The secret realm shattered. This was the first time such an event had occurred on Earth.
Terrifying spatial turbulence swept across the surroundings, and vast swaths of land vanished with every passing moment.
However, the three Master-level Lore Cardians present were no longer concerned with this.
Azrael stared at the dark crimson figure in the distance, horror flooding his heart. '[World-Devouring Disaster]?!'
'Did it really invade Earth?!'
The young man had never expected that simply working as a mercenary to earn some extra compensation would lead to such a catastrophe.
Recalling his exchange with Earth's world consciousness before crafting [The Lion King], his heart suddenly sank into the abyss.
But then Azrael realized his misconception.
The aura of the dark crimson figure across from him wasn't as terrifying as he had imagined.
'Did it temporarily enter Earth by borrowing the body of that seven-hued dragon?'
With this thought, Azrael relaxed slightly.
George VII and Apache were no fools. Although they didn't know as much as Azrael, they had still roughly deduced the identity of the distant enemy.
At this moment, the [World-Devouring Disaster] glanced at Azrael with interest, then raised its head toward the sky.
It didn't look like it intended to attack them at all.
"What's going on? Doesn't it want to fight us?" Seeing this, George VII and Apache murmured in confusion, momentarily bewildered by its attitude.
Of the three, only Azrael guessed what it was planning to do.
"Stop it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Naruto, Sasuke, and Artoria launched an attack on the dark crimson figure.
This action immediately made George VII nervous. "Lord Azrael?!"
The King couldn't understand why the young man beside him would take the initiative to attack the mastermind, who had clearly ignored the three of them.
But since Azrael had already launched the attack, he and Apache clearly couldn't remain on the sidelines.
Besides, this was Great Britain! He was the King of Great Britain!
Who knew what the mastermind would do next?
Without hesitation, George VII immediately ordered the [Earth Mother Goddess] to attack as well.
Elsewhere, facing the incoming attacks, [World-Devouring Disaster] made no move, simply standing still. The attacks vanished into thin air.
Then, a hazy voice echoed again. "Don't disturb me."
"Or these attacks will be your fate."
Hearing these words, Azrael's suspicions were confirmed.
Although the seven-hued dragon had devoured the world consciousness, it was ultimately just a Master-level demon.
Even if [World-Devouring Disaster] had successfully descended upon it, its power would undoubtedly have been significantly weakened.
The reason it didn't attack them after descending was probably because it didn't want to waste its energy.
After all, using its limited power to destroy the structure of Earth was clearly more important than killing three Master-level Lore Cardians.
Thinking of this, Azrael remained silent, his actions speaking for themselves.
There was no time to hold back, no trump cards to save. Now was no time to consider such things.
The golden spearpoint pierced through the clouds, and another [Spear That Shines to the End of the World] descended from the sky.
However, the attack that had previously cornered the seven-hued dragon had no effect on the dark crimson figure.
At that moment, a jet-black beam of light shot up from the ground, and scarlet lightning crackled in all directions. The world wailed at the collision of these two powerful forces.
In just a few breaths, before Azrael's stunned gaze, the golden holy spear disintegrated into thin air.
"I had wanted to spare your life," the erratic voice of [World-Devouring Disaster] suddenly echoed in Azrael's ears, sending chills down his spine. "But I never imagined He would create such an intriguing creature like you."
As the words fell, the dark crimson figure appeared before Azrael.
King George VII and Apache watched helplessly as the figure extended its right hand and slowly reached toward the young man beside them.
The former was unable to stop it, the latter unwilling to do so.
In Apache's view, Azrael's death was undoubtedly the best scenario.
Unfortunately, just before [World-Devouring Disaster] was about to reach Azrael, a pure white light suddenly appeared on the young man's body, and the dark crimson figure was immediately deflected like a cannonball.
Seizing this opportunity, Azrael's cards immediately returned to his side to protect him.
"What a nuisance!"
The deflected [World-Devouring Disaster] sighed softly as it looked at the pure white light lingering on its palm like a stubborn parasite.
Azrael, protected by his own defenses, gasped with lingering fear. Honestly, the power displayed by [World-Devouring Disaster] was somewhat beyond his expectations.
He glanced at the white light emanating from his body, then turned to look at the gray-haired young man who had suddenly appeared beside him.
"Louis XXIV, the Near-God."
Azrael recognized the man, the current Emperor of France, the Sovereign-level Lore Cardian [Louis XXIV].
But then again, with such a commotion in Great Britain, how could the French Emperor not have noticed?
As if sensing Azrael's gaze, Louis XXIV's handsome face flickered with a smile. "Lord Azrael, are you alright?"
Hearing this, Azrael came to his senses and shook his head slightly. "I'm fine. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your assistance."
He didn't ask how the other party knew his name. After all, as a Master-level Lore Cardian, he was a somewhat prominent figure on Earth, so it wasn't surprising that Louis knew who he was.
Just as he knew the gray-haired man was the Emperor of France.
Seeing that Azrael was alright, Louis XXIV turned his attention back to the [World-Devouring Disaster] across from him. "After all these years, has this day finally come?"
Clearly, compared to King George VII and Apache, this [Near-God] knew more.
At this moment, the [World-Devouring Disaster], having successfully extinguished the white light from its body, sighed with regret. "After all, it's only a Master-level medium."
"But it's enough."
As it spoke, it slightly raised its palm, and then the dark crimson energy spread out in all directions like ink dropped into clear water.
Seeing this, Louis XXIV's card immediately chose to take action.
White feathers floated in the air, and the hymn of cleansing souls was softly chanted in the void.
In a soft white light, the kingdom of heaven descended.
Bathed in the gospel of heaven, Azrael did not feel much, but George VII and Apache felt their exhausted mental strength rapidly recovering.
This was a [Master-level] healing ability.
However, the healing effect on these two Master-level Lore Cardians was merely a gentle grace, like a soft breeze.
Louis XXIV's true target from the beginning had been the dark crimson figure across from them.
At this moment, the pure holy light, emanating feathers of radiance, merged with the dark crimson light that was corroding the world.
Both sides were constantly annihilating and regenerating, and for a moment, they were deadlocked.
Watching this scene, Louis XXIV's gaze remained unwavering, having long been mentally prepared for the formidable power of the [World-Devouring Disaster].
It was a pity for Great Britain. From today onward, this long-standing nation would likely be removed from Earth.
King George VII of Great Britain also noticed something was amiss.
He watched the land drifting upward, attempting to have the [Earth Mother Goddess] guide it back to the ground.
But the next moment, the Master-level Lore Cardian received feedback from his own card.
He could not seize control.
These lands belonging to Great Britain were being transformed by the dark crimson figure, no longer belonging to Great Britain.
Such a bizarre situation naturally gave George VII a sense of foreboding.
Noticing his pale face, Louis XXIV shook his head slightly, then whispered, "I will allocate a piece of land in France, and you and your people will live there from now on."
George VII looked at the French Emperor in disbelief, finally understanding the hidden meaning.
"How could this be?"
George VII, dazed, stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
He had never imagined that things would reach this point, that Great Britain would be destroyed.
Just moments ago, the situation had seemed so promising.
Azrael's eyes flickered as he saw George VII's distraught expression, and he immediately looked toward the [World-Devouring Disaster].
He understood what the mastermind was doing.
It was transforming Great Britain into a secret realm.
If no one could stop it, then from today onward, there would be one less country called Great Britain on Earth, and one more secret realm called Great Britain.
But who could stop it?
After all, even Louis XXIV, a Sovereign-level Lore Cardian, had only managed to slow the extent of the [World-Devouring Disaster's] transformation.
Coincidentally, Azrael thought he might give it a try.
Thinking of the one-use ability described in [The Lion King] card description, he pursed his lips and immediately knelt before King George VII.
Because the price was too high, Azrael decided to negotiate the reward first.
"Your Majesty, I believe I can solve Great Britain's problem."
Azrael's words immediately captured the attention of everyone present, including the [World-Devouring Disaster] in the distance.
King George VII, grasping at straws, quickly said, "Lord Azrael, if you truly can solve the problem, Great Britain will grant whatever you ask."
"Understood."
Azrael nodded and stood up.
Now that he'd secured his promise, he'd have an excuse to collect if Great Britain dared to renege.
George VII knew he'd dug a hole with his words, but what choice did he have?
Louis XXIV, standing nearby, overheard the conversation and gave Azrael a subtle glance. He was curious about what other tricks the Master-level Lore Cardian from the east had up his sleeve.
Suddenly, a hazy voice echoed through the space.
"Interesting! I'd like to see what else you have in store." It was [World-Devouring Disaster]. "Go ahead, I won't stop you."
Azrael was taken aback by this, having never expected the mastermind to be so generous.
But he quickly realized that Louis XXIV was holding it back, preventing it from making any move.
After all, the mastermind had barely arrived in the form of a Master-level demon. The fact that it could even engage in a stalemate with a Sovereign-level Lore Cardian like Louis XXIV was truly remarkable.
As everyone watched, Artoria took a step forward. A beam of light appeared from her hand, then melted into the ground.
King George VII was momentarily bewildered by this scene.
He acknowledged the power of [Rhongomyniad], but it was still a stretch to defeat the dark crimson figure across from him.
Furthermore, King Arthur had already tried this attack, to no avail.
Confused, George VII was about to ask, but then he caught sight of Louis XXIV's grave expression.
The King of Great Britain instantly realized this attack might not be as simple as he had imagined.
[World-Devouring Disaster] glanced at Artoria with a sense of understanding, exclaiming, "This is beyond my expectations."
"How could they possibly achieve this?"
As its words fell, everyone present faintly sensed an extremely terrifying aura attempting to penetrate the world.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the world shattered.
A massive pillar of light, emerging from beyond the world, pinned itself firmly to the very soil of Great Britain.
At that moment, the pillar of light, piercing the world, recklessly released dazzling golden radiance, announcing its presence to everyone.
Golden lines spread across the land of Great Britain, stretching out in an instant for countless miles.
Meanwhile, the princes and princesses evacuating civilians stared blankly at the towering golden pillar of light in the distance, muttering almost groaningly, "What is that..."
"What is that?"
Not only they, but all the people of Great Britain could see the pillar of light. No matter where they were, it was as if it pierced through space itself.
"Oh my God!"
The people knelt on the ground, streaked with golden lines, prostrating themselves in the direction of the golden pillar as if they were pilgrims.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, after Artoria entered the pillar of light, it slowly began to transform into a tower radiating endless light.
However, everyone present knew that this was not a tower at all, but merely the appearance of one.
A moment later, a massive tower rose to prominence above the earth, countless veins of golden light radiating from its base, extending in all directions.
At this moment, the crimson light released by [World-Devouring Disaster] gradually contracted, and the land that had been drifting toward it slowly drifted back to the ground.
This meant that Great Britain's transformation into a secret realm had been interrupted.
The crimson figure lowered its right hand, its gaze fixed on Azrael's position. "No wonder."
"He still thinks he has a chance."