Hope, like a glimmer piercing through heavy clouds, shattered the despair of the twilight of the gods. The rhythm of Osiris's deep hymn of the departed soul subtly accelerated by a beat, and the celestial radiance around Isis suddenly brightened.
"Very good."
Osiris nodded almost imperceptibly, and the offensive of the hook staff in his hand suddenly intensified, creating an opportunity for Ian. Isis cooperated in harmony, the Ankh Cross bursting forth with an even more dazzling brilliance of life, firmly capturing the attention of the Evil God. They shared a glance, needing no communication to establish their tacit understanding.
After all, they had been spouses for so many years.
"Smash that... container." Ian's voice rang clear amid the thunderous divine battle, carrying an undeniable resolve, "The Sun God Ra can reclaim the power stolen from him!"
There was no time to hesitate anymore. Ian took a deep breath, and before his words had fully slipped, he rapidly formed seals with both hands in front of his chest, raised the magic wand high, and the 'Prince' bloodline power within him, ignited by the Sun God Ra, surged like molten gold, completely merging with his magic power as a legendary wizard!
At this moment, he was no longer the mortal who needed to look up to the deity. The resonance of the bloodline forcibly elevated his rank, allowing him to stand briefly on the same 'stage' as the Evil God!
He was no longer 'Ian Prince'; he was the 'Executor of the Prince's Vow'!
"What a truly wondrous bloodline origin." Ian felt the 'Prince' bloodline being ignited within him. The power was both unfamiliar and familiar, like a contract awakening from a thousand-year slumber. His magic rank was temporarily boosted to the same level as the Evil God by the blessing of Solar Divine Power.
This was an honor unimaginable for mortals.
However.
Ian's emotions weren't particularly turbulent; he didn't view the divine spirits with such reverence as the average person did. After all, he simply wanted to resolve the issue at hand as soon as possible.
And then, seize the opportunity to obtain the Eye of the Ra and leave this somewhat bizarre era.
"Paradox Chain!" Ian swung his magic wand, casting improved magic, enhanced by Solar Divine Power, which naturally blended with some of his Paradox Authority.
The next moment, countless semi-transparent silver chains shot out from the void, these chains weren't physical but composed purely of paradox. They bypassed the Evil God's adaptive force field, directly entangling Set-Apep's light wings. Surprisingly enough, these chains actually temporarily restrained the Evil God's movement.
"What?"
"Your power can affect me?"
Set-Apep for the first time showed a surprised expression; he wasn't unaware of Ian's power of paradox, as Ian had used this power to fight his ghost brides before.
However, originally in the Evil God's evaluation, the power that could deal with ghost brides couldn't affect him. Yet, unexpectedly, after the ranks of the two were equalized, he found himself influenced.
"Turns out this is also divine authority."
The Evil God isn't just chaos and wickedness; he also has his own reflection and wisdom. Realizing this, his gaze towards Ian became extremely greedy.
For him, as long as he devoured Ian, he could acquire this power as well.
"You can't kill me! The sun won't set! I won't face death!" As Ian had already glimpsed the truth, the Evil God no longer feigned ignorance.
He had utilized the power of the Sun God Ra to construct his immortality. Although now bound by the paradox chain, the Evil God still appeared unfazed.
He was even attempting to analyze Ian's power.
Of course, Osiris and Isis wouldn't miss this favorable opportunity.
Suddenly, the Pluton's hook staff aimed straight for the Evil God's chest, while Isis's Ankh Cross targeted the Eye of the Ra. Enveloped by their three-pronged assault, the Evil God was quickly thrown into a passive stance.
"Damn worms!" Set-Apep roared, his sixteen light wings vibrating frantically, attempting to break free from the paradox chain's bindings. Yet the nature of these chains was extremely peculiar—they existed yet didn't exist, were solid yet fragile. The more the Evil God struggled, the tighter the chains bound.
Ian continually altered magic spells, utilizing the power of paradox with masterful skill.
Existence Erasure!
He pointed at one of the Evil God's tentacles, causing it to become semi-transparent, appearing as if it might vanish from reality at any moment.
"Time Paradox!"
He pointed to another place.
The wound at that part of the Evil God's body began simultaneously healing and deteriorating. Confronting such a power for the first time, the Evil God seemed somewhat overwhelmed.
"Now!" Pluton Osiris's hymn of the departed soul suddenly heightened, transforming into tangible waves of sonic blades that sliced ruthlessly at several core flesh nodes that the Evil God exposed due to severe pain! Isis's hands swept through the void, countless spears composed of pure starlight, engraved with ancient sealing runes, as if a torrential downpour shot down, precisely piercing the energy nodes maintaining the "Eye of the Ra" for stability!
Three against one!
The real melee now truly erupted! Ian's "Paradox Magic" was like a precise surgical knife, continuously slicing through the foundation of the Evil God's power and conceptual existence; Pluton's hymn of the departed soul was like a violent sledgehammer, specifically targeting the weak points of its physical body and soul: Isis's starlight spears were like an intricate celestial net, enshrouding its movements, persistently exerting sealing pressure.
The three cooperated with seamless harmony, their offensive like an unending tide. Under the three-pronged assault, the Evil God's massive body found itself floundering with difficulty, its purple-red giant eyes filled with incredulous anger and shock.