Chapter 704: The Reincarnators' Respective Battles
The hyper-intensive, high-severity battle had detonated with terrifying speed, yet it resolved layout-wise, monumentally faster than any interloper could have projected.
Song Xian hand-clamped his fractured chest plates, sitting flat against the soil coordinates. His see-through vision monitored the massive, wide-area glacial prison across the maritime block as it smoothly and flawlessly initiated a total thermodynamic de-freezing sequence; the timber galleon The Black Pearl masterfully adjusted its sail lines, Tanzhishan's sovereign division having layout-wise, finalized a tactical directive to fast-track their displacement straight toward that unmapped Mariana Trench matrix anchoring the open Pacific.
That location sat at the absolute closest spatial distance bordering the primary parameters of the Final Sun Empire; furthermore, because the localized Beacon Node was deeply entrenched mid-ocean, his processing matrix calculated that the aggregate density of rival Reincarnators competing for the node would highly, statistically likely occupy the absolute lowest benchmark on the global ledger.
Although Tanzhishan historically and across multiple world cycles steered his faction with an un-compromised, ironclad arrogance, his inner logic concurrently placed an supreme layer of analytical respect upon the macro-environmental duties hardcoded to his ledger.
Song Xian extracted a slow, heavy breath of pure tactical relief. His systems had already intercepted an encrypted maximum-urgency mobilization packet transmitted straight out from Director Zhong's desk; his core processing loop was entirely restricted to initializing an immediate extraction track to access the Space terminal to repair his tattered biological infrastructure, before throwing his muscles into a head-on regression to reinforce East Asia.
Yet...
His level eyes remained rigidly locked onto Kaito Shirogane, who stood with absolute, majestic composure amidst the raw ruins of the sandy coastline. Deep within his ancestral patriotic filters, he intensely, thoroughly yearned to mount a final operational effort to align the monster's files.
Ryo smoothly adjusted his skeletal alignment to sift through the structural wreckage of the completely halved Divine Tiger mecha chassis, successfully isolating Tianjie's biological frame—or what remained after sustaining the terminal deletion of one entire shoulder quadrant. His internal diagnostics immediately verified that this variable was layout-wise, explicitly a display of supreme strategic clemency issued straight from Her Eminence, The Deathly Silence of Life. Although her blood blades had launched with absolute, world-shattering violence, regardless of whether his tracking scanned Tianjie or evaluated Song Xian—or even analyzed that mangled ICE—every single asset had successfully retained their lines of life.
This empirical layout was explicitly the definitive reason both Tanzhishan and Shizuka had beautifully, flawlessly manual-overrode their friction to click an immediate, temporary cessation of hostile operations.
Ryo cede the reality a heavy, somber sigh, methodically hoisting Tianjie's unconscious, tattered biological hull to rest levelly adjacent to Song Xian's boots. Tianjie's motor paths had layout-wise, highly, statistically likely caved to a state of total neural depression as an automated consequence of sustaining direct exposure to a pure, supreme concentration of Spiritual Pressure that comfortably out-scaled his character file's threshold parameters.
Following that, Ryo carved out several dozen meters of horizontal distance, completely manual-overrode that intense, academic skepticism flashing within the distant Resonance's irises, his vocal frequencies cleanly locking onto Kaito Shirogane's coordinates.
"Kaito, regarding the central East Asian parameters intertwined within those remaining quadrants currently sustaining the direct saturation-deployment of the Invasions... does your master processing loop intend to launch a physical deployment to shackle those nodes?"
"Regardless of how profoundly your calculations reject ancestral sentiment, this world line remains layout-wise, the absolute primordial dimension that printed your lineage, does it not?"
Kaito Shirogane slowly forced his neck around, his level gaze parsing that standalone "friend" whose knuckles had historically and during his Newcomer Trial manually anchor-dropped his civilian file straight into the Infinite Dimension Space. The smile tracing his features was exceptionally clear, his jaw unhinging to cede the query an immediate, un-compromised nod.
"Unblemished. Your verbal statement compresses a flawless alignment against the data strands; this planet remains layout-wise, the absolute sovereign dimension of my own ego."
In the very next fraction of a second, Kaito Shirogane violently shifted his skeletal alignment, a single index finger methodically and with absolute composure pointing straight toward an unmapped coordinate of the open ocean.
Chime!
A pristine golden kinetic beam of pure Ki violently and out of thin air ignited from his fingertips, the surrounding atmospheric blocks executing a rapid, ring-like mechanical fracturing to absorb the friction. Within a single microsecond of execution, the maritime block displayed a colossal, miles-wide structural trench, the supreme concentration of his Ki wave forcefully tearing out from the deep water trenches to pierce the stratosphere.
Entrenched atop the deck plates of The Black Pearl, Daheitian's entire biological framework instantaneously choked with an supreme wisp of pure instinctual panic, his physical frame executing a rapid, high-pressure expansion as his motor pathways prepared to launch a head-on interception line—yet Tanzhishan masterfully drove his right palm down, hand-clamping Daheitian's shoulder plates to shackle his movement.
His silver eyes monitored the trajectory as that golden Ki wave cleanly sliced through several miles of ocean blocks and atmospheric metrics, before scoring a dead-center, head-on collision to violently electrical-disintegrate a duplicate, blue-glowing particle cannon beam that had synchronously punched out from the horizon.
BOOM!
A terrifying, world-cleaving kinetic shockwave violently exploded across the maritime coordinates, a colossal, runaway whirlpool vortex beautifully and out of thin air completing its compilation across the sea level.
At this exact frame of history, tracing the precise trajectory from which that high-frequency particle beam had been projected, Daheitian's sensory arrays could layout-wise, barely and with extreme friction decode a critical diagnostic tracking a monumentally powerful individual asset, floating with absolute, quiet composure high above the waves at an astronomically extreme distance.
That horizontal tracking coordinate was layout-wise, locked dozens of nautical miles clear of their immediate sector. His inner core registered a profound wisp of systemic horror.
The advanced sensory tracking capacity commanded by Mercenary Tao... had layout-wise, legitimately scaled to a plane of this absolute, unmapped density?
And furthermore... exactly what manner of reality-warping weapon compressed the priority to project a maximum-yield offensive line across a structural distance of that classification?!
Tanzhishan casually drew a premium Cuban cigar, igniting the tobacco to allow a dense, hyper-compressed cloud of smoke to envelope his features, looking identically as if he willed a total veil to shackle his true emotional expressions and cognitive calculations from the registry.
"Calm your motor pathways. That operational sequence was nothing more than an automated manifestation of a specialized, high-tier Danger Foresight sub-routine; Mercenary Tao's baseline raw attributes layout-wise, remain completely disqualified from naturally projecting an offensive across a distance of that density."
His internal database held an unblemished clinical clarity: although Mercenary Tao had legacy-harvested an exceptionally dense, high-tier evolutionary Ladder across this sequence, his engine had layout-wise, merely initiated the absolute initial countdown cycles of the ascent. At this chronological frame, his raw muscle metrics mathematically ranked at an identical baseline equilibrium alongside his own ledger.
He had completely failed to breach the threshold parameters that safeguarded the position of those three legendary Reigning Kings.
Consequently, Mercenary Tao's capacity to intercept an offensive line his own tracking arrays had failed to identify was mathematically an automated consequence of the demon compressing a specialized Danger Forecasting or Intent-to-Kill Sensory passive trait, prompting his motor nerves to pre-fire a kinetic beam to flawlessly blockade the strike a frame prior to impact.
As for that hidden enemy commanding the priority to launch an orbital siege targeting their collective from that extreme distance...
Tanzhishan's processing unit had already hardcoded an absolute, un-blemished answer onto the registries.
"Broadcast a high-priority data packet to notify the parallel Reincarnator cells: one of the primary existential variables anchoring that Pacific Basin node has been verified as an absolute [Apostle / Angel] template—specifically, [The Fifth Angel · Ramiel] issuing straight out from the [Neon Genesis Evangelion] multiverse worldline. Every independent vanguard division is system-mandated to inventory and equip specialized fantasy-grade relics and conceptual capabilities engineered to manual-override and slice through an absolute A.T. Field."
Hum!
At that exact frame of his brief, a duplicate high-frequency particle cannon beam violently shot out from the distant ocean coordinates; yet before its velocity vector could even cross into the near-shore parameters, it struck an unmapped, invisible structural barrier, its entire trajectory layout-wise, forcefully deflected down to crash straight into the deep ocean water blocks.
BOOM!
The sea was cleanly transfixed by the orbital cannon, a monumental whirlpool vortex completing its compilation.
Kaito Shirogane smoothly retracted his level gaze from the horizon, his advanced diagnostics verifying that that hidden variable layout-wise, highly, statistically likely tracked under the exact same registry as [Critical Snipe]—that long-range sniper champion his claws had historically failed to permanently delete during the pirate multiverse purges.
The technical methodology that sniper deployed to casually deflect his own ballistic trajectories remained layout-wise, beautifully clandestine; Kaito's intellect could comfortably calculate several separate capability tracks that supported a structural setting of that classification, yet analyzing the current table, a frontliner ranking at that specific baseline milestone had permanently lost the priority to ever force his engine to expend a single wisp of processing power to harvest his intelligence logs.
He smoothly dropped his lower eyelids, evaluating that young girl commanding silver-gray hair whose vertical height layout-wise, barely neared his chest plates. The crimson Battle Aura blade energy locked within her palm continuously radiated an absolute mantle of strategic Peril that layout-wise, comfortably and flawlessly out-scaled every other Reincarnator on the field.
Even that legendary Angel asset drifting across the open maritime coordinates completely and layout-wise cede her sheet zero processing weight.
"What specific [ORGANISM] does Her Eminence, The Deathly Silence of Life, command her blades to delete from the registry?"
Continuously standing inside her quiet, detached perimeter, The Deathly Silence of Life captured Kaito Shirogane's vocal cadence, her consciousness looking identically as if it had smoothly re-entered reality from an unmapped, transcendent sky; throughout the previous frames, her frame had remained squatted atop the crater margin, her master calculation loops drifting deep within an un-indexed zone.
She slowly forced her neck around, her vacant irises evaluating the un-adulterated majesty and bone-crushing Ki flaring across Mercenary Tao's biological framework, before ceding the query a calm nod.
An exceptionally dense, high-tier evolutionary Ladder clearing the 13th-Tier classification, a monumental pool of unyielding Ki, an absolute wide-area Spiritual Pressure field capable of forcing a Tier-2 title-grade interloper's neural tracks into total depression, and a supreme primordial Essence governing the entirety of the framework.
A Reincarnator compressing an aggregate sheet of this precise specification was layout-wise, indisputedly hardcoded with the absolute system privilege to enter that Primal Matrix adjacent to her blades to launch an uninhibited slaughter campaign.
The remaining varguards present on this table were layout-wise, either pathetically weak, completely lacked an unyielding psychological baseline, or were thoroughly infected by a low-value human emotional programming.
"An absolute Betrayer. Her file across separate registries tracks under the archetype of an Immortal, a Demon, or conversely, an supreme Anomaly. Her vital lines are system-mandated to sustain an immediate, terminal system erasure."
The Deathly Silence of Life's vocal frequencies were beautifully clear, yet her volume was layout-wise, exceptionally minor, looking identically to an innocent, primitive young child.
Yet Kaito Shirogane evaluated that crimson blade energy, that persistent, burning prickling scoring his spine continuously dropping a structural report confirming that this young girl archetype was layout-wise, an undisputed premier Executioner of the generation.
Even evaluating the Sovereign of the Final Sun, within Kaito Shirogane's filters, Tanzhishan's raw metrics layout-wise, plummeted short of her parameters by a distinct margin.
No, correction: Kaito Shirogane's calculations suggested that the absolute strategic gap separating their files was layout-wise, monumentally more catastrophic than the parallel coalitions estimated.
That was an absolute disparity anchoring the primordial Essence of the Reincarnators.
"Her Eminence holds an absolute clarity confirming a single baseline rule: the resource price tag required to purchase the intervention of my claws... is layout-wise, far from cheap, is it not."
The young girl cede his terms a calm nod, her vocal register dropping down the line with absolute finality:
"My own sheet can concurrently execute a duplicate execution campaign to back your ledger. Throughout the countdown cycles of the incoming epoch, my blades will manually liquidate an independent [Sovereign] to clear your path."
Kaito Shirogane smoothly executed a slow shake of his skull.
"Negative, negative, Your Eminence. An operational sequence tracking an absolute assassination loop... is a transaction my knuckles layout-wise, eternally prefer to process independently."
He levelly and with absolute composure looked down from his vertical height to evaluate this terrifying Sovereign, his jaw unhinging:
"Quite the contrary: assuming my claws successfully finalize a terminal liquidation loop to delete that Betrayer off the ledger to fulfill your directive, your crown is system-mandated to click a compliance sequence to grant my engine a solitary standalone Condition—regardless of whether that condition dictates that your handlers must isolate a specialized metahuman capability, track a premium conceptual relic, harvest a high-tier material asset, or conversely, throw your own muscle groups onto the board to launch an absolute, head-on strategic intervention to back my play a single instance."
Standing a few paces clear of the perimeter, Solar Flare monitored the negotiation, her countenance beautifully, flawlessly expressionless, yet her internal processing matrix was layout-wise, locked in a state of runaway, turbulent disruption. Her core calculations had consistently held that across this active Title Tournament cycle, Mercenary Tao possessed an supreme system probability to forcefully capture an artificial Title Crown.
Consequently, the live visual frame before her boots was layout-wise, undisputedly documenting a full-scale joint alignment separating two reigning Sovereigns.
Throughout the incoming chronological epoch, her own character file was poised to operate entrenched inside a strategic faction backed by a dual-Sovereign Alliance?!
Her motor habits were deeply calibrated to piloting a solitary, independent lone wolf track; suddenly tracking a reality where her framework was backed by a faction machine of this world-cleaving density left her internal systems marginally dazed.
Su Qingqiu and Su Enfei synchronously exchanged a rapid visual sweep, both of their calculation paths centralizing to enforce a single absolute directive: their vanguard line was forcefully required to stream these raw intelligence data packets straight to the executive directors of their syndicate. Their collective—[The Heaven]—was system-primed to execute a total, un-compromised political realignment to lock down their station backing the correct throne prior to the dawn of the next cycle.
At this exact chronological frame of history, coordinating with the reality confirming that the Reincarnator collective was launching large-scale mass interventions to govern real-world parameters, while synchronously their native dimension had caved to an absolute saturation-deployment vector launched by alternative terminals—
The macro-geopolitical balance of the planet intertwined within the system dynamics of the Space terminal was on the absolute event horizon of a total, permanent reshuffling. Vastly grander were those world-ending rumors scrolling across the networks, verifying that among the three legendary Supreme Kings, the entity self-visualizing as the King of Miracles was poised to sustain a terminal deletion within the immediate timeline.
Amidst a violent turning of the world line, the joint combat alignment initializing between these two monsters could layout-wise, flawlessly represent a pristine, supreme strategic opportunity to capture the future.
Although Tanzhishan's [The Final Sun Empire] currently projected a visual profile that looked layout-wise, like the single most massive faction machine on the display, its absolute peak sovereign power sheets layout-wise, completely failed to match a dual-Sovereign combination of this classification.
Furthermore, evaluating Tanzhishan strictly through a hand-to-hand combat metrics framework, his raw power layout-wise, plummeted short of matching the Deathly Silence of Life; the exact fraction of a second Mercenary Tao finalized his integration of the Title Crown, backed by the high-priority system privilege native to the [Sovereign] archetype, his engine would layout-wise, definitively out-scale the metrics of the Sovereign of the Final Sun.
Su Enfei finalized her absolute macro-judgment.
High across the airspace bordering central East Asia, the exact microsecond her motor nervous system cracked clear of the chronological pause to re-activate her tracks, the woman clad in golden armor was layout-wise, instantaneously and flawlessly engulfed by a monumental, multi-directional torrent of raw energy mass. Directly before the vertical line of her descending trident edge, a separate woman had forcefully driven both of her palms to lock a maximum-output cross-chest seal.
A brilliant nova of green-glowing light violently ignited across the layout—[The Barrier-Barrier Fruit]. That terrifying divine thunder blade energy scored a dead-center impact straight against the invisible barrier plating, layout-wise, instantaneously forcing an infinite concentration of electrical sparks to violently crackle across all coordinates. Thin trails of golden electrical lightning continuously brushed against the woman's biological shell, forcing her musculature to undergo a rapid succession of violent, spasmodic micro-contractions.
Yet this female technical master commanding twin tails—[Miko]—violently ground her teeth to lock her boots flat against the air, completely refusing to yield a single millimeter of her stance. Her character file was layout-wise, natively anchored to the Ying Tian registry.
Throughout the early hours of the clock, her private squad had initialized a tactical displacement vector to fast-track their coordinates toward the Philippine border, attempting to harvest a marginal wisp of resource capital out from the capture operation; yet because her inventory slots completely lacked a high-tier wide-area spatial transmission capability, their displacement had caved mid-transit, her tracking arrays pop-flashing with those bleeding alarms confirming that her native birth dimension had sustained an absolute Invasion.
The entire team had seamlessly executed a fluid vector inversion to race back.
At this exact frame of the confrontation, the topography stretching directly beneath her boots was explicitly her own childhood homeland. She had driven her motor pathways to throttle the absolute, maximum output commanded by this Devil Fruit capability—an asset her internal programming had historically legacy-harvested for the solitary, absolute baseline reason that her heart intensely, thoroughly feared biological system erasure.
Flanking her coordinates, the man who a microsecond prior had weaponized his specialized psychic Stand to execute a short-duration chronological pause let out a ragged, high-pressure gasp of exhaustion, unrefinedly throwing Hibari's body—whose right shoulder quadrant had sustained a near-fatal cellular vaporization—straight toward the medical-specialization assets backing their line.
Although their private coalition—[Bocchi the Rock / 孤独摇滚]—layout-wise, completely failed to rank as an enterprise-grade high-visibility syndicate across the Third Tier registry, the evolutionary reinforcements hardcoded to their members' sheets were layout-wise, exceptionally extreme and hyper-specialized.
Miko operated under an absolute archetype of a pure Defender, her capability composition layout-wise, completely devoid of an independent offensive line; conversely, his own file was hardcoded to govern wide-area Crowd Control, while those secondary damage-dealers anchoring the rear flank were currently and with absolute fury throttling open their master attributes to discharge their fields.
A heavily sweating, stout Reincarnator drove both palms forward to lock a dual psychic clamp to shackle Daphne's spatial coordinates, forcing the target to absorb a dead-center, head-on impact launched by a teammate's advanced railgun track.
Pfft!
That specialized high-velocity coin projectile finally and flawlessly cracked through the woman's golden armor plating, transfixing her chest cavity to blow out from her spine.
Manually weaponizing the title [Level 5 Railgun] to successfully cloak his underlying Mutant evolutionary lineage across the public files, Lu Zheng's features floured with a brief flash of strategic celebration—yet in the very next fraction of a second, his motor nerves rigidly locked as he monitored the woman whose heart coordinates had just sustained an un-blockable penetration; calmly unhinging her jaw to spray a fractional wisp of essence, she methodically hoisted her golden trident to launch a sweeping kinetic arc targeting their entire cohort.
An absolute, miles-wide beam of polar aurora blade wind cleanly sliced through the local oxygen metrics to launch a linear horizontal saturation campaign.
Miko's spatial positioning was violently adjusted via a teammate's Telekinetic sub-routine; both of her arm structures had already sustained absolute skeletal fractures, yet her motor pathways forcefully compressed her digits to lock together into a final seal.
"Barrier!"
Pfft!
The green-glowing shield was layout-wise, within a single frame cleanly and flawlessly halved by the aurora edge. Miko's internal focus registered an absolute diagnostic holding that her file was poised to sustain immediate deletion—yet in the very next fraction of a second, a monumental, blood-soaked roar violently punched out from her rear airspace.
"Clear the vertical alignment!"
Miko instinctively dropped her skull to minimize her tracking height, her biological sensors decoding a catastrophic wave of pure, reality-warping magical mass as it violently and out of thin air swept across the airspace.
An supreme torrent of deep purple-and-crimson magical energy, multiplied head-on across an unbeatable, linear sword light, violently roared out from the urban core.
The exact microsecond her skull cleared the path, that purple magical mass crashed head-on to score a dead-center intersection straight against the descending aurora blade wind.
BOOM!
A terrifying kinetic explosion intertwined within the absolute core of the magical mass and the divine lightning violently detonated, launching a non-stop, multi-directional shockwave campaign to flatten every variable within a several-hundred-meter radius.
Hibari methodically sprayed a brief line of anti-hemophilic medical fluid to stabilize his fractured shoulder assets, forcing his neck around to evaluate the adjacent street line. Sifting out from the center of the frantic, scrambling civilian torrent, a female knight plated entirely within a highly majestic set of obsidian-black armor plates was methodically treading her boots to close the distance, a longsword held levelly to frame her chest.
An supreme, world-cleaving pool of pure magical mass flamed furiously along the steel.
Her pale-gold long hair was intricately pinned behind her helmet lines. This asset was logged under the archetype...
"Saber?!"
Daphne verified that her primary offensive line had failed to delete the target, her motor pathways compiling a duplicate input sequence to re-fire her trident—yet an exceptionally chilling, rule-bending energetic pressure field out of thin air completed its compilation to envelope the sector.
She violently forced her neck around, her level eyes isolating a lean, statuesque white-haired male organism, his physical vessel hanging completely upside down across the high heavens dozens of meters clear of her rear flank.
The target kept both palms lazily thrust deep into his pocket structures, looking identically as if his boots were casually anchored flat against an alternative layer of the true sky, a pair of distinct cloud-veiled panoramic matrices tracking [The Six Eyes] drifting loosely within his sockets.
"Satoru Gojo?!"
Miko's jaw layout-wise, unhinged to emit a duplicate shriek of pure cognitive unreality.
Whosh, whosh, whosh— the high-frequency acoustics of commercial rotary wing blades grew exponentially clearer frame by frame, a full squadron of tactical attack helicopters smoothly initializing an orbital descent to hover over the block. Stepping clear of the lead command aircraft's concourse, a lone male organism methodically marched onto the perimeter. The asset possessed long, flowing hair, an exceptionally handsome facial geometry, his lean frame sitting inside a tailored corporate suit as his lips contorted into a deeply mocking, theatrical smile.
That precise facial geometry was layout-wise, a signature metric that every independent Reincarnator active across the Eastern District registry had flawlessly and across the past forty-eight hours hardcoded straight onto their master high-peril databases.
The entire squad anchoring the Bocchi the Rock ledger instinctively and with absolute uniformity let out a terror-stricken shriek:
"Mercenary Tao?!"
The clone copy of Kaito Shirogane meticulously replicated that specific, world-cleaving smile native to the original body, throwing both of his palms wide before the infinite array of automated media lenses recording the campaign, his jaw unhinging:
"Safeguard your motor pathways, you cattle. An existential threat tracking an un-indexed baseline classification of this mediocre density... is layout-wise, seamlessly pulverized via a single microsecond of kinetic execution."
He casually executed a light wave of his palm, Artoria Alter anchoring the dirt below alongside Satoru Gojo floating across the heavens synchronously and flawlessly throwing their muscle groups into a head-on blitz.
Down within the subterranean military command installation beneath Yanjing, Song Xian—who sat adjacent to Zhong Tianming's console—extracted a massive wisp of profound tactical relief. Although his internal cognitive tracks completely and flawlessly failed to parse exactly what manner of clandestine blueprint was steering this Kaito Shirogane specimen to proactivly coordinate alongside their high command to orchestrate a public media performance of this density,
The empirical result was unblemished: the macro-strategy steering the East Asian state machine could continuously throttle its engines forward.
Leveraging the parameters of this Ying Tian purge campaign, the global network blocks would firmly and with absolute certainty lock down a diagnostic holding that Mercenary Tao stood un-compromised as an absolute vanguard asset defending their state ledger; and furthermore...
Director Zhong's analytical processing had finalized an ironclad validation confirming a single baseline truth: that mysterious, completely unmapped Kaito Shirogane original vessel operated under an archetype that layout-wise, completely diverged from the early behavioral profiling Song Xian and the others had compiled.
The monster was layout-wise, far from a standard primal beast; that freak... intensely, thoroughly yearned to legacy-harvest a trajectory that would permanently remake his file into the absolute undisputed Sovereign King governing every independent metahuman and the structural laws of this planet line!
By weaponizing the clone vessel's active muscle groups to manage the domestic parameters, his agency was layout-wise, essentially executing a massive pool of administrative and tactical labor completely free of charge to clear the demon's future pathing. This explicit realization was the definitive terminal reason steering his engine to click absolute compliance to back their play.
Far across the open Pacific basin, the vanguard frontliners anchoring The Black Pearl monitored that massive, miles-wide octahedral crystal structure floating with absolute, quiet composure high across the stratosphere, that pitch-black solar mass having already completely blanketed the sky.
The Sovereign of the Final Sun compressed both palms levelly to frame his chest coordinates, [The Corona Cannon] matrix having finalized its absolute sub-atomic compilation. Had his inventory slots failed to equip a specialized conceptual relic to manual-override the properties of the target, his master engine was system-mandated to drive a head-on, pure energy-saturation campaign dense enough to completely and flawlessly shatter the absolute A.T. Field tracking the Fifth Angel.
Even when evaluating an absolute Apex Sovereign of his tier, an operational sequence of that classification layout-wise, failed to rank as an easy calculation.
Deep within the barren, sub-zero wilderness tracks anchoring the western quadrants of the American continent, a towering biological hull comfortably clearing the three-meter milestone stood rigidly independent. Plated within a highly majestic set of golden divine armor, a colossal battle-axe casually held inverted within his right palm, his level eyes evaluated the lone cowboy asset blockading his perimeter, his features flaring with an uninhibited, un-compromised arrogance.
"Does your processing genuinely calculate that the absolute system algorithms anchoring this terminal's layout have exclusively routed a solitary piece of domestic static like your file to manage this Beacon Node, hm?"
"Heh... it looks clinically precise that the Western District registries of this world line compress an aggregate muscle sheet that layout-wise, plummets short of matching our Eastern District records by multiple parameters."
Without a single microsecond of delay, he methodically hoisted his battle-axe—yet in the very next fraction of a second, the concrete masonry anchoring his boots violently and out of thin air fractured to pieces. A spinning, physics-defying sniper round violently punched out from a subterranean coordinate to transfix his cranium dead-center.
Pfft!
His premium divine armor plates and specialized battle-axe layout-wise, cede his file flat zero baseline protection; his cerebral cavity was cleanly and flawlessly transfixed by a single shot.
Pressurized whole essence violently sprayed out from the wound to paint the dirt.
And across a separate quadrant dominated by a miles-wide, arctic glacial tundra, a man commanding long, flowing golden hair sat with absolute composure atop the branches of a colossal, completely dead world tree, the sub-zero snow storms layer-by-layer painting his biological armor sheets in a heavy shroud of ice.
He lowered his upper eyelids to evaluate [The Void Paradise Beacon Node] anchoring the dirt below, the biological remains of the native Reincarnator vanguards who had historically thrown their bones against his perimeter smoothly and flawlessly dissolving into streams of digital data to vanish from the registry.
Thud, thud, thud.
A succession of crisp, beautifully clear boot plants violently roared across the dead silent airspace, a lone woman methodically dragging the steel of her greatsword across the concrete to close the distance.
The golden-haired man's twin pupils underwent a violent structural mutation. High across the airspace framing that woman's back plates, an infinite concentration of abstract, illusionary distortion waves was cascading outward to blanket several miles of local space, to the extent that his own ancestral bloodline alignment and absolute alignment to interface alongside his proprietary Deity were layout-wise, violently and step-by-step stripped of their system priorities.
[CRITICAL ALERT: System has successfully scanned and isolated un-identified high-tier Material Assets packaged deep within the internal biological tracks of Special Reincarnator EX051. Please fast-track your displacement to target the Rank Management Bureau to execute absolute Item Identification.]
[CRITICAL ALERT: System scans verify that the physical framework of Special Reincarnator EX051 has sustained direct conceptual contamination launched by un-mapped Material Components. Please initialize immediate access protocols targeting the Goddess's Shrine to evaluate the corresponding tactical data files.]
The exact microsecond his physical vessel logged a return to enter his private Personal Space, Kaito Shirogane monitored those bleeding, high-priority system alerts pop-flashing across his display.
The unrefined physical lacerations scoring his dermal armor had long since smoothly and flawlessly finished their autonomous cellular stitching; yet conversely... deep within the absolute core of his internal biological pathways, there layout-wise, undisputedly persisted a severe, hyper-volatile structural hazard.
Kaito Shirogane lazily dropped his right palm to rest levelly atop his chest coordinates, the exact position where the mechanical pulse wave of two separate, completely independent hearts synchronously and with absolute finality roared to life to shake his frame.
(End of Chapter)
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