Just as Phaethon’s wings fluttered slightly, intent on pressing the advantage and pointing the edge of World-Saving Dawn once more at the flying-backward Zephyro, the spatial structure of the entire battlefield suddenly underwent a dramatic transformation!
Celenova’s icy will acted like an invisible hand, swapping the Anti-matter Legion scattered near Amphoreus and even in more distant star systems like pieces on a chessboard, transporting them at faster-than-light speeds and precisely deploying hundreds of millions of voidrangers directly before Phaethon in an instant!
In the blink of an eye, Phaethon’s field of vision was filled with an endless sea of twisted creations.
Distorted voidrangers converged into a black tide stretching beyond sight. Among them, tens of thousands of Doomsday Beasts stood like moving iron mountains, their chest-mounted anti-matter engines flickering with ominous deep red glow;
Millions of Stormbringers circled around, their churning energy force fields distorting space itself.
Every cannon muzzle, every energy focal point, at that sa mont, locked tightly onto the only figure in that starry expanse—Phaethon.
The prelude to destruction played silently.
The next instant, energy beams, physical projectiles, distorted force fields... every known and unknown form of destructive attack rged into a torrent of destruction capable of instantly vaporizing most of a star system and completely zeroing out the blueprint of civilization.
Like the universe itself roaring, Celenova led this Anti-matter Legion in an all-directional, saturation barrage and convergence upon Phaethon’s position!
The energy radiance gathered from billions of attacks montarily exceeded even the brightness of the several stars surrounding the Amphoreus system!
Extre white light devoured everything, as if to completely erase that region of space and everything within it from the physical level.
Yet, facing this tsunami of destruction that would make even ordinary Emanators brace themselves or even avoid its edge, Phaethon’s gaze remained calm as a deep pool.
He didn’t even assu any evasive posture, simply floating in place as if what approached was not a raging torrent of destruction but rely a negligible interstellar breeze.
This concentrated attack, whose magnitude even Emanators couldn’t fully match, while imnse in scale, could no longer attract his slightest regard in terms of quality.
At the very mont the destructive torrent was about to engulf him—
Phaethon released his left hand, which had been gripping the sword. The amber greatsword Eternal Fla of Preservation, as if possessing sentience, floated beside him, still radiating its gentle yet resolute radiance.
And he simply raised his left hand calmly, palm forward, and gently pressed against the roaring destructive torrent.
Hum——
A seemingly thin amber barrier silently unfolded from his palm as its center.
Upon the barrier flowed ancient patterns like rivers of stars, radiating a sense of "this object endures, all things yield."
The next mont, the violent attack torrent, capable of tearing apart stars and reshaping galaxies, violently crashed against this seemingly fragile amber barrier!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The destructive torrent, the mont it touched the amber barrier, instantly shattered, disintegrated, and scattered into billions of harmless energy ripples, like violent waves crashing against an ancient reef, accompanied by a low energy whimper!
All kinetic energy, all thermal radiation, all distorting force fields... all forms of attack, the mont they contacted the amber radiance, were neutralized and smoothed by a more fundantal law of "Preservation," silently annihilating and dissipating.
Behind the barrier, Phaethon’s form remained completely still, not even a strand of hair on his forehead or a fold in his robe disturbed.
Absolute power brought absolute composure.
Before this barrier of "Preservation" forged from thirty million cycles of reincarnation, the full-force strike of the Anti-matter Legion appeared utterly pale and powerless.
"Pseudo-Omniscience Domain, open."
Phaethon’s words were like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, stirring ripples across the entire battlefield.
In an instant, an invisible and intangible perceptual domain, encompassing the sea of stars, rapidly expanded and spread from him as its center!
Sky granted him the "path" to perceive all trajectories and flows—the paths of energy beams, the ripples of spatial distortion—all as clear as viewing lines on his palm.
Earth allowed him to see through the "foundations" and "veins" of all existence—whether the energy cores of legion creations or the subtle "anchors" left by Celenova during spatial swaps.
Ocean brought the "informational tides" connecting all things flooding into his perception—hostility, killing intent, even the most subtle tremors of spatial structure—all clear as tides.
And the mont this torrent of information converged from three great authorities flooded into Phaethon’s mind, it was taken over by the authority of Reason.
It transford into an ultimate processor beyond mortal imagination, analyzing, summarizing, and deducing this vast and endless information in an instant, penetrating to the essence!
Within several light-years, the structural information of all matter, energy, and space, and even their possible evolution trajectories in the next few seconds, were all laid out like star charts within his consciousness, every detail visible.
Celenova’s every exquisite and ever-changing spatial swap, using the legion torrent as cover; the precise locations of energy cores, armor weak points, attack intervals of every Anti-matter Legion unit, from the weakest voidrangers to the massive Doomsday Beasts—everything held no secrets before Phaethon’s eyes!
This was—Pseudo-Omniscience!
Though not true omniscience and omnipotence, at this mont, in this place, on this battlefield, he controlled all variables, saw through all truths and falsehoods!
BOOM——!!!
The next mont, Phaethon moved! He no longer needed to blindly charge and kill, nor would he give Celenova any chance to conceal herself.
On the path to Celenova, no matter how much of the Anti-matter Legion stood in the way—whether oceans of voidrangers or walls of Doomsday Beasts—they were instantly charged through, disintegrated, and reduced to cosmic dust before the gleaming platinum radiance of World-Saving Dawn!
No matter where Celenova concealed herself within the legion torrent using spatial swaps, trying to regroup or launch a surprise attack, Phaethon’s form would, in the next instant, directly pierce through layers of enemy defenses and, wielding the rebirth-proclaiming World-Saving Dawn, cut through to her front!
Celenova’s spatial puzzle domain shattered into pieces beneath Phaethon’s sword, forcing her to repeatedly abandon attacks and positioning, hastily and even sowhat awkwardly fleeing ti and again, relying on frequent spatial jumps to evade Phaethon’s relentless pursuit.
And throughout this seemingly endless chase and breakthrough process, the radiance of the greatsword World-Saving Dawn—"the sword that proclaims dawn through the ringing of bells"—did not dim from continuous combat, but grew brighter and brighter, purer and purer!
An intangible, awe-inspiring pressure began to spread from the blade.
Every being with keen perception could foresee that when the "Dawn" unleashed its final, all-ending strike, the radiance and power it released would surely shake the entire galaxy, becoming an eternal instant inscribed in the universe’s mory!
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