“Restrictions lifted—!”

A emotionless mechanical female voice echoed from inside the mecha, coldly announcing that this war beast named “Lone Planetfarer” was fully activated in this location.

Its overwhelming presence instantly swept across the entire battlefield.

“It’s time to get serious. Don’t die too easily, my dear.”

Vita’s face bloomed with a confident and dangerous smile as she raised her right hand and swung it down fiercely.

Behind her, the towering emerald-green mecha—”Lone Planetfarer”—perfectly synchronized its massive right arm with her movement, unleashing a sky-tearing violent airstream crackling with high-voltage electricity. It hurled a world-destroying punch at Durandal, who was charging like a comet.

Before the enormous metal fist even fully descended, the terrifying fist wind had already compressed the ground below into a massive crater dozens of meters in radius.

“Boom—!!!!!”

A deafening roar exploded like a tangible sonic cannon, sweeping in all directions.

The violent shockwave, mixed with crushed rubble and dust, surged skyward, forming a grayish-yellow curtain.

The ruins within dozens of kilometers trembled and wailed violently under this strike.

This earth-shaking disturbance naturally drew the attention of Lu Jingming, who was suppressing the Tai tan.

When his gaze caught the emerald-green, streamlined mecha brimming with futuristic tech and mysterious beauty, his eyes suddenly lit up. Almost instinctively, he was captivated, staring fixedly at the “Lone Planetfarer.”

Whether it was the perfect exterior that epitomized industrial artistry or the twelve floating swords forming radiant light wings like a phoenix spreading its wings, it precisely hit every preference in his heart for “mecha romance.”

“That’s insanely cool!”

Lu Jingming couldn’t help but let out a heartfelt exclamation, his breathing even quickening slightly.

Even though he already knew from his memories that Vita possessed this extremely cool mecha, seeing it descend onto the battlefield and unleash that shocking punch in person still left him utterly stunned by its display of absolute power and aesthetic design.

Although the Sun-Moon Empire had poured its national resources into developing so-called “mechas,” those metal lumps were like children’s mud toys compared to the “Lone Planetfarer” before him.

Whether in material strength, forward-thinking aesthetic design, or the terrifying power contained within, the “Lone Planetfarer” far surpassed the creations of this era.

The gap was like the chasm between the protagonist’s legendary mobile suit and the mass-produced grunts in the Gundam series.

No man could resist such a cool and powerful mecha.

Lu Jingming was no exception; at this moment, his heart was filled with intense desire.

The Lone Planetfarer’s figure, full of power and beauty, had completely captured his attention, even temporarily pushing aside the thought of quickly killing the Titan Giant Ape beneath his feet.

Of course, he hadn’t completely let his guard down against his current opponent.

The Withering Domain still enveloped the weakening Titan Giant Ape like a gray halo of death.

At the same time, he thrust the Black Abyss White Flower into the ground with a backhand, activating the deeper “Creation” side power contained within it.

“Titan Giant Ape, your power is too dangerous. It’s better if you quiet down completely.”

As his cold words fell, countless thick, glowing emerald-green trees and vines burst from the withered ground of the Withering Domain like living pythons.

They grew, twisted, intertwined, and combined at a jaw-dropping speed.

Under the Titan Giant Ape’s horrified gaze, these frenzied plants assembled in the blink of an eye into a colossal wooden giant hundreds of meters tall, standing like a pillar between heaven and earth.

The giant’s body was entirely composed of incredibly tough living wood, its surface even wrapped with several lifelike, ferociously roaring wooden dragons.

Every wood grain flowed with surging emerald light, emanating an overwhelming vitality that was suffocating, yet also carrying a heavy oppressive force.

Under Lu Jingming’s mental control, this towering wooden giant slowly raised its right arm—that massive palm, wrapped in wooden dragons and blotting out the sky, like something from an ancient deity. It executed a humiliating slam on the Titan Giant Ape trapped in the domain, as small as a child—or you could call it a “head pat.”

“Roar—!!!”

The intense threat of death fully ignited the deepest ferocity in the Titan Giant Ape’s bloodline.

He frantically pounded his charred chest with both fists, erupting with an unprecedented, dense gravity black light that almost solidified.

Burning his life essence with all his might, he raised his mountain-lifting arms, desperately trying to hold back the descending giant palm that seemed capable of suppressing everything.

This scene was strikingly similar to the mythological legend of the rebellious Spirit Monkey facing the Western Buddha’s Five-Fingered Mountain that covered the universe.

The tiny figure appeared incredibly frail and desperate beneath the boundless giant palm, yet it carried a touching trace of unwillingness to submit to fate in its final struggle.

Lu Jingming only diverted a sliver of his mind to remotely control the wooden giant in suppressing the Titan; his main gaze had already shifted back to the intensely fierce battlefield between Vita and Durandal.

However, compared to Vita’s alluring figure and her faintly visible translucent black stockings, it was clearly the emerald-green “Lone Planetfarer” mecha that captured his attention more.

His eyes flickered with undisguised heat and desire, like a dragon discovering a peerless treasure, murmuring to himself: “Such a great mecha is wasted in her hands… Maybe I should find a way to steal it?”

Clearly, Lu Jingming was currently plotting some actions that, for Vita, would be anything but friendly—bordering on outright robbery.

Although the Lone Planetfarer mecha’s appearance had instantly reversed the battlefield’s momentum, putting Vita in absolute control and launching a fierce offensive against Durandal, Lu Jingming wasn’t worried at all that Durandal would lose because of it.

He had absolute confidence in the strength of this strongest female Valkyrie.

In this Holy Grail War, the only ones truly capable and qualified to defeat Durandal were probably those few monster-level existences whose true forms were Apostles.

Vita was undoubtedly incredibly powerful, having nearly completely inherited all of “Sa’s” abilities and authorities, but Durandal was no pushover either.

As the undisputed strongest female Valkyrie of Destiny and the entire Honkai world, Durandal had already forged a steel-like resilient will and crushing combat ability through countless world bubbles and life-and-death battles against Honkai and even more terrifying entities.

She was absolutely not someone Vita could easily defeat.

Lu Jingming stood quietly on the broad shoulder of the massive wooden giant, his gaze like an eagle overlooking the battlefield, slowly scanning the chaotic and intense warzone around him.

With his current life tier transcending the mundane, his vision had long broken the limits of human eyes. Even the subtle energy flows and technique changes on another battlefield several kilometers away were clearly and meticulously reflected in his view, as if they were right before him, everything under control.

The battlefield between Wang Qiuer and Tang Wutong had been isolated by Firefly and Castorice’s active clearing, forming an absolute domain where no one could interfere.

Occasionally, reckless Anti-Matter Legion Voidrangers tried to approach, only to be swiftly cleared and evaporated by Firefly’s steel-melting high-temperature flames and Castorice’s life-stripping death power, ensuring this duel concerning ‘completeness’ remained free from any external interference.

From the current situation, the golden light and blue-gold radiance clashed intensely, with the two seeming evenly matched, locked in a stalemate where neither could gain the upper hand for the moment.

But Lu Jingming’s heart was as clear as a mirror—the scales of victory had already been tipped by a decisive foreshadowing much earlier.

Wang Qiuer, who had undergone rigorous combat training at St. Freya Academy under the personal guidance of experts like Durandal and Jing Liu, far surpassed Tang Wutong—who had grown up in the sheltered greenhouse of the Divine Realm and lacked sufficient life-and-death tempering—in her battle-honed techniques, grasp of timing, and mental resilience in critical moments.

Defeating Tang Wutong was merely a matter of time for her.

Tang Wutong’s foundation was undoubtedly top-tier; her God King bloodline granted her terrifying potential and reserves far beyond ordinary people. However, she ultimately lacked enough cruel, real combat experience to fully convert that potential into immediate combat power.

More crucially, although she nominally inherited everything from Wang Dong’er, there was always a subtle sense of rejection deep in her soul.

She couldn’t truly accept the past and emotions belonging to “Wang Dong’er” psychologically, as if separated by an invisible, intangible yet real thin sheet of paper, unable to fully integrate and accept Wang Dong’er’s battle memories and experience.

She had never truly acknowledged in her heart that she was Wang Dong’er. This rift in soul and cognition had already planted a fatal hidden danger in high-intensity, high-pressure life-and-death battles.

As such, what Lu Jingming needed to focus on guarding against wasn’t Tang Wutong herself, but the final insurance possibly hidden in her mind—belonging to Sea God Tang San’s God King divine consciousness.

Once that sliver of God King’s soul consciousness was triggered by Tang Wutong’s life-or-death crisis, he just needed to help Wang Qiuer completely eliminate it. Then, Wang Qiuer could kill Tang Wutong without hindrance, reclaim all soul fragments and power, and truly become a complete and independent individual.

“Roar—!”

A slight tremor came from the wooden giant’s shoulder beneath his feet, as the Titan Giant Ape, pinned firmly to the ground by the giant palm, let out a final unwilling yet powerless roar.

Lu Jingming lowered his head and glanced indifferently at the struggling figure under the wooden palm, his eyes showing no ripple, as if looking at a trapped insect.

The majority of his attention remained on the fateful battlefield between Wang Qiuer and Tang Wutong.

The dazzling light from the clash between the blue-gold Light Goddess Butterfly wings and the radiant Golden Dragon Spear was particularly eye-catching. It was the duel between Wang Qiuer and Tang Wutong, and also the inevitable final outcome destined since their births.

The tragic end of this drama was single-handedly orchestrated by Sea God Tang San, but the ultimate result might not align with that scheming God King’s wishes…

After all, the “victor” each of them favored in their hearts was completely different.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep