The world was silent.
Only the silver-white projectile falling from the heavens remained.
The next instant, within the projectile, a tiny detonation mechanism was triggered.
In the Main Material Plane belonging to the Western Continent, there was Magic Power, Sacred Relics, as well as the Astral Realm and the Spirit Realm.
This was a plane with a drastically different set of world laws than the one in Shiayar's previous life.
But, even so, some concepts, some principles, still held a universal truth.
Whether it was Pet Beast's Skills, or Fabled Creatures' Authority, special ability, and Divine Arts, their principle was "to transform the power one holds into lethal force upon the enemy."
And even if it were advanced skills, High Order skills, the efficiency of transformation was extremely low.
Life had what's called a limit; even for Demigods or True Gods, the amount of power they could store was subject to a certain threshold.
But the object Shiayar was using at this moment shattered this extraordinary world's so-called common sense.
It followed the foundational rules created at the birth of the world.
Transforming the "mass" of material existence into the most pure "energy."
And at that moment, the device that Shiayar named the "Tsar Bomba," and the mana crystals stored inside it—what was their mass if not a thousand, a hundred thousand times more?
Then, a fraction of a moment later, within the sea of Magic Power crystallized into mana crystals, first, a Mana Factor quietly fell apart under the influence of the spell.
Next, the breakdown began an uncontrolled chain reaction.
From one to two, from two to four.
From four to eight, from eight to sixteen...
Without constraint, without limit, the cascading breakdown swept up all surrounding free Mana Factors into it, then recombined, releasing the mass.
Then, under the influence of the alchemy spell, it converted the collapsed mass, without any reservation, into the purest light and heat.
...
Sound disappeared. Color, too, followed it into nothingness.
Rushing glows stirred up countless vortexes, engulfing the grotesque Crimson Red Moon hanging in the sky and the entire Sacred City Camelot below.
In the thunderous roar of the flowing light, palaces made of metal and stone melted away in an instant, merging into a flowing river of magma.
Whether it was the buildings, or those like wandering souls, perpetually drifting in the Imaginary Zone of history's apparitions, all were obliterated under the scorching impact.
Even the three Knights of the Round Table, who had turned into the disciples of the Crimson Red Moon, fallen into the Blood Tribe, were in an instant erased within the dazzling starlight.
As Legendary knights, also blessed with the Divinity of the Crimson Moon, their bodies should not have been so fragile.
Yet somehow, those Legendary Blood Tribe bodies, which should have been able to self-heal limitlessly, melted away like ice and snow facing the brilliance of the Nuclear Explosion, unable to withstand it even for a moment.
And above the melting earth, only that lone, sinister Crimson Moon hanging in the sky remained.
At the same time, it was also the exact center of the Nuclear Explosion; the surrounding melted river of metal and Ashes was merely a byproduct of the catastrophe.
HUMMING HUMMING HUMMING HUMMING—
It wasn't in reality, for at this moment in the Main Material Plane, the extreme heat had already warped the air, the medium for sound to travel.
The ancient sound, resonating like the ringing of bronze, like the clashing of black iron, emanated from the image of the Crimson Moon deep within the Astral Realm.
That was the howl of the Crimson Moon.
He felt the Sacred City Camelot, His Divine Kingdom, continuously collapsing under the searing impact.
The divine body and Divine Kingdom, which had just begun to recover after the accumulation of two Eras, were now perishing at an astonishing rate, nearly ten thousand years of effort devastated in an instant. This destruction wasn't limited to the Sacred City Camelot or His Divine Kingdom manifested there.
In the past, His partially damaged divine body was hidden in the deepest reaches of the Astral Realm, invisible even to other True Gods.
But now, wanting to repair the divine body as swiftly as possible, to reshape the Divine Kingdom that was shattered at the end of the First Era, the Crimson Moon chose the most daring of methods, directly descending His half-damaged divine body upon the Main Material Plane.
Thus, every Divine Power genetic particle that made up the Godly Descent's Body of the Crimson Red Moon was exposed to the scorching onslaught.
And then, at a speed not very swift, yet unstoppable, the onslaught began erasing the Divine Power genetic particles that built the Godly body, eroding them bit by bit.
HUMMING HUMMING.
Above the Astral Realm, the Crimson Red Moon's rampaging divine thoughts displayed, for the first time, an incomprehensible shock.
The mystical yields to the older, more profound mysteries.
This is the axiom upheld by the realm of Fabled Creatures.
He was an ancient god, born in the Abyss early in the First Era, a venerable existence that experienced the divine war at the junction of the First Era and Second Era.
"The Original Moon," "Crimson Red Moon"...
This ancient deity had many revered names.
Therefore, shrouding His divine body was also the highest degree of mystery.