Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 507 - 241: Countless Have Shot Down Stars, But Only One Has Shattered Them

Chapter 507: Chapter 241: Countless Have Shot Down Stars, But Only One Has Shattered Them

The Hall of the Gods, that Bronze Palace above the distant heavens like a kingdom in the sky, at this moment collapses amid the nuclear explosion of divine power chains.

The metals that constructed this Hall of the Gods melt in the extreme light and heat, transforming into scorching lava.

Then, that molten metal resolidifies in the endless darkness and cold of the starry sky, congealing into countless distorted, shapeless bronze fragments.

Propelled by the immense kinetic energy contained in the explosion, thousands of remnants and fragments of the Bronze Palace pierce through the vast void separating the Sea of Stars and the earth.

Turning into one dazzling fire meteor after another, along with the imagery of the deities’ fall realized in the Astral Realm, plunging directly toward the void-side of the Western Continent.

In the Far North’s ice field, golden meadows, pitch-black The Tower, deep within the silent forest sea...

On this day, countless intelligent beings emerged from their dwellings.

Looking up at the night sky to admire the spectacular scene of stars falling like rain.

And in the Astral Vision, which ordinary people cannot perceive and only the Legendary can activate.

Whether it be the Bronze Palace’s fragments or the residual divinity, divine body, and Authority Fragments within them.

All are penetrated, swallowed, heading toward the distant other side of the night sky.

Then, an explosion.

Brilliant light imprints were engraved upon the sky, dyeing the entire Astral Realm a blood-like crimson.

This is the meteor shower of the extreme sky.

But in the eyes of the Fabled Creatures who know the truth, it now seems like a blood rain symbolizing calamity’s arrival.

...

Shiayar snapped his fingers lightly.

In the next instant, the deadly light dissipated.

In the night sky, that silver-white sniper rifle resounded with a booming sound, then shattered.

Reforming into myriad pitch-black invincible metal particles, like a phantom black river, spreading throughout the stars.

"According to reports from thirty-five divine power detection arrays within the Astral Realm."

"Detected—thirteen divine power fluctuations in the direction of the Astral Realm have all disappeared."

"Second confirmation—the thirteen divine power fluctuations in the Astral Realm have completely vanished."

Jayee’s fairy wings shimmered with a blood-red glow, and streams of data flowed back from the previously set up detection arrays above the Astral Realm into Jayee’s database.

Then, compiled into precise and reliable information, it was voiced by Jayee’s clear and cold mechanical sound.

"It seems that the first test on the Mythical Armament ’Fantasy Collapse’ was quite successful."

"It certainly didn’t disgrace its ’Meteor Stream’ codename."

"Ennie, can you now display an expression of shock and admiration intertwined, then say that corresponding line?"

Reclaiming the invincible metal flowing in the air, Shiayar gazed at the meteor shower descending from the distant night sky, couldn’t help but whistle beside him.

His voice had just fallen when immediately after.

From the far distance.

The slightly delayed Blast Wind also reached Atlantis.

Dispersed the clouds, shook the houses, overturned the mountains and forests, shook the earth, and swept past.

Leaving behind only the reappearing beautiful bright moon and the boundless starry sky.

The wild flowing wind howled in, blowing Enola’s golden hair.

She looked with her sky-blue beautiful eyes beside her—

The black-haired, black-eyed young man stood shoulder to shoulder with her, observing the scene before them.

The bright moonlight shone on his profile, sharply defined.

"Still, always loves to show off in front of people, huh?"

"And after each show-off, always childishly wants others to play along as your straight man."

She reached out her slender fingers, smoothing the golden strands blown across her forehead.

"However."

Enola slowly raised her head, gazing at the side profile of the young man before her.

Then, spoke softly.

"These are words from my heart—"

"There are countless who bring down stars."

"But those who shatter stars, only one..."

From the very beginning, Enola never doubted Shiayar’s victory, no matter how grand his goals, how unrealistic they seemed, perhaps even absurd.

Because, as long as Shiayar truly decided to do something, then he would definitely accomplish it, even if it appeared to be in the most desperate of dire straits, the young man would eventually turn the tide.

She always believed that Shiayar could win, no matter who the opponent was.

Such trust undoubtedly seemed emotional, and illogical.

But, Enola’s heart always believed.

Because, from the very first encounter on the boundless snowfield, it has always been so.

From Ceylon to Knowledge City Lokiya, from the Empire Capital to the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden, from the Borgia family banquet to the last years when Fabled Creatures lingered in the Divine Era...

No matter if the opponent was a Legendary Rank Beastmaster like Guderian Borgia or a true ancient god, the final result had never changed in the slightest.

And this time, it would be no exception either.

Yet, at this moment, looking at Shiayar’s lighthearted and secretly pleased appearance, Enola’s heart didn’t feel the joy of accomplishing great deeds or the downfall of a formidable adversary.

Only heartache.

"But..."

"Isn’t this tiring?"

Enola looked at Shiayar’s right hand hanging beside his body, with those trembling fingertips, uttered a whisper only the young man before her could hear.

Because she knows Shiayar too well, she understands just how much effort Shiayar has put forth for the scene before her.

The Mythical Armament "Fantasy Collapse," which took down thirteen True Gods in one strike—even with Jayee’s computational assistance and help from a mole, achieving this wouldn’t have been as effortless as it appears. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

During the launch of the Origin Bullet and the chain ending of the spiritual spell "Fantasy Collapse," countless variables were at play.

If even one of those minute variables deviated slightly, the final result of this divine warfare would have led to an entirely different conclusion.

To eliminate all these variables, he had to continuously compute, estimate, and correct—

Exhaustively searching and traversing every possible branching possibility.

Only then could it finally lead to that one outcome...

Even with Shiayar’s current spiritual power, such computational load exceeded the limits of his mental capacity.

In those mere tens of minutes earlier, every second Shiayar’s mind was under an overwhelming overload.

And the consequence of such overload and spiritual power exhaustion is that Shiayar’s mental strength has weakened to the point where he can’t even fully control the trembling of his limbs.

Yet despite this, he still managed to put on an unaffected facade before him.

"If right now, by your side—"

"it were Su Lun, that would have been good."

She whispered silently.

At this moment, Enola couldn’t help but think of her best friend, the black-haired Dawn Saintess.

If it were that genius girl who had unimaginable talent in the mechanical domain.

Then surely at this moment, Su Lun would be by Shiayar’s side, assisting with the operation of that magictech equipment and even aiding in the design and computation of "Fantasy Collapse" spiritual spell and "Origin Bullet," wouldn’t she?

Rather than being like her, helplessly watching.

That way, you wouldn’t be so exhausted, would you?

Listening to Enola’s words, Shiayar couldn’t help but pause slightly.

He shook his right hand, subconsciously wanting to hide it behind him, but eventually stopped.

After a long time, Shiayar finally smirked bitterly: "Indeed, in front of you alone—"

"My pretense seems meaningless, even a bit clownish, Ennie."

Having said this much, Shiayar stopped pretending.

In his dark eyes, an indescribable gloom and fatigue flickered.

Without any greetings or pleasantries, Shiayar directly collapsed onto the girl’s lap.

"It’s a pity you didn’t wear white silk today, Ennie."

After saying this last sentence, he didn’t care about his image and directly passed out on Enola’s lap.

Five minutes later, Shiayar opened his eyes again.

Those dark eyes regained their original luster, but deep within, there remained a hardly noticeable fatigue.

He rose from Enola’s lap pillow.

"Let’s go, it’s time to set off."

Enola gazed at him with those azure blue eyes: "Have you rested well?"

"Partly recovered."

"Though not in peak and perfect condition, but temporarily sufficient."

Shiayar stretched.

"Most importantly, we don’t have time to slowly recover here now."

"The True Gods who fell previously in the astral sky were indeed strong deities."

"However, they aren’t the entirety of the Fabled Creatures remaining in the First Era."

"Though the end is near, it’s still the Last Years of the Divine Era, a time belonging to Fabled Creatures."

The spell of "Fantasy Collapse" can only be effective once, after being guarded against it becomes difficult to work again, and we have no new mole to assist in the operation.

If the remaining Fabled Creatures’ react, start teaming up, and even absorb the Authority of the fallen gods and their followers on the Western Continent to strengthen themselves, things will become troublesome again.

Only now, while the True Gods have fallen, the astral realm is in turmoil, and other Fabled Creatures and Demigods remain confused, is the best time to annihilate them in one go.

In Empress Isadella’s words...

"In this land where humans support each other and stand strong, there is no place for lofty deities."

"Since those old crones cling to their high positions unwilling to leave, let me send them off on their final journey."

Shiayar considered the now pitch-black title of "Godslayer" in his mind.

"Actually, compared to ’Godslayer,’ I prefer the title ’Twilight of the Gods’ more."

"Moreover—"

Shiayar paused his words.

Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Crimson, and Master—"

"They are waiting for me."

Next to Shiayar, Enola gently nodded.

"Alright."

She worries for Shiayar, offers her opinions and views.

But when Shiayar truly makes a decision, there’s nothing for Enola to do but execute and follow unconditionally.

The figures of both flickered.

When the dispersed starlight faded away, the figures of Shiayar and Enola were gone.

...

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