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In a daze, she suddenly thought of something.

She pointed one finger at the train's ceiling and the other at the train's floor.

"Heaven and Earth..."

"I have this feeling that saying this line will get me cut short in the future?!"

"Is it an illusion?"

Xing scratched his head in confusion.

However, the feel is a bit strange when pointing downwards!

"Star Passenger, you've poked Pampa!"

Xing looked down upon hearing this and saw Pam holding a broom.

Pam was looking up at the stars, fuming.

At the heart of this landscape, Otto looked at the two warriors who had arrived.

Having been baptized by the tree of imaginary numbers, I am "infinite."

"How you intend to conquer the infinite... I shall wait and see."

The power of the Herrscher of the Void and the power of the Stigmata converged, breaking the imaginary energy storm surrounding Otto.

"Ha, is this how you conquer 'infinity'?"

"This is a gross underestimation of the power of a false god."

"Stigmata, Herrscher..."

"You think you can surpass the 'original self' by relying on the shadows of these imaginary numbers?"

"If you can do that, I'd be happy to accompany you to the end."

In the midst of this "fierce" battle, Otto spoke once again:

"Girls, do you think I'm cruel?"

Kiana and Durandal remained silent, focused on the battle at hand, while Otto continued with a smile:

"Let me teach you the cruel way."

"Anyone who falls down should be given another push!"

No matter what he said, Durandal and Kiana remained calm.

"Your desire to perform is really strong today," Durandal said calmly.

"Isn't that something you usually say after the performance?" Otto said, still smiling.

Suddenly, flames slashed across his body, leaving a deep wound, but in the blink of an eye, it healed completely.

"Because your performance was almost over!"

The knight's lance pierced through the barrier of the imaginary number, and the Herrscher of Fire's greatsword crashed down, carrying the power of several Herrschers and the hatred of countless people.

Under this immense force, Otto was sent flying backward, crashing violently into the stage he had set up, and his "false god" persona was dispelled.

He landed awkwardly, crashing heavily to the ground.

She really, really wanted to travel into the light screen and wield that kind of power!

However, it would be better if she were to become like Otto, since she is the Black Tower.

A human, female, young, beautiful, and adorable Lady Black Tower.

The most urgent task is to quickly seize that vast and boundless treasure.

"What a slippery eel! Has it quickly concealed its information and traces?"

However, how could such concealment possibly escape the notice of Black Tower?

【"it's useless……"

Otto struggled to his feet and said hoarsely:

"As long as this space remains bathed in the blessings of the Tree of Imaginary Numbers,"

"My power will be continuously regenerated..."

"You...can't kill me..."

"The power that cannot be 'reorganized' is absolutely infinite..."

"Relying solely on the Herrscher of the Void..."

"You can't do it!"

Having shed his false god persona, Otto appeared incredibly weak at this moment.

Kiana seized the opportunity and sent Otto flying with a single sword strike.

"It's now!"

Durandal charged in on her warhorse, delivering Kiana's final blow.

She leaped up resolutely and threw the spear in her hand with all her might.

Otto was pinned firmly to the pillar.

Kiana planted her greatsword aside, and the power of the Herrscher of the Void began to be unleashed at full force.

"Let your 'authority' be buried with you!"

Under the power of the Herrscher of the Void's reorganized imaginary numbers, Otto seemed to be struggling to pull out the spear embedded in his chest, but he was powerless and could only watch himself slowly being swallowed by the imaginary numbers.

"Mom, Dad, Ms. Himeko, class representative, Theresa..."

"This is what you owe them all!"

With the eruption of the power of "Void", the power of the "False God" completely disappeared.

However, at the end of the battle, neither of the two powerful Valkyries noticed—

A slight smile played on Otto's lips.

In that instant, Otto will also gain a moment of "freedom".

If my speculation is correct, Otto's ultimate goal may not be this.

Li Sushang smiled too; she was genuinely happy for Otto.

Five hundred years is too long. It's time for his unburied body to be laid to rest.

The final words of Chapter 83

Otto's mental landscape quickly disintegrated, and the girls returned to where they started.

Before they could even catch their breath, that familiar voice rang out once again.

"Well done, Bianca, Kiana."

“That voice—” Even Durandal, who had maintained her composure all along, couldn’t help but be surprised.

Kiana, realizing what was happening, immediately looked around warily, but couldn't find Otto.

His voice, as calm as ever, carried a hint of relief he had never felt before.

"Don't be nervous...you two are powerful warriors."

"You did indeed reverse the rules above 'false gods' in an instant, turning my spirit into the wandering ghost I am now."

"Soon, everything will fall into place according to your will... so before that, I congratulate you."

"I'm not some kind of prophet!"

Without the affectation and pretentiousness of the past, he was like an old man who calmly accepted death.

"Congratulations on defeating 'dominance' and 'restraint.' Congratulations on stopping me from destroying your history and your people."

"Of course... I also congratulate myself, that I can finally say goodbye to my life without any regrets."

"...Bishop, we stopped that insane plan you spoke of." Now, Durandal once again made the request she had made countless times to Otto:

"Now, isn't it time to tell us your true purpose?"

She had already made some guesses based on Otto's earlier words.

They paid such a price to kill the bondage back then, and in the new era, the Lawbringer of the bondage simply vanished along with someone who was determined to die.

"Ha...you're quite persistent, Bianca."

"What, even now—you still refuse to see me as an enemy?"

To Otto's question, Durandal answered without hesitation: "Of course I cannot forgive what you did to me. But I will not forget your guidance and support."

"And even now I still believe..."

“Deep down, you still believe in some form the things you taught us to believe.”

"Ah...stubborn child."

"To be honest, from the very beginning today, I hoped that all of you would stand against me and treat me as a heinous criminal—"

"While the former did succeed, the latter did indeed fail."

"Oh dear, should I feel annoyed or relieved?"

"...Regardless, you did defeat me, and in that instant, you also defeated 'He' behind me."

"This is a remarkable achievement—by making good use of those experiences, you will eventually overcome the Honkai and bring lasting light to the world you cherish."

"And I finally have the opportunity... to do something similar to the world I cherish. To be precise, to return a lost torch to 'her' hands."

"She...?" Kiana asked, puzzled.

"Could it be..." The name resurfaced in Durandal's mind once again.

"Haha, it seems you all guessed the answer, didn't you?"

“That’s right… Before you crushed me, although I came infinitely close to ‘God,’ I was ultimately nothing more than a slave to the Tree of Imaginary Numbers.”

“I am firmly bound to the intrinsic world, and although I do possess the power to reshape it, I have no freedom whatsoever.”

"So, I made this bet from the very beginning—"

"I bet that human will can create a momentary miracle, that it can cause the 'laws' of the Tree of Imaginary Numbers to become disordered and subjugated in that brief instant."

"Kiana Kaslana. The child I once called K423. In the past, the power of love enabled you to do this—"

"Now, I have proven that anger can do the same thing."

"I bet my last hope of reviving Kallen on this... and it proved that I won the bet."

Even though they are in different worlds, those who remember can still see the brilliant light shining in Otto's memory, a memory that is enough to move most of them.

Emotions are the best medium for conveying memories.

"A miracle that only the Herrscher of the Void can create—the 'reorganization of the imaginary space' that instantly freezes everything that was originally 'infinite'."

"It allowed that wedge of the world, that origin I carefully chose, to take root and sprout in new soil."

“This is something I could never have done when I held power but was a slave.”

"That means... in order to recreate the world of five hundred years ago, you must transcend reality, become a part of the imaginary space, and become a 'slave' to the Tree of Imaginary Numbers."

"And in order to change that world, to change that person's fate, you must exile yourself? Even if the result of doing so is... you will die. Even your 'existence' will come to a complete end."

"Of course. Don't you think things are a win-win situation?"

"Just like Prometheus stole fire from the gods—"

"In that miraculous moment, I was able to bring the power beyond reality from the 'Tree of Imaginary Numbers' to the 'World's Purification Ceremony.'"

"It both created a historical detour and freed me from the need to destroy the 'world' you love."

"Although the latter is not important to me, but..."

"Thank you for allowing me to witness a miracle that belongs only to her and me in the last moments of my life."

"The ladder to conquer the crumbling heavens has now revealed its first stone steps to you; the path is winding and almost impassable."

"But at its end, there is indeed light."