molten glass!
The geometric grid lines, representing distance and dimension, are now like a spider web being pulled and torn by a mischievous child, twisted, broken, and intertwined!
The sense of distance has completely failed; what is ten meters away may instantly become within reach, and what is within reach may become the ends of the earth!
The magical turbulence permeating the air was swept up and torn apart by this spatial storm, transforming into even more violent and disorderly colorful energy turbulence, like billions of mad snakes, frantically darting through the shattered fragments of space!
Even the spatial rifts that had been torn apart by divine lightning or the twisted demonic eye and had not yet fully healed were forcibly torn open, twisted, and connected by the storm, forming irregular, gaping maws of the void that were ready to devour anyone!
Rumble——! ! !
The battlefield emitted a dull, agonizing groan, seemingly originating from the very foundation of the world itself!
The earth did not tremble; rather, it was the concept of "space" it embodied that was wailing! The scarlet charred rock silently turned into dust, and was then thrown into unknown dimensions in the shattered spatial vortex.
Iskandar's destructive radiance was now like a lone boat in a raging storm!
The divine lightning that roared around Him crashed into this chaotic spatial storm, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, being forcibly torn apart, deflected, and even partially annihilated by countless spatial turbulences in different directions!
The originally stable divine radiance began to fluctuate violently and flicker under the constant distortion of the spatial structure!
For the first time, a genuine look of surprise and solemnity, beyond cold scrutiny, appeared in His golden and silver demonic eyes!
This is not a pure clash of energy, but a savage subversion of the rules of the battlefield's underlying "stage"!
“Storm…” Matou Ike’s blood-stained lips moved, the light of his Garan Demon Eyes burning brightly like a prison, reflecting the all-encompassing turbulent current of laws that he had personally triggered, which could only be seen by special eyes.
He was under immense pressure, maintaining the traction on all the spiral axes. The excruciating pain in his left eye socket was like a leech, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned to its peak.
“This is just the beginning!”
He suddenly raised his hand, his right hand stained with his own blood, and clenched it tightly towards the core where Iskandar was!
It's as if they're pulling on invisible reins!
boom--! ! !
The countless rotating tri-colored spiral axes throughout the battlefield were instantly guided by their violent traction to the same focal point—Iskandar!
When the structure of space itself is so brutally distorted, torn apart, and then haphazardly pieced together, the chain reaction it triggers is like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, inevitably affecting other fundamental rules that depend on space and constitute the real world!
The atmosphere—it bears the brunt!
boom--! ! ! !
A deafening roar, surpassing all previous energy collisions and so muffled it seemed as if the entire planet was groaning, suddenly exploded!
That wasn't the sound of an explosion, but the mournful cry of the very foundation of the material world—air itself—being forcibly "bursted" by a dramatic change in the spatial structure!
Within the vision of Garan's Demon Eye and Iskandar's Golden and Silver Demon Eyes, spatial storms were like countless invisible giant hands tearing reality apart.
On a mortal level of perception, the most direct and violent manifestation of this spatial storm is the sudden arrival of a triple spiral wind pressure that is enough to make even the gods take notice!