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Damascus immediately cast numerous protection and life-saving lines to all of Lautus Tunguska's disciples. From Elon that is drifting using an armored vehicle, to Jaro who was in the middle of fighting the big figure of Bearing Edge.

The Quilled Dragon nonchalantly sat with crossed legs on top of the smashed carriage. "Someone is protecting you. There is nothing I can do. The sky is red, and we're within the presence of a higher being that is out of this world." He immediately relinquished his moment by taking a sip from his smoking pipe. "Better watch the spectacle before it stops existing."

Jaro, who thought that the Quilled Dragon was somewhat sensible, grunted and immediately sat on the ground as he anchored both of her hands behind to lean. "I can't believe someone as cool headed as you are on the side of the one who did the worst atrocities."

The unknown figure of the sky shattering machination conjured an object onto her palm. An hourglass, to be precise.

"Lues, did you feel any malicious 'World Core' within this universe?" asked the blue-haired petite figure with droopy eyes.

The crimson phantom replied in a laid back manner as she laid her side in a sleeping position on the air, letting her long bangs unveiling her runic red eyes, "Mmmhh~ seems like we're within one of the Major Timelines within this World Line. Can't change anything or else the Genesis will retaliate in response if you destroy this 'Neamh'. Might be a great time to take a vacation.

"You must be really tired of piloting the World Eater on your back for more than 800 years. Huhuhuh, Isn't that right, Pitka?"

"Uuuhh." Pitka wanted to agree but it seemed like she had complications that made her feel guilty when being ease of herself. "Well, I'm sure that another timeline travel would be great for our productivity," she said with a flat tone.

She then tried to flip the hourglass, trying to see if there was any reaction from the unknown artifact. There was a faint spark of blue from the holy sands, Pitka sighed the moment she noticed it.

"Our artifact has run out of fuel." She then desperately shook it up and down as if she was showing her feeling of distress. "That stupid Chronos, why would she put a slow recharge runes within the circuit of this thing? It's like, limiting the water that is coming out from the tap. There is no positive function of it whatsoever, the essence from the timestream is unlimited. It doesn't make sense."

"You have been complaining about that artifact for more than 200 years already."

"That bitch, even though she was already dead, she still makes things hard for me… Stupid Chronos."

The eternally grinning phantom began to show concern for his rather unstable friend. "So how long will it recharge?"

"Fifty years," answered Pitka with a disgusted deadpan. "We're trapped in this timeline for a bloody fifty years."

"Hey! Look at the good side!" The crimson phantom flew to the front of her partner, lightly gesturing her hand that was cuffed against one and another. "We're within a Major Timeline! Which means that there won't be any soul disparities and you don't need to feel that hellish pain anymore!"

"Right, I'm still not used to seeing this side of you. Even after many years." The giant machination of doom gradually began to dissipate into wafting beautiful shards that crumbled into tiny glowing particles. "A vacation it is then."

"Heh."

Both of the time travelers appeared in a rather awkward spot within a battlefield in-between two large scale armies. However, they realized that someone had been creating a massive concealment dome to hide their existence from the Association of this era.

Feeling a little bit grateful, Pitka, the bearer of the World Eater, wanted to say her thanks to those above the sky, sitting on a throne. Although, she did capture a hidden transmission that let her knew that someone was instructing the officer lady on a throne and now that person was on her way to this area.

"We'll just wait here, I suppose." Pitka looked uneasy while excited at the same time. "The great rift has been hidden, resulting in fewer complications. Someone is going to come here, maybe we could ask for a food or two."

"You looked a bit more excited than you should." Lues, the crimson phantom, amusedly sneered.

"I haven't talked nor went face to face with the people other than you and the Inquisitors." Pitka fiddled with her gloved fingers. "It's been 600 years since I talked with a stranger."

The war gradually started to continue once again although the Faranor Citadel's force began to show a sign of reluctance. They were conflicted on whether retreating or trying to risk forward and hope that they didn't disrespect and taunt the immaculate being within their current area.

Although it was clear that the wavelength that both of the foreigners were a thousand times denser than that of Damascus, there seemed to be something that was layering their existence like the effect of symbols pill usage.

With the complicated situation on the board, Faranor Citadel went for a defensive and higher fortification. The Bearing Edge's members might be smart enough to stop retaliating but those Calamities were not.

"I hope Lord Ouroboros arrives here soon." Damascus shivered, there were sweats everywhere within her body. "This amount of mana quality is out of this world, it's even higher than ten of the infinity crystal that the Lord has created."

One of the flying wyrms rushed to the two of the most powerful beings within Neamh, thinking that it was a prey. The blue foreigner merely glanced its runic eyes and the Calamity was instantly condensed into a singularity, erasing and transferring all of its existence to a point of one—something incomprehensible and unretrievable within this plane of existence.

"That's an overkill," said the crimson phantom.

"Ah, one of my parallel minds sucks at equations." The light-blue haired figure nodded in acknowledgement that she did an extreme overkill. "Destroying countless worlds will make you like that."

"Well, you do remember that a small singularity was tend to be used by the heavenly warrior to track you down, right?" A jolly smile appeared on the crimson phantom's face.

"Wait, isn't that only work when I open the rest of my Athenaeums!?"

"No, you dork. It happens regardless because the singularity itself is a pathway that connects to heaven."

"Well shit."

Usually, Pitka had always done this technique on a larger scale with the help of her doomsday device that could pierce deep into the center of the universe it was in. It was the first time in hundreds of years that she used it on a small scale, enough for an entity from an unknown plane to capture the signal and go through it.

Just like what Lues had predicted, the single point of everything it had consumed enlarged by a third party's energy, creating a portal of swirling white and lighting before spewing a giant figure with four wings spanning a hundred meters into the sky.

The shockwave from the moment the heavenly figure brandished its wings erupted a huge tremor, destroying everything within the vicinity of kilometers below the feathery destruction. Many died and were mangled by the wind in the process. Thankfully, the Lautus Tunguska's disciples had been granted a powerful protection to negate the damage. Then again, it almost broke in just a single gush of those wings, it won't survive another wave of any kind of attack that the Angel would throw at the innocent surrounding.

Damascus immediately channeled more of her mana to amplify the protection force field of the disciples. She then rushed to the ground at sonic speed, retrieving both of the captured target and the disciples to the platform she conjured above the sky near her throne.

With that, the first test of the disciples and their capture target was as follows.

Guda with one of Dante's Lead mercenaries.

Elon with two personnel of Stunted Turtles and one from Steel Stugs.

Carla with two Valkyries that happened to be near her.

Jojo with a slave master.

Ragoni with one of the shady looking rich merchants.

And lastly, Jaro with one of the Quilled Dragons.

"Why did you let her take you!?" Jaro shouted at the laidback Quilled Dragon that was enjoying his tobacco.

"It seems interesting." The Quilled Dragon then blew the colorful smoke to Jaro's face. "I'll take this as my vacation."

Damascus then amplified a ton of numerous layers to her platform's circuit formation. Grinning in distress as her eyes were too focused on her circuit craft, the Erinyes haven't been this scared before.

'The fight between two of those immaculate beings would be a catastrophe to this continent,' Damascus thought. 'Only a few minutes left before the Lord's arrival, I hope that it won't be too late by then'

Meanwhile, in the center of the future catastrophe, the destroyer of worlds frowned and showed a huge amount of anxiety within her runic eyes as if she had been in this situation before.

"El'tael, it's you again."

With the appearance of a young lady with a spear, the angel arched her closed-eyes smile as she let her silver hair be caressed by the wind of destruction.

The Angel's voice echoed into the surrounding.

"The Queen of the Apocalypse."

"I thought you were dead in our last fight 67 years ago," said Lues mockingly as she leaned forward. "Consider changing your name into El'cockroach."

"Uuuh. At this point, I don't know if you're my fans or seeking vengeance, really." Pitka's droopy eyes were frowned even more. "I mean, you can just say so if you want an autograph."

"Pitka of the Judgement Hammer, and Lues of the Unbroken," El'tael giggled eerily. "As much as I look up to both of you for having the same goal as the heavens, those from the high seat still deemed you as a threat for not accepting our alliance pact."

"Well," Pitka looked left and right, as if she was searching for a sentence from her head. Or, it was because there was an argument within her parallel minds.. "I already said it, did I? That I'm not comfortable with many of those pretty people in heaven."