Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Upon learning this news, the fairy girl, who had no time to explain, felt a surge of intense heat rising within her body.

“Your door is never locked, so sometimes when I’m cleaning your room, I just happen to see it,” Favia replied to the girl, who was blushing with embarrassment. As if ignoring her reaction, she continued, “Besides, you’ve been writing something yourself lately, haven’t you? And the male and female leads are both named Xiao Xi and Xiao Fa…”

At that moment, Favia listened intently and heard the sound of the Atlantic waves.

Seeing the stunned expression on Bawan Xi's face, he couldn't help but speak to her with a relaxed expression.

"Actually, it's pretty good. I like it too, since you wanted to come here yourself."

"I was just copying, nothing more... really..."

The girl retorted, but her blushing face was hardly convincing.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing what you write, Xiaoxi. If you do, a lot more people will see it, and you might even become a very famous writer..."

Then, Favia, who was staring into the girl's eyes, laughed again.

"But at least for now, Bavan Shi, you are a writer who belongs only to me."

"You, you, you tell me what...what...what...what do you mean—"

In that instant, Bavan Shi became incoherent and panicked... Although it was like this from the beginning, Favia's words became even more intense.

"Is not it?"

In an instant, the fairy girl's eyes widened, her face flushed red, and she was speechless.

Because his head was being gently embraced by Favia, and he could feel her breath on his ear—this situation only made the fairy girl more bewildered.

And so, she once again fell into a mental lapse.

However, perhaps for this reason, the girl is now resting obediently on the young man's chest.

Favia didn't say much about it, but simply accepted it silently.

The hands wrapped around her abdomen and the warm body heat pressed against her back were somewhat irritating, yet also somewhat endearing.

They pressed their faces tightly together, the ever-rising sun scorching their bodies.

On the vast ocean of the unknown continent they longed for, this large ship continued its journey toward its original destination.

Several months later, when a vast expanse of land came into view, both Bavan Shi and Favia couldn't help but frown slightly.

From the other side of the sea, for some unknown reason, countless low or piercing sounds emanated, forming a deep echo like the ocean tide.

A hazy gray mist hung over the sky, and a scorching heat filled the sweltering wind.

On the other side of the Atlantic, the tides rise endlessly, as if to drag any approaching ships into the unseen depths.

Faced with this long-unseen marine disaster, Favia stood directly at the bow of the ship.

In the blink of an eye, the world before my eyes has changed dramatically—

The azure sea vanished without a trace, replaced by an ancient yellow ground, four or five pillars standing around the edges of the ancient yellow facility, and himself sitting on a table in the very center, along with a blood-red space that seemed to stretch to the ends of the world.

And, most importantly—

Above his head, a colossal bird dripping rain rose from the endless crimson, like endless raindrops in the blood, or a deep red dress fluttering in the air like blood. This enormous, ferocious bird looked down at everything on the blood-stained altar, grinning and opening its mouth, waiting for something to come.

Yes, the manifestation of an indescribable, natural disaster-like, inescapable storm... was right above him.

"Could this be... the Aztec left hummingbird?"

Wizilopochtli, meaning left hummingbird or southern hummingbird, is the Aztec god of war, sun, and fire, the ruler of the south, and the patron god of Tenochtitlan.

Favia was slightly stunned by this. He wasn't surprised that there were still living gods in Central and South America in this era, since it was possible that they were just manifestations of a power. His only question was why they had to come and stop him at such a convenient time.

Logically speaking, shouldn't Montezuma II have recognized Cortés as a messenger of Quetzalcoatl and treated him well, since Cortés arrived here before him?

Or did Cortés arrive ahead of time and meet Montezuma II?

That would be a bit troublesome.

According to the normal course of history, Cortés took advantage of Mongols's view of him as the returning messenger of the feathered serpent god to successfully destroy the Aztec Empire.

In the Type-Moon universe, Montezuma II regarded Cortés as the returning messenger of Quetzalcoatl not only because he firmly believed in the prophecy that Quetzalcoatl would return and felt indebted to Cortés as Quetzalcoatl's messenger, but also because he wanted to take this opportunity to abolish human sacrifice in the Aztec Empire.

However, human sacrifice was the very foundation upon which this ancient empire stood in the brutal world of Central and South America. The vast majority of Aztecs regarded it as an honor. It was for this reason that Montezuma II, who wanted to abolish human sacrifice—a necessary evil for the empire's survival—shaken the foundation of civilization. Thus, through Cortés's deception and his own weakness, Montezuma II, as king, died a humiliating death, leading to the destruction of the ancient civilization by the Spanish colonists.

At this moment, the ocean roared continuously, as if it were endless.

"Ah, so you actually found out...?"

A soft sigh escaped from the girl by the sea, and even though it was very far away, it made the animals in the jungle tense up instantly and subconsciously look up at the coastline.

To some extent, this girl was simply a 'person' with an extremely strong aura, separating herself from the world. Perhaps she herself didn't even care about this, since it was an unconscious act for her.

"But it's finally here..."

The girl's soft breath carried a chill.

In her eyes, the silhouette of the ship that was about to arrive on this land was reflected directly.

Those eyes, like a mirror not belonging to this world, truly reflected the shape of the ship and the sea.

However, if a magician were to witness it firsthand, they would discover another substance of entirely different nature, which is difficult to distinguish and would cause the observing magician to tremble. Whether it stems from fear or emotion, it is impossible to know.

"Indeed, it is this time, according to the oracle of the great Tescatlipoca..."

The non-human girl from a distant land raised her hand and spoke, while the coldness in her eyes surged forth like a cold wave.

"Please forgive me, great Tescatlipoca, my brother, for this unauthorized action on behalf of the Aztecs."

Immediately afterwards, blood-red lines suddenly appeared on his arms and legs.

The blue, pointed, whip-like weapon pierced the sea like a venomous snake, the blue stone shards rubbing against the waves, sparking a dazzling burst of sparks.

Its weapon itself seemed to be groaning with hunger, bursting forth with ferocity.

"A stranger from beyond, the so-called conqueror, the returning messenger of the false ruler of the Second Sun Age, the destroyer of the Fifth Sun Age, the final harbinger of the Sun Age, the destroyer who will drag Aztec into Miktlan,..."

Beneath her dazzling, dark blue hair, the girl's pure black eyes shone with a fiery light.

Majestic and cold, radiating a terrifying aura emanating from beings that are not human.

"Faced with such a terrifying enemy, I have no choice but to offer my crimson blood, to sacrifice everything, even my fiery heart. Let my tears flow freely..."

The girl coldly and angrily rebuked in a voice only she could hear:

"—I will absolutely not let you set foot in here!"

230: Rain God: I can't stand it anymore, I'll punch him—(4k)

In an instant, Favia seemed to have caught something, something that was still slumbering slightly in the dense forest despite the passing of the Age of Gods.

That cruel world has existed for countless years and has never changed.

It can be said that on this land, which has been isolated from Eurasia for a long time, death and bloodshed are the foundation of life in this cruel forest.

Even though dynasties on earth have changed hands many times, and even during the Age of Gods, the gods of Central and South America returned to the earth, leaving the world to humankind.

As many years passed, and it remains unchanged to this day, the undiscovered continent slumbered in darkness until its ancient civilization was destroyed by outsiders.

Now, a change has occurred—raindrops.

One drop, two drops, the heavy rain gradually appeared, and then, it poured down.

At the same time, the whirlpools on the ocean surface increased rapidly.

Ten, twenty, one hundred, two hundred.

Countless whirlpools surrounded the ship where Favia was.

And in the next instant, the lightning that filled the dark sky seemed to stop time, and the thunderous roar disrupted the boundary between reality and fantasy, bringing a tremor.

Tiny, persistent, and chilling tremors.

It's as if something has awakened after thousands of years—

A hurricane howled, and the menacing phantom of a hummingbird emerged from the raging waves of the sea.

Following closely behind was a high-pitched cry that spun violently beneath the sea, accompanied by something waving around, hurtling toward the large ship not far away.

It was as if they had rehearsed countless times, their coordination was flawless, their operations were seamless, and they launched a swift and fierce attack on the outsiders who were trying to land.

“Favier, this…”

Immediately sensing that something was wrong with his surroundings, Bavan Shi uttered a sound of confusion and a hint of fear.

As a fairy, she instinctively sensed that she had no chance of successfully resisting this attack.

"Go to the control panel and provide the ship with magic to activate the pre-constructed large-scale magic."

Then, as if invited, the silver-haired youth stared intently at the ground that was right in front of him.

“Wait a few more minutes, Bavan Shi.”

As the previous voice has indicated, that's enough.

If Favia asked her to do it, the fairy girl thought she could do anything.

"Understood!"

After casting a magical spell on his entire body, Favia soared into the air, stepping onto the water vortex and speeding toward the nearby land.

Despite the oppressive feeling that still emanated from the dark celestial pole, as if a colossal presence was pressing down, penetrating the air and seawater... it wasn't just oppressive feeling, but also a seemingly endless stream of condensed magic power flowing along the coast towards the direction from which Favia came.

In reality, although Favia's appearance at this moment was only that her clothes were torn, she had the feeling of fighting against the god Osiris in Rome.

The silver-haired youth made his way through the black vortex of water, which was crackling with lightning.

Forward movement is the process of the body being torn apart.

The howling wind and the heavy pressure on my limbs gave me the feeling that my flesh was being peeled away from my bones bit by bit.

Each time, fresh blood splashes in the wind, nerves cry out, and even the bones inside are being scraped away.

That's the feeling; it's extremely painful.

But Favia soon realized that it wasn't the physical changes that had occurred, but rather the pain that was comparable to those changes.

Perhaps this is understandable, after all, this is not the first century. Even if it were the first century, how could the gods of the Age of Gods appear on their own, violating the rules of the planet?

However, such pain was insignificant to Favia; she could endure it.

However, as he navigated through the swirling water, he heard the attacker's mutterings.

"How could this be? Damn it! I... I must protect it... Rain carries death, war brings flowers, cities will prosper, the solar calendar, the sacrificial calendar..."

Just then, a strange tremor came from underground in Central and South America. An even greater magical force was emanating from there. The tremor was palpable and grew increasingly intense, becoming equivalent to a mild earthquake.

However, Favia showed no fear or hesitation. She clasped his hands together and began to use the runes magic she had learned from the great god Odin.

"Yuke—"

The magic formed a vortex.

The immense magic, enough to erase a small city, was forming the phantom of a 'tree' behind the youth.

The runes obtained from the Norse gods in the past, when supplied with ample magic power, can even manifest phantoms of the divine era.

As Favia spoke, the phantom of the 'tree' stretched from the sea level onto the land.

"—Trashiel."

Yggdrasil, the world tree in Norse mythology, and the world formed by its branches.

"Yuk" means frightening and is also another name for the chief god Odin. "Trashir" means horse, so together it means "Odin's horse," which comes from the fact that Odin once hung himself from a tree and stabbed himself with his spear Gungnir, thus discovering the runes.

Odin described this action as "riding a horse," and the World Tree was thus named Yggdrasil.

The tree and the sea are in fierce conflict.

A fierce flash of light blew, turning the dark sky white. The forces clashed against each other, like two forces with mass colliding rather than guiding each other, a fierce contest.

A deafening roar powerful enough to shake the ground, a force powerful enough to shake heaven and earth.

In the end, the tree triumphed over the rain.

So when the torrential rain was blocked by the phantom of the 'tree', the countless branches and leaves hung high in the dark sky like stars.

And, just like the torrential rain that had been pouring down, the tree's branches and leaves continued to multiply, multiply, and multiply again...