A navy blue suit of armor, matching the color of Jean's cloak, appeared on her body.
Hands, feet, shoulders, chest, waist—perhaps this was just Jean's mental image of armor, but it didn't look like a proper set of mail.
Fortunately, this armor was merely a manifestation of energy, not primarily intended for defense.
In Jean's own perception, this armor represented a deeper level of life force, more powerful yet more dangerous. At the same time, Burst Mode brought a terrifying drain; her remaining energy would last only a few seconds before she was completely spent.
But Jean wasn't without replenishment. She pulled a small crystal of Cthugha from her spatial pouch, popped it into her mouth, crushed it, and swallowed.
The vitality within was fully absorbed by Jean's body, and the residual will of the Evil God was instantly crushed by her surging mental power.
'Every time I master a new power, a sense of satisfaction fills my heart. Now, I shall share this feeling with you—though in the form of pain.'
Charging forward, Jean was like a streak of starlight, leaving a trail of stardust crystal particles behind her.
Gawain was the first in her path. With Lancelot incapacitated, Gawain was arguably the strongest among them.
She swung her blade, trailing starlight, only for it to be parried by Gawain's holy sword. Just as he thought Jean would retreat again, she launched a pursuit.
Enormous force knocked the holy sword aside as she punched Gawain's torso. The Stardust Wind coiled around her fist erupted, dealing a two-fold damage like a heavy hammer.
Sensing the nature of Burst Mode at this moment, Jean's smile widened.
Although she had devoured the inheritance of the Stardust Dragon lineage, Jean was not a dragon. Just as she couldn't use a breath attack directly, she couldn't rely on instinct to wield the power within her bloodline.
What she could do was interpret the information within and manifest that power in her own way. This was precisely what humans excelled at.
Combining the basic theory of Burst Mode with her own desires, she formed a version of Burst Mode unique to herself.
Not only did it tap into the deeper powers of life, but Jean's reinforcement spells were also fully integrated into Burst Mode.
This wasn't just a simple burst or a boost to base stats; it was the liberation of her bodily control.
Earlier, to maintain her reinforced state, she couldn't use Stardust Wind or any martial techniques. She had to rely entirely on conscious will to dictate her actions, resulting in a repetitive hit-and-run cycle.
This was why the formation of the Knights of the Round Table had been able to restrict her movements.
But now, it was completely different. The physical abilities enhanced by Burst Mode felt as natural as if she were born with them. She could change movements and weave abilities at will, and the Stardust Wind once again swirled around her.
First, Gawain was sent flying into the air, struck by a simulated Strike Air.
Next, Bedivere, who rushed to help, had his silver arm shattered and was knocked down.
Then, Gaheris, who also approached, had her armor sliced open and took a heavy blow to her helmet, staggering back.
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Then, Artoria, seated upon the high platform, could finally endure no more. The defeat of the Round Table Knights of Favonius disappointed her, and the sight of her harem being pummeled filled her with immense rage.
The divine pressure, representing a deity, now converged entirely on Jean alone, acting like a materialized gravity field trying to force her to the ground.
In a circle around Jean, the ground sank. Even the lilies bowed their heads, and those withered flowers whose vitality had been drained turned directly to ash.
'Submit to me!'
'In your dreams!'
Gritting her teeth, she resisted with all her might. This wasn't just physical pressure; it was primarily a mental assault. Countless thoughts of giving up, failing, and surrendering echoed in her mind.
This was not only the suppression of a god over a human but also the absolute command of a high-ranking dragon species over a lower one, rooted in their bloodlines.
It was as if countless voices were whispering in Jean's ear:'Submit to her, kneel before her, and you shall find happiness.'
Only a faint coolness from the pendant on her chest stood by Jean's will. Recalling that icy blue figure, Jean suddenly understood something.
'So that's how it is,' Jean murmured, her body swaying. 'That's why I felt so annoyed deep down.'
Struggling to stand firm, she shouted at the top of her lungs:
'In this lifetime, I will only allow that woman to look down on me like that! No one else... SIM·PLY·NOT·AL·LOWED!!!'
Reaffirming her will, Jean looked Lia straight in the eye. Even as the pressure intensified, it could no longer affect her.
[Trait Acquired: seven deadly sins - Pride]
At that moment, White Wind, stabbed into the ground to support Jean's body, began to glow with a red light.
'Special Condition: Become an enemy of the Red Dragon God—Met. Red-Eyed Demon King Shabranigdu has gazed upon you.'
'Special Condition: Resist the will of the Red Dragon God—Success. Red-Eyed Demon King Shabranigdu has acknowledged you.'
'Red-Eyed Demon King Shabranigdu is willing to share his power with you.'
'Are you willing to walk the path of destruction with him?'
'Just destroy it already. Hurry up.'
As Jean's words fell, it felt as though a great will had appeared by her side.
Pulling up White Wind, the crimson energy coiling around it condensed an exceptionally powerful will of destruction, as if it intended to annihilate everything in existence.
But Jean felt no fear. Instead, she began to chant the incantation that surfaced in her mind.
'Darker than twilight, redder than blood, appearing in the flow of time, your great name!'
The surrounding Knights of the Round Table instinctively shuddered, as if a great calamity was about to descend.
Each of them summoned every ounce of courage to charge at Jean.
'I swear in this darkness, against all the foolish things that stand before us, by our combined power...'
Arrows and swords turned to ash the moment they touched the crimson energy surrounding Jean.
'Grant them equal destruction. —Dragon Slave (Drag Slave)!'
As the chant concluded, the crimson energy descended with endless destruction. Everything, except for the protected Jean herself, was swept away.
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