Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Southern America.

Within the dark fog that obscured the sky, a massive, dark pyramid stood tall.

In the darkness that seems to exist outside the world, in the deep cocoon that resembles an ideal land, one cocoon after another emerges.

For the evil god, this is the moment when joy is about to arrive.

For the fallen, this is a vast Garden of Eden.

Body and mind merge into the mirage of illusion, where there is neither pain nor freedom.

Geronimo had a dream, then many dreams, until his mind became so muddled that he couldn't tell which dream was a dream and which was reality.

In that seemingly endless dream, the day that rewrote his fate was repeated over and over again, but the Spanish sun shone alone on everything, and neither the weary slaves nor those who had only the desire to live could accept the sun's illumination.

They leisurely spent the summer days amidst the ebb and flow of the tide and the sound of the waves, accompanied by the wind rustling through the leaves, while the slaves suffered day after day.

I'm tired, and I don't want to do anything.

However, wanting to kill anyone, wanting to be free, all resistance for oneself and others is meaningless; only killing matters.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if the soul has to be obsequious to anything and become a mindless servant.

"Can you feel this exhilarating desire? Can you taste this sensation that makes your very being feel like it's about to burst out? Your sun has already risen! Come, reach out your hands, and I will rescue you, and send you to the real, warm fields you yearn for—"

"Because I am your sun."

Never mind, none of this matters. It doesn't matter who the sun is...

There were no lakes or sun in this pitch-black cave, so Geronimo had no idea what expression he was wearing.

However, in the light emanating from the small, blond figure that appeared in front of the cave in an instant, he felt as if he were laughing, or rather, in an exaggerated smile that stretched from his lips to his ears, while at the same time he was slowly, clumsily, and absurdly dancing.

And so, I relaxed all my strength and let my body move forward.

Hope and despair have both turned into powerless cocoons in the mind, no longer 'life', but human desires to achieve the goal of the 'first sun'.

Even though he understood, he had to accept it, because behind him lay the Cuban gold mines that brought him suffering, the place where Geronimo had lived since childhood.

The gold mine is dimly lit, with each hole like a dog hole, forcing people to bend over and crouch to dig for gold. Anyone would develop a hunchback and spinal curvature from prolonged bending over, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

"Hehe, welcome. You've chosen the beauty of dreams over a world where suffering is the only solace."

"sun……"

Geronimo murmured involuntarily as he was about to leave the cave.

My sun has been replaced once again. Does it really not matter?

I couldn't help but recall the arduous resistance, when we were evading capture by the Spanish, and everyone was looking up at the sky, asking as they looked:

Why is there so much smoke and so much smog there?

That might be the enemy's terrifying smoke, or the endless flames of war.

And this is what I said back then:

Don't forget, no matter what kind of night it is, there will always be light. Even in the coldest nights, when it seems like the world is about to freeze, there will always be light. The sun will always be there, always, equally among everyone. Don't give up easily, everyone.

Along with the memories that are hard to let go of, what emerges is the 'beautiful' smile of the first sun standing at the entrance of the cave.

"That's right. No matter what kind of sun you perceive, it is nothing but a passing cloud. You have no way to return to the earth, nor is there any need for you to return. From now on, dedicate everything to me, the eternal first sun."

Chapter 429 Breaking News!

High in the sky, under the sun, the incredibly powerful magical storms collided head-on, leaving even the Nordic heroes, who prided themselves on their top-notch defenses, completely devastated.

Therefore, Beowulf convulsed violently. Although he was not completely hit, he absorbed countless magical shockwaves reaching the ground, leaving half of his body in a state of disarray.

The incredibly powerful magical storms collided head-on, and even this inherent temple, which prided itself on its top-notch defenses, was completely destroyed.

A normal living being would have died just like that.

But Servants are different. Their bodies, made of ether, are ultimately irrelevant. Even if they are shattered to pieces, as long as their soul core is intact, they can be repaired with healing magic.

"Your spirit core is about to shatter, isn't it?"

"That's a strange thing to say..."

Beowulf said in a hoarse voice, "Arjuna, I ask you..."

In that instant, the man's pupils widened, revealing a defiant smile, and he continued:

"You think you'd die from this little bit of damage?! How can I still be called a 'king'?!"

In the hazy glow of magic, Arjuna's face showed no emotion, only a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth and the arrow about to be fired for the final blow.

"So that's how it is, he's such a hero..."

For a hero blessed by heaven, there was one person who could still smile even at the moment of death.

He was a person who was happier than many people, more unfortunate than many people, and therefore incredibly loving towards many people.

Tragedy struck here.

Hatred takes root here.

The struggle continues to rage across this land—

In an instant, all light and heat ceased, and Beowulf, facing the arrow, saw something even faster than the arrow: a spear thrown from behind Arjuna.

"Why? Is it for yourself?"

Arjuna did not turn around, for he already knew who it was.

The magical light illuminated the white-haired man, and tiny specks of dust flew freely around him on the battlefield amidst the raging flames. With a flick of his wrist, the gun he had thrown returned to his hand.

"This land is a singularity. Once it is repaired, everything will vanish, including people's deaths. They are humans living in the present, even if they are in a foreign land, not in the 1783 we know, even if they live in a future era to me. But as long as they are human, as long as they are suffering and crying out, we must strive forward for them."

Karna said softly.

“When we were training with Dokuzaku, the god Gavia told us this, so even if we become Heroic Spirits, we will still be like that.”

"...Is this why you haven't made a move before?"

Arjuna sighed and clenched his right fist. "But it's no use saying all this now, and you should understand that."

"Yes, I know. Even though my ideas are completely opposite to everyone else's, I'm still going to do it this way, and..."

Karna paused. "You were the same, weren't you? Remember, when everyone else was caught up in the vortex of struggle, you were also lamenting the fighting, Arjuna."

"Fight, as always, whether on the battlefields of Kuru or in the Himalayas."

The words were brief, but they said it all.

"I swear to this gun, to this armor, to the Lord of the Himalayas, and to my parents that I will win the victory."

After he finished speaking, faint singing could be heard around Karna.

At the same time, Arjuna smiled and gently placed his fingers on the bowstring.

Because in the past, on the battlefield of Kuru, the two were on opposing sides, and in the end, he sided with Krishna, while Karna could also be said to be on the side of the god Gavia who fought against Krishna, just like today.

“I swear to my parents, my brothers, Krishna and the Lord of the Himalayas that I will win this battle.”

Magic, like mist, soared into the sky.

The high-pitched roar that shook the entire battlefield spread.

At that moment, all life on the battlefield froze, and everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky, at the 'myth' that was being reenacted so close up in the air.

However, Shuichi merely glanced at the battle between the North American Bear God and then focused his pure power into his fist, unleashing another punch at the towering Bear God. A mighty torrent surged forth, instantly overwhelming the god's entire body.

"Heh, starting an internal conflict? Oh well, as long as that brat Ganesh is alright."

He couldn't care less about all that. Since that guy Krishna could persuade Durga and them, he didn't care about dying or being killed. Even if he became an enemy of humanity, it didn't matter. Besides, although war was tedious, ruthless means could make the tedium end faster.

At this very moment, witnessed by countless eyes.

A thunderous roar resounded across the sky, and each movement of their limbs tore the sky apart like lightning.

The burning magic surged ever more intensely, and from the two heroes, immense power was rapidly born, which, in the instant it manifested, naturally and swiftly enveloped the earth—a Noble Phantasm.

On one side is the rapidly expanding divine realm, Arjuna's Noble Phantasm, the Hand of the God of Destruction.

"Here I release my past karma, and save all beings with tragedy. The divine realm expands, space is fixed, and the execution period of divine punishment is set—with the wrath of Shiva, let the fall erupt."

This is a weapon given to him by Shiva, one of the Hindu gods who is in charge of destruction and creation. Although it is a weapon for attacking people, it does not actually kill all the humans around it, but rather judges each enemy within range one by one, and if the judgment fails, it will release the enemy.

Liberation, which is death, is the highest level of divinity, and the greater the chance of being liberated.

Especially now that the Indian camp also has Shiva's wrath, Water Deity, the enhancement given to him is commendable. In particular, after being blessed by Ganesha, the chief priest, he has reached the point where those who cannot endure Shiva's wrath will be 'liberated'.

In addition, there is the blessing of Ganesha, the little elephant god, because the story of the Mahabharata was written on her broken tusk, so it actually has a certain blessing on both heroes.

The other side's Noble Phantasm is capable of destroying any 'unique unit', a Noble Phantasm that only the 'world' can resist. O Sun Wheel, submit to death.

“Suriye, please understand. There is no more condemnation on the battlefield. My father, please forgive this unprecedented and unparalleled event—”

The spear of lightning, which even Indra, the king of gods, could not control, possessed the destructive power to destroy everything, and was not even found in the treasure vault of the King of Heroes.

The price of using it was losing the protection of the golden armor. After being peeled off from the golden armor and reassembled into the God-Slaying Spear, Karna's wounds slowly oozed blood at that moment, spreading like ink on his pale skin, a shocking red.

This is a battle of myths.

To some extent, if Arjuna represents Shiva, then it is not an exaggeration to say that Karna represents Brahma, because with two Brahma-related treasures, plus Rama and Krishna, who are incarnations of Vishnu, it can be seen as the collective arrival of the Trinity.

If we add Durga, who has been absent for a long time, as Gavia's representative, then all four gods would be present.

At that very moment, a distant and ancient voice echoed from high above, as if it contained the majesty of a god, resounding throughout the land.

Not only Karna and Arjuna, but even the water spirit was stunned.

That was... the wolf god from before?

No, it should only be similar; the power it contains far surpasses that of the wolf god, Kodi.

But at that moment, along with the sound came—

"Ouch!"

Everyone present stood there awkwardly, frozen in place.

It was as if the air around anyone had frozen and hardened in an instant.

A deafening roar spread, and amidst the howling winds, the sun rose.

Like the very center of the world, the moment it appeared, everyone was momentarily stunned, as if the world revolved around it.

Around the sun, which resembles the sun itself, countless stars gather like fragments. On that terrifyingly vast scale, which seems to have no end, human existence becomes so insignificant that it is even difficult to reach the smallest speck of dust.

Can words become law? Do the gods of the Americas possess such power?

Such thoughts arose in the minds of Water Defender and Arjuna.

Unlike the other two, Karna sensed a familiar 'sun' from that stagnation.

It was not the sun like his father, the sun god Surya, nor was it like the third sun of America that he had seen from afar. It seemed to be a sun that still shone on all dust in an age of heroes, shining not only on the noble but also ignoring the lowly.

If we are destined to be lowly, apart from the Brahmins and Kshatriyas, then being dust is not so bad, after all, this is how the world should continue. This was the belief held by people in the ancient land of Bharata. However, a god warned them:

You are not ashamed of the sun. The sun does not leave only darkness because of its humility, but equally bestows light and heat upon all living beings, including dust.

Therefore, Karna smiled when he saw the blond man riding the coyote Koti appear.

"So that's how it is. Is this the sun of the Americas? And it's a mountain like the Himalayas?"

Shui Chi, having regained his senses, calmly nodded and did not rush forward immediately.

"That's... Frido? He's been taken hostage? Looks like we have to retreat now..."

Although his relationship with Vritra wasn't particularly good, Water Lord understood that this Asura King was unlikely to betray him. He wanted to save him, but when he saw the golden-green-haired girl, he realized it was impossible, since he had witnessed Krishna being defeated by him.

I don't know how to describe that woman.

Despite displaying such violence, he didn't seem to be in a serious state at all.

Similarly, Arjuna also saw Rama appear and wondered why this holy king was not staying in Washington with Krishna, but instead had gone to the other side.

In fact, those who came with Novia included Ort, Tralock, Ritsuka, and Mashu. As for Edison, Tralock let him experience being the chief tom for a while, and the reason why Kodi's roar was so powerful was because Ort secretly exerted his strength.

It's normal that the people present couldn't tell who Novia was, because the leopard mask was so effective at concealing his identity, and given that they were in the Americas, it was even more difficult to identify him.

And so, the battlefield, which was on the verge of erupting into conflict, was quickly calmed down by the power of the newcomers.

Just as Water-Holder was staring intently at the approaching group, intending to retreat with Arjuna and protect Ganesha, he caught a glimpse of Ganesha trotting onto the battlefield out of the corner of his eye.