The vines were still attempting to approach the cha, but they could no longer do so.
Those thinner vines, no thicker than an arm in diater, began to smoke before they even ca within five ters of the cha.
This was a form of total dissolution.
As if an invisible hand were erasing their existence, fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the vines. Then, those cracks grew more nurous and deeper, until the entire vine crumbled into powder—not even ash—simply dissipating into the air.
The thicker vines could hold out a little longer.
Those with diaters exceeding the thickness of a thigh, covered in hard bark, were able to pass through that layer of crimson light and truly touch the cha's armor.
And then? Then they began to disintegrate from within.
The bark burst, and the woody fibers turned into black charcoal as if corroded by sulfuric acid, the entire vine collapsing and decaying backward from the point of contact.
Three seconds. Even the thickest vines could only last for three seconds. Then, they would break into pieces, fall to the ground, and beco a pile of aningless fragnts.
The woman stood on the giant's shoulder.
Her complexion could no longer be described as rely "ugly." It was pale, as if she had lost too much blood.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping onto the bark beneath her feet.
She watched that white cha.
She watched those six crimson wings unfurled behind the cha.
She watched the strange long spear in the cha's hand.
She recognized that spear. Or rather, she recognized its shape.
Three spear tips, a spiral-shaped shaft, and a surface covered in flowing runes.
She had seen this description in the literature.
In that ancient book hidden in the deepest library of the Secret Party, which required the simultaneous permission of three elders to read; in those texts written in long-lost languages; in those passages repeatedly annotated, interpreted, and debated by generations of scholars.
She had seen the description of this spear.
It was a long spear that symbolized "destruction" and "divine punishnt."
Ancient scholars called it the "Spear of Inevitable Hit."
It was not because it had a highly precise targeting system.
It was because when it was thrown, the act of "hitting the target" had already beco an established fact.
It was as if history had already been written, the future had already occurred, and the destruction of the target was destined from the mont the spear left the hand.
But that should only be a myth.
rely a romanticized description by ancient scholars of so phenonon they could not understand.
Just a symbol, a taphor, a legend used to frighten the ignorant.
But now, that spear was held in the hand of that white cha.
It was condensed from the pure power of the Path of the Tower.
It truly existed.
It truly radiated that oppressive feeling that made her scalp tingle.
"No—" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Impossible—"
She raised her hands.
All the vines, all the tree roots, all the plants that could still move surged toward the cha at her command.
But it was useless. They couldn't even get close.
She gritted her teeth, and then, she made a decision.
She pulled a small bottle from her bosom.
A glass bottle filled with dark green liquid.
The liquid was glowing faintly, moving inside the bottle as if it were alive.
This was a secret dicine given to her by the Secret Party for ergencies.
After taking it, it could temporarily boost the Return Power, allowing the user to gain power beyond their own sequence for a short ti.
The price was falling into a long period of weakness afterward, or even possibly leading to sequence regression.
But she couldn't care about that anymore.
She uncorked the bottle and drank it in one gulp.
The mont the liquid entered her throat, she felt as if her body had been set on fire.
Not warmth, but burning.
Every nerve was screaming, and every cell was boiling.
Her consciousness was expanding, her connection to the primordial sea was deepening, and the power of the return surged into her body like a flood.
She could feel herself getting stronger.
But it wasn't enough. It still wasn't enough!
She opened her mouth to scream but could make no sound.
Green patterns began to appear on her skin—they were plant roots growing inside her blood vessels.
Her hair began to turn into vines, dancing in the air.
Her eyes turned a pure green, like two glowing gemstones.
sequence VI.
She had reached it.
At the cost of overdrawing everything.
But she had reached it.
The giant roared.
The entire forest responded to her will.
Those trees that had already been destroyed by the Path of the Tower began to regrow; broken roots reconnected, and shattered vines re-wove themselves.
It was not just the plants in the manor.
All the plants on the entire hill were converging toward her.
The underground root systems connected into a massive network, trees on the surface rose from the ground, and even the sleeping seeds in the distant farmland broke through the soil to sprout.
The giant was expanding.
From twenty ters to thirty ters.
From thirty ters to forty ters.
Its body was no longer a crude pile, but a true, structured body, like that of a living creature.
Tree trunks ford bones, vines ford muscles, bark ford armor, and root systems ford a neural network.
It raised its head and let out a roar that shook the heavens.
The woman stood on the giant's forehead.
Her body had rged with the giant.
Beneath her feet was bark, behind her were vines, and all around her were constantly growing plants.
She was no longer just a person.
She was the will of this giant.
She was the embodint of this forest.
She was—
She looked up at the sky.
That white cha had fully ascended.
Its six wings were unfurled, the crimson light particularly dazzling in the night sky.
The cha hovered at a height of over a hundred ters, looking down at the giant below.
Then, it struck a pose.
Its right arm pulled back, gripping that strange long spear.
Its left arm extended forward, pointing at the giant.
Its body leaned slightly forward.
The posture of throwing a spear.
The woman's pupils contracted.
She saw all the crimson light on the cha begin to converge toward the long spear.
The light of the six wings dimd, the light on the cha's armor dimd, and all the power was flowing into that spear.
The runes on the spear shaft began to flicker frantically, and the three spear tips began to vibrate, the humming sound growing °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° louder and louder, turning from a subtle resonance into a piercing shriek.
The air was twisting.
It was as if the very existence of that spear was warping reality.
Around it, space seed to be stretched; light was bending, sound was delayed, and even ti seed to beco viscous.
The woman mobilized all her power.
All of it.
She made the giant raise its arms to protect itself, she made countless vines weave into barriers in the air, and she even pulled out all the underground root systems, stacking them layer upon layer on the giant to form a defense thicker than a city wall.
And then.
The long spear was thrown.
A beam of crimson light fell straight down from the sky.
That beam was very thin.
As thin as a thread.
But it passed through everything.
The vine barriers in the air were torn apart like paper.
The giant's arms were pierced through like tofu.
The layered root armor was disregarded as if it didn't exist.
The long spear pierced through the giant's chest.
From top to bottom.
Straight, precisely, piercing through the position where the woman was standing.
And then, the explosion occurred.
It was as if everything had erupted in the sa instant.
At the giant's chest, the position pierced by the long spear, a blinding crimson light suddenly exploded.
The light was so dazzling that one could not look directly at it, as if a small sun had been detonated inside the giant.
The light expanded outward, engulfing the giant's upper body, engulfing the woman's figure, and engulfing all the vines and trees around it.
Imdiately following was the shockwave.
A visible, crimson shockwave spread in all directions from the center of the explosion.
Like ripples on water, or seismic waves during an earthquake, wherever it passed, the air twisted, the ground shook, and even the night sky seed to be dyed blood-red.
And within the shockwave, red lightning leaped.
Countless red lightning bolts.
They were like living snakes, slithering, leaping, and branching on the surface of the shockwave.
Each lightning bolt was searching for a target.
And their targets were everything that had a connection to the giant.
The trees that made up the giant's body were instantly struck by the lightning.
They did not burn, nor did they collapse.
Instead, they disintegrated directly.
Tree trunks burst from within, bark turned to powder, branches were cut off as if by an invisible saw, and the entire tree decomposed into countless fragnts in an instant.
The vines connected to the giant were likewise overtaken by the lightning.
The lightning spread backward along the veins of the vines, and every inch touched was disintegrating.
The vines were eroded as if by a fast-forwarded process of decay, turning from erald green to withered yellow, from withered yellow to charred black, from charred black to ash, and finally, even the ash dissipated into the air.
The underground root network, that massive web covering the entire hill, did not escape either.
Red lightning pierced through the ground, spreading wildly underground.
Roots trembled, twitched, and then disintegrated.
The earth began to crack, and countless fissures radiated outward from the manor, covering the entire hill like a spiderweb.
The entire forest was falling apart.
Those trees forced to grow by the woman's power, those ancient trees that had risen from the ground, those new shoots that had just broken through the soil.
They were all engulfed by the red lightning.
Like dominoes, one after another, they fell, shattered, and vanished.
The shockwave continued to spread.
It kicked up soil, whipped up gravel, toppled the manor's walls, and blew away the ruins of the buildings.
In the distance, the four people who had already escaped the manor were also knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the shockwave.
Victoria scread and covered her head, Charlotte was shielded beneath Reinhardt, and Frederick lay on the ground, feeling the entire world shaking.
The explosion lasted for about five seconds.
But it felt like an eternity.
Then, everything returned to calm.
The shockwave dissipated.
The red lightning vanished.
The blinding light also dimd.
Only ruins remained.
The giant was gone.
Or rather, it was still there, but it was no longer a giant.
Just a pile of shattered wood, broken vines, and crushed stones.
It lay on the ground like a demolished building, scattered into countless aningless fragnts.
The forest on the entire hill was gone too.
Those tall trees, those dense bushes, those vines that covered the surface.
All gone.
Only barren land remained, along with those charred marks still smoking.
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