“Mebege, your authority of creation has been tainted.”

"Use your claws to shatter the world egg!"

"Chaos shall consume all false gods!"

She sliced her wrist against the altar's stone; what flowed from the wound was not blood, but liquid gold.

That dazzling golden liquid, even after leaving the vampire's body, seemed to possess a life of its own as it flowed into the altar, slowly transforming.

The world egg on the altar began to twist and swell, as if about to birth some unspeakable entity, trembling violently. A whisper, seemingly from the dawn of the universe, echoed in the air.

Cracks began to spread across the surface of the egg, as if some colossal will was struggling within. The shell began to shatter, revealing fissures as complex as the trajectories of stars. A towering and majestic figure stepped slowly out from the cracks of the world egg—

The shadow of Mebege, the African creator god portrayed by the Silver Coin Messenger Romani Domingo, had descended.

He had a humanoid silhouette, but his size was clearly far beyond that of a human.

His skin was as black as ebony, yet it shimmered with a mysterious radiance amidst the flowing gold, as if naturally a part of the universe's creation.

His eyes burned with golden-red flames; that gaze seemed both like a benevolent creator and a ruthless judge, deep enough to perceive all the truths of the world.

His long hair was like woven night sky, adorned with African totems symbolizing life and creation. With his appearance, invisible winds stirred low echoes within the ruins.

In his right hand, he held a long hunting spear; the shaft was of dark ancient wood, carved with winding, claw-shaped letters. The blade was sharp and slender, with faint traces of lightning rolling along its edge, implying it was not a steel spear forged by human hands, but meteor iron.

His pace was slow and steady; with every step he took, the air trembled.

He made no sound, yet an unrivaled pressure already filled the entire ruin.

Although his form was illusory and flickering, he still radiated immense power, as if a supreme existence, an ancient being, was surveying the clamor of the world with silent dignity.

The entire church ruin was instantly enveloped by this solemn and overwhelming might. It was as if heaven and earth were holding their breath for the manifestation of this god.

This was the god of the Africans, even if only one of them. Even if only the creator god of some ethnic groups in West and Central Africa.

Although this "he" was illusory and ethereal, merely a role-play from the Silver Coin Messenger, a phantom of his ritual, the divine power he brought could not be ignored.

Whoever saw, heard—or even just sensed him, would immediately understand.

Even if not on the scene, just hearing or sensing him would be enough to understand.

"Wow."

For a moment, Lady Remina couldn't help but widen her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't help but sigh with genuine emotion.

"Wow, this is truly impressive."

But she didn't look afraid at all. Not even the slightest bit.

"This is the shadow of a false god created by Romani Domingo!"

She elongated her voice and said loudly.

This obviously deliberate act made Francesca even more anxious—what exactly was she trying to do?

The avatar of the African creator god walked toward Lady Remina, holding his spear. The world seemed to stand still, as if afraid to disturb the spectacular battle drama about to unfold between the avatar of the god and the Dragonborn.

Provided that there would actually be such a spectacular battle drama.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven…"

Lady Remina didn't even look at it, just counted down on her fingers.

What was she counting down to? Regardless, having survived for five hundred years, Francesca's intuition told her that she should probably seize the chance to escape right now—

—Unfortunately, she was already too late.

The Shadow of Mebege slowly raised the spear in his hand, and a sacred majesty that seemed to transcend time and space permeated the area. Gold flowed, the air seemed frozen, his eyes burned with golden-red flames, and he lowered his head slightly, the spear tip pointing directly at Lady Remina, carrying the divine power to force her to her knees.

However, at the very moment he was about to swing the spear—

Rumble… Rumble!

Suddenly, they all heard thunder.

They heard the thunder getting closer and closer.

The Shadow of Mebege's movements stalled slightly. He furrowed his brows and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a fist.

A fist, breaking through the air, swift as a meteor; the wind of the punch surged, powerful as thunder!

The fist kept expanding in his vision—about to smash his head with a single punch!

A moment ago, it was just a black dot in the distance.

A moment later, it had obscured his entire vision, like the collapse of heaven and earth, with the force of a thunderbolt!

Golden flames twisted in the air, the fist was already upon him—

The entire head of the divine projection exploded into golden dust across the sky under this punch!

Five seconds! Not a second more, not a second less, exactly five seconds!

Muscles coiled like iron, power gathered like a mountain, Qi Xing had leaped directly from the Vatican, smashing the dog head of the West African creator god projection with one punch!

With one punch, he forced that towering divine body to its knees!

The injured giant god staggered and fell to one knee. Its head had become exploding dust. Red lava flowed out from its severed neck, like molten blood burning fiercely.

In an instant, Qi Xing felt the pain in his right hand. The heat of the golden flames and the blood of the earth's lava scorched his fist. But Qi Xing just brutally suppressed it, stepped forward again, and punched into the chest of the divine body, intending to crush its heart. Hot magma trickled out from the wound, but Qi Xing ignored this mere pain. Because there were things far more important than pain.

The divine projection, its head smashed and heart grasped, reacted, raising its obsidian-like heavy fist to strike at Qi Xing's head, but how could it be in time?

Qi Xing had already ripped the giant god's heart from its chest, burning his own hand to a crisp in the process. He released the now-immobile shadow of the god and raised his fist to the sky. The lava-like energy heart was crushed by him into sparks filling the sky, as if crushing a burning star. The giant god collapsed with a boom like a marionette with its strings cut.

What terrifying power!

Qi Xing hadn't even used his silver coin to summon the Osiris armor. Was he this strong the last time he fought Romani Domingo using only his martial arts?

Only a few hours had passed; how had his combat power increased another level? Was it because Samael had taught Qi Xing something else, or was it just because he had figured out the key points and could wield the power of the silver coin more seamlessly?

"Master Leipu…"

The voice of the Silver Coin Messenger Romani Domingo, at this moment, actually came from the fallen divine avatar,

"You actually value the lives of ants more than the battle between us; it truly makes me sad."

"If you care about them so much, you might as well come to my place and tell me, and I could just terminate this ritual directly."

He sighed, seemingly feeling very regretful about Qi Xing's actions.

But Qi Xing waved his hand, shattering the remaining remains of the giant god, cutting off whatever else Romani had to say.

Heh, earlier Romani Domingo had said he was at an ancient ruin about 200 kilometers south of Rome, Herculaneum, asking Qi Xing to come find him for a second battle.

But Qi Xing didn't believe this at all, not even half a word.

Why would he believe it?

Is this measuring a gentleman's heart with a villain's measure? But if Qi Xing really ran over there like a fool, and the other party took the opportunity to jump out of Rome again to kill his colleagues and rape his friends—heh, who would he blame then?

Samael had said before that the most fundamental motivation in Qi Xing's heart was fear, hatred, and anger toward this world… These words might sound a bit harsh, and Qi Xing didn't fully agree with Samael's words (only a real fool would fully believe a stupid devil's words). But at least in some parts, he knew Samael wasn't wrong.

Qi Xing was indeed afraid.

Fear sounds low.

But understanding and controlling fear can also turn it into power.

"Impressive, impressive."

Lady Remina sat on the side, smiling and clapping,

"Although it was just a shadow of a god, and although I think I shouldn't have lost, I didn't expect you, Qi Xing, to be able to destroy it so overwhelmingly."

But Qi Xing just shook his head and turned to look at the remaining person present.

Only then did Francesca, who had summoned the Shadow of Mebege, come back to her senses, feeling sweat pouring down like a waterfall.

The weakness known as [vampire] had prevented her from escaping her great natural enemy, the Roman Church, for these five hundred years.

To overcome this natural enemy, she participated in the obviously suspicious plan of Black Spartacus. To overcome her weaknesses, because she needed greater power, everything she did was actually for her own survival.

So that one day she could reach the [pinnacle] and no longer have to fear anything.

In short, it's interesting to say, although Francesca is not weak, she is very similar to Qi Xing, never feeling that she is [strong enough].

So when Rep-Man smashed a projection of a god with one punch, she was only shaken for a moment.

"So that's how it is… This is the famous Rep-Man."

In an instant, she realized that trying to escape was very stupid, and trying to fight Rep-Man was even stupider.

So she immediately put on a confident smile, crossed her arms, and lifted her head: "Since the main character is here, then it's easy to talk. Let's have a talk."

But Qi Xing just glanced at her and turned his gaze away, saying to Lady Remina: "These Four Titans of Black Spartacus are all brainwashed by Romanie's ice-coating big [redacted]. Their airs are so big, the intelligence they provide is untrustworthy. Take her back first, torture her until she breaks, then ask questions."

Huh? Huh?!

What kind of righteous talk is this!

Although Francesca still wanted to maintain her confident expression, her mouth was actually starting to twitch: "Must you be so overbearing, Rep-Man? Do you really have to have every enemy kneel down and beg for mercy to be satisfied?"

This finally made Qi Xing turn his head and take a second look at this loli-height little vampire.

Then he said: "You don't count as begging for mercy like this."

"Then what counts as begging for mercy?"

The vampire loli couldn't help but ask.

"When you've been beaten until you can't move."

"When you're forced into a dead end, forced to the end of your rope,"

"When you can no longer say any clever or witty words, and can only weep bitterly,"

"And say the last remaining sentence in your mind—[Please let me go]—that is when."

Thus Qi Xing explained calmly,

"This, is what counts as begging for mercy."

Eek?!

Seeing the Duchess of the Dracula family, also known for torture and cruel murders, walking toward her with a smile, the smile on Francesca's face could no longer be maintained.

"Wait a moment! Let's negotiate first!"

Qi Xing shook his head: "I don't trust the intelligence from you who have been brainwashed by Romanie's ice-coating big [redacted]. Take her back first and then we'll see."

"That's why I told you to wait a moment!"

Now that it had come to this, even if she was unwilling, Francesca finally had to bite the bullet and reveal a part of her secrets first!

"I-I-I—actually, I'm still a virgin!"

Qi Xing finally frowned: "Huh?"

"You don't know? You really don't know, right? That super terrifying big [redacted] of Romanie actually has conditions for using his authority!"

Although very, very embarrassed, Francesca still didn't let go of this opportunity to survive, immediately pressing the advantage,

"His NTR [redacted] can actually only be used on people who are married—or at least people who have a confirmed romantic relationship!"

This time, even Qi Xing was shocked: "Huh??"

It really is an authority limited to being a cuckold? What the hell kind of thing in which mythology is this?!

"How about it?"

Francesca finally smiled again,

"That's why we need to talk first. It's never too late to take action if you want to."

"Anyway, let's negotiate first! I still have a lot of intelligence that is very valuable!"

050: This is my superior negotiation skill!

Francesca, an ancient vampire, surname unknown.

The Holy See only discovered around the second half of the 17th century that she was secretly active in the colonies of Central and South America, gathering followers, cultivating power, and enjoying material life.